A POSTCARD FROM TALI (MASS EFFECT, FUTA, SNUFF)

Shepard sighed contentedly as he sat on his bed and started the last step of his nightly ritual, completing a final check of his mail for any important messages that couldn’t wait until dawn. Normally he would delegate this task to Tali, but she was off on extended shore leave, and there was no clear indication on when she was coming back. His eyes scanned through his dozens of messages quickly, there were a few requests from crew members asking to be released for shore leave, and one or two invitations asking Shepard to take part in various meetings, but nothing that required an urgent response. Placing the datapad on the nearby nightstand, he hooked his thumbs under his military regulation boxer briefs and pulled them off him in one quick motion, before balling up the undergarment and tossing it into a linen basket.

Shepard was well hung, very well hung. Lounging in bed, his flaccid cock rested against his muscular thigh, almost reaching down to his knee. This size made underwear feel constraining to him, even more so when his dick swelled and reached full mast. The only reason he didn’t strut around his ship nude was that he felt it would be ‘unbecoming’ of the first human Spectre, although that didn’t stop him from going balls deep in his crew whenever he had a free moment while on or off duty. With a cock like a stud horse and the stamina to match, the only time his libido took a back seat was when he was performing vital military functions or asleep. The latter of which he was beginning to drift off into now.

A “*ping*” from his datapad signalling a new message disrupted his rest. The commander grumbled to himself about forgetting to turn off the device, and grabbed the handheld from where he had left it. Instead of powering it down, he instead decided to read the new correspondence that had just come in. It had already jolted him into alertness, after all.

As he saw the title of the message and the sender's name, his left hand immediately wrapped around the base of his rapidly stiffening cock while his right opened the mail and began to scroll through. Sleep could wait, this was by far the most important message he had received all week.

“A Digital Postcard From Tali’Zorah vas Normandy”

“Greetings commander; I trust that my absence hasn’t affected how often you drain those massive balls of yours. it would be a shame if you didn’t have another submissive fuck-sleve to fill my place.”

Shepard smiled and started to slowly move his left hand up and down his shaft. For someone who was pretty reserved when it came to dirty talk in person, the young engineer sure loved to ham it up when she wrote.

“It’s thanks to your encouragement and permission that I decided to spend my shore leave in that Illium snuff hotel and brothel you took the crew to the last time we docked on the planet. And, as you predicted when I pitched my visit to you, I’ve decided not to leave. Or, at the very least, to not leave alive.”

The commander knew that his quarian fucktoy probably wasn’t returning back when she initially told him of her vacation plans, but reading her straight up declaration that she intended to be snuffed sent a tingle down his cock, which was oozing precum out of its bulbous tip. His hand worked faster as he continued reading, his anticipation building up.

“In fact, I have arranged for this message to go out immediately following my death. So by the time you read this, your favorite fat-assed quarian is already rotting in a ditch somewhere. (except not really, I’m having my body shipped to you for your ‘enjoyment’ (^_^)). I hope you read this message with cock in hand, or buried in someone's ass, because I did this so that you’d cum your brains out.”

Shepard let a deep moan of pleasure escape from his lips as he read this. Tali wasn’t going to die, she was already dead. The loveable, huggable, and oh so fuckable quarian he knew was gone, and she was having her corpse donated to him as a gift. His hand worked his iron hard cock at breakneck speed and his hips bucked upwards, driblets of thick pre splattering onto his thighs and sheets. Tali wasn’t the person to lie about something like this, she was dead, and just to give her commander a quick orgasm. Which was a final request Shepard was more than happy to carry out.

“For the cause of death, I had a lot of choices. For a while I mingled with the idea of getting tortured to death, I know that watching me get my limbs hacked off one by one while I scream until my throat bleeds would definitely make you bust a fat nut, but I’m not sure it would be the best choice. For one: this is my vacation, and I’m not exactly chomping at the bit to have my skin peeled off like a piece of leather. But far more importantly, It would irreparably damage my body, and I want you to have the choice of how to treat me post-mortem. If you want to grind me up and fuck my meat then that’s your descison, and I encourage you to do all sorts of horrible things to my body after I’m gone. But the fact of the matter is that it’s your call, and it wouldn’t be right to make that decision for you.

“Shepard let out another moan and smiled, this was so like Tali. Being considerate of his wishes despite being the one dying. His cock was practically ready to burst, but Shepard knew that the climax of the letter was yet to come, and so delayed his own by slowing the rate of his masturbation.

“So that only left options that would leave me intact, or at least mostly intact. Something like drowning or hanging seemed like good options for this reason, but I’ve always been kind of bored by things like that, so I decided to keep thinking. Eventually, I narrowed it down to two choices: throat slitting or shooting. I liked the sound of both, so it was hard to choose. They would both be bloody, and by bleeding to death you’d get the intimate view of my life slowly ebbing away, whereas taking a bullet to the brain would give you a more explosive show. Somehow, I managed to overcome my indecisiveness and make a choice, which I hope you’ll be happy with. Attached to this message is a short video file of my final moments, and a full video package of my time at the brothel and an extended version of my death will be arriving alongside my body sometime in the near future (there was a lot of fun stuff that I couldn’t touch on in this message). I hope you enjoy watching me die, commander.”

With a shaky hand and pounding chest, Shepard pressed on the attachment file, which opened the video player and showed the first frame of a 15 second long video. The video showed Tali kneeling on the ground in front of a bed wearing only her distinctive helmet. Her large, purple hued breasts glistened with sweat, and she breathed heavily. Tali wasn’t the type of person to fear death, as having regular brushes with death was a part of the job description for being on the Normandy, so Shepard guessed that she was post orgasm, probably having one last fuck before it was lights out forever. This idea was enforced by the fully erect Asari cock visible on the right side of the screen. The blue shaft glistened with fluid, probably only recently being removed from Tali’s sopping wet cunt. But what shepards eye was mainly drawn to was the large pistol she held in her hand, a large enough caliber to put a sizable hole in her skull, but not large enough that it would obliterate it. It seemed Tali had chosen death by gunshot after all.

Because of the camera angle, the head of the asari woman wasn’t visible, the view stopping at her erect nipples. This was probably unintentional, as what they were doing was perfectly legal. But it gave the scene the feel of a basement snuff tape, Something which only made Shepards cock throb harder. Swallowing heavily, he pressed play on the video, his cock a hairs trigger from bursting.

Tali waved at the camera with both hands, as to if inviting the viewer to witness her slaying. As the thicc quarian moved her breasts jiggled enticingly, swaying back and forth and flinging tiny droplets of sweat all about as she moved her arms. Then, the quarian turned her head towards the asari. With her left hand she gently caressed the underside of her cockhead, and with her right hand she held up two of her three digits in the earthly ‘peace’ sign. Shepard felt his heart skip a beat when he saw the asari raise the gun and press it directly against the glass of her helmet. He knew what was coming next, but he could hardly believe that this was really happening, and how fucking horny it made him.

With a loud bang the asari pulled the trigger, and Tali immediately slumped backwards to the floor. There was no twitching, no convulsions or pitiful moaning, just death. With a quick zoom, the camera showed the extent of the wound. A large portion of her helmet's faceplate had been broken, giving a clear view of the sizable bullet wound which now occupied the center of her forehead. Blood poured from both the entry and exit wound, drenching both her face and the floor under her with red quarian blood. The video ended somewhat abruptly, and the final frame showed her full body. Although she was still in the kneeling position, the loss of muscle control had allowed hips to splay out sideways somewhat, giving the camera a clear shot of her glistening pussy. She had fallen backwards, her hefty tits on full display as blood pooled around her back and shoulders.
Watching this, Shephards right hand shot to his cock so quickly that he practically threw the device against the wall. With both hands, he pumped his cock furiously, and almost immediately reached orgasm. Rope after rope of thick, virile cum shot from his dick at high speeds, drenching his hands, chest, thighs and sheets with his seed. Even after pumping out what seemed like an ocean's worth of semen, his huge balls kept churning until every last teaspoon of ejaculate was forced out, and aftershocks wracked him even after this. Tali was absolutely right about making Shepard cum his brains out, and this video would absolutely become his go-to fap material, at least until he had Tali’s corpse to play around with.

Panting heavily, he voiced a command to EDI to have Liara summoned to his quarters. The scientist entered not long after, and quickly got to work mopping up the commander's mess with her tongue, licking every inch of his body and dragging her face along the sheets to ‘clean up’ the massive quantity of cum which coated the commander and his bed. This was for show, of course, it wasn’t like she was really helping. But it was a show Liara was happy to put on. Although she was quite curious about what had made him cum so much.

With the datapad on the floor, and the commander busy getting an asari tongue bath, he didn’t see the last line of Tali’s message until the next morning. It simply read:

“My only regret is that I won’t get to see you cum to my death”