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Without Shepard Ch. 01

By: BlueOpticNerve



Author's note: Mass Effect may not be the freshest topic, but I've always wanted to write a story based on events after the game. If the story looks familiar, it's because I've posted some chapters under the name Resshuken1 at a different site. However, when it comes to erotica this site seems to have a far more vibrant community. Hope everyone enjoys.

Also, this is a futa story, so be warned or excited.

Prologue:

With the Reapers destroyed the galaxy rejoiced. Commander Jane Shepard was a hero, a symbol of hope and strength, and a beacon of admiration for all life. Shepard sacrificed herself so that others could live free from fear of the Reaper threat. The victory above Earth marked a new era for the galaxy. One that began with unrivaled fellowship and harmony between the surviving races as they looked to rebuild their worlds and restore the damage done by the Reapers.

However, this time of peace was short lived. As the months passed each race began to truly assess the horrors inflicted upon them by the Reapers. Countless casualties plagued nearly every planet, infrastructure throughout the galaxy was crippled, and military forces had been reduced to null. It was a galaxy in turmoil.

What ensued was a frantic effort to capture power. The council races were in fear of losing control. The non-council races only seen opportunity, hoping to supplant the once dominant races. Animosity began to grow against the humans who seemed primed to seize additional power. Unease spread as Salarians and Turians watched the Genophage-cured Krogans flourish. Resentment of the Asari grew as well from the discovery that their technological advancements could have been due in part to a Prothean beacon, which they'd hid from the other races for untold years.

There were some who watched on in disgust. Disappointed by the direction of galactic relations. Concerned that the legacy left by the Reapers would be as destructive as the Reapers themselves.

Liara T'soni was one of these people. Not only appalled by the galaxy's conduct, but also disheartened. For her, this was an insult to Shepard, her lover and best friend. She wanted Shepard's legacy to prevail, not the Reapers'. With much guilt she manipulated those with authority for her own gain. Working to reestablish her power and influence as Shadow Broker. Liara would endeavor to be the galaxy's invisible hand. Neither a force of good or evil, but instead a secret organization aspiring to maintain galactic equilibrium at any cost.

Liara knew what she needed to achieve this goal. The lofty task of recreating her information network commenced. Gathering resources and materials followed suit. As well as procuring ships and erecting bases of operations. The flagship of her enterprise was the Shepard SR-3. A ship magnificent enough to live up to its namesake, and similar in design to the smaller Normandy SR-2.

There was one final thing to secure. The Shadow Broker needed talented, trustworthy, and exceptional agents. Acquiring engineers, technicians, laborers, and cold-blooded assassins wasn't an issue. What she needed was something more. Individuals that stood above the rest.

There were none more capable than the crew and squad members that served under her lover, Commander Shepard. Not all were willing or able, but the ones who were joined with Liara. They shared a similar cause, yet the diverse group of specialists didn't come without their own problems, numerous of which involved their fellow crew members.

Unfortunately, without Shepard's strong interpersonal skills the group would need to reforge old relationships and learn how to coexist once more.

Chapter 1 - Liara and Ashley

"By the goddess!" Liara shifted in her white satin sheets, lost in thought. Her breathy pants and moans filled the ample space of her private quarters aboard the Shepard SR-3. "Oh... Shepard..." Each hand was ruffling under the sheets. Between cries of pleasure she could hear the most distracting of sounds. A continuous banging that would not cease. Ignoring it became increasingly difficult. Liara's eyes then widened at the sound of a voice. She snapped back to reality as she realized it was Ashley Williams at her door.

"One moment," Liara said. She brightened the lights of her cabin to a warm orange glow, and wrapped her bed sheet around her nude body before making for the door. Her bare blue feet tiptoeing across the cold, slate-colored floor. With a single press of a button the automatic door slid upwards.

"Hey..." Ashley said. Her eyes scanned over Liara. "I'm not interrupting something am I?"

"No, not at all. I was just... lost in thought," Liara said.

"Thinking about Shepard are we?" Ashley replied, struggling to control her wide grin.

Liara's hand rubbed over her forehead, other hand firmly clutching the bed sheet just above her bust. "By the goddess. If I wasn't blue, I'd be red right now. You heard didn't you?"

"Don't worry, I know how to be discreet. I'll come back later though. This was more of a social call anyways," Ashley said.

"No, Ashley, please come in," Liara said.

"Are you sure?" Ashley said, attempting to give a flustered, bed-sheet-clad Liara an out.

"Yes, of course. Make yourself at home." Liara turned to lead Ashley inside her room, immediately becoming aware of her attire, or lack thereof.

"Wow, this place is almost identical to Shepard's quarters. Fish tank and everything." Ashley strolled behind Liara. The human Spectre's black combat boots thudding on the floor's hard surface. Seeing Liara wrapped in a sheet almost made Ashley feel overdressed in a pair of tight charcoal-gray pants and a N7 t-shirt, which fit snugly around her narrow waist and tone upper arms.

"I modeled the entire ship off the Normandy, this room is no exception." Liara sat on the foot of her bed.

"I miss her too. I can't imagine how you must feel. You don't have to hide it." Ashley pushed a strand of her long, dark hair behind her ear and sat next to Liara on the bed.

Liara turned away, giving the floor the thousand yard stare. "Is this why you came... To talk about Shepard?"

"I came to ask if you wanted to have a drink with the crew. I've already had a few myself. But, also to thank you. We haven't had a lot of time to talk one on one. What you're doing, it's... it's great. I'm happy to be a part of it, Skipper." Ashley gave a nod and stretched her arm around Liara's shoulder, hand gently gliding over the soft texture of Liara's flesh. "I'm not a word person, but I'm here if you need me."

"I'll pass on the drinks, but thank you, for everything. Having a Spectre as an agent has provided us with a wealth of information," Liara said.

Ashley placed her other hand on Liara's thigh giving it a tender squeeze. "I hope you see me as a friend too, not only an agent."

"Of course I do." Liara's big blue eyes shifted back towards Ashley. "We've been through a lot together, haven't we?"

"Thanks to Shepard. I remember when I met you, I absolutely hated you." Ashley gave Liara a playful shake with her arms.

"It was... awkward," Liara replied.

"That's a word for it," Ashley said.

Liara tilted the side of her head affectionately into Ashley's. "I thought you were a xenophobic simpleton. Now I know better."

"That's fair. You know, I thought you were a little blue slut. The jury is still out on that one." Ashley gave a chuckle, watching Liara do the same.

"Thank you... for cheering me up." Liara drew both her hands in towards her chest. Her radiant smile quickly faded back to a wistful expression. "You remind me of her. You're a good leader and soldier and a kind person."

"It takes more than that to be Shepard. I don't deserve that praise," Ashley said.

"You do..." Liara's gaze locked to Ashley's brown orbs, her grip loosened on her garb, and she cupped Ashley's cheek as she leaned in closer. Liara's tongue slowly unfurled, rolling sensually over her plump, midnight-blue lips.

"Li--" Ashley's words stopped in their tracks as Liara's soft lips met with hers. Ashley reciprocated, almost instinctively, returning the kiss with her hand sliding from Liara's shoulder to her scalp-crests. Lips smacked together as a trail of saliva dripped between their chins. Suddenly Ashley placed her hand below Liara's neck and pushed away. "Wait. Stop."

The embarrassment was painted across Liara's face. "I'm sorry Ashley, I..."

"We can't do this. I was trying to comfort you, not seduce you," Ashley said. 

"Tell me, what do you see when you look at me," Liara said.

"A strong, passionate person who's obviously hurting over her loss. You need time to--" Ashley began her protest, only to be interrupted.

"Please, I don't need time. I need this." The bed sheet slipped down Liara's torso, fabric laid bunched around her round ass where she sat, still covering her legs. Liara's massive, blue tits were exposed, impossibly perky for their size. Her stomach fit and flat. "Have you ever been with an Asari?"

"No I, umm," Ashley said, body inching back from Liara on the bed.

"But you are curious?" Desire brimmed within Liara's azure eyes. Pursuing Ashley for each inch she moved away. Liara wriggled out from the sheet that was covering her legs. As she did something long, hard and blue emerged from between her thighs. It was a throbbing Asari cock, with a bead of pre-cum bubbling at its bulbous, purple head.

Ashley's jaw gaped and her eyes widened in astonishment. Speechless as Liara's nude form pressed upon her clothed body. Her brown eyes darted around the room, always returning to Liara's hardened, blue girl-meat.

Each of Liara's hands were tugging at Ashley's waistband, that is until Liara slipped one southward. Her lithe fingers slithered up and down, massaging a warm spot in the crotch of Ashley's pants. "You want this as much as I do," Liara said, ignoring Ashley's hands which feebly attempted to repel her own.

Ashley heard the button on her pants pop. The slack waistband added to her feeling of unease. Her body quivered as Liara's nimble digits continued their exploration.

"You're getting wet," Liara said, fingers fervently working into the fabric of Ashley's pants.

Both temptation and curiosity were mounting for Ashley, heart pounding in its chest. She took another look into Liara's face. Liara's lips were moist and parted, her adorable dark-blue freckles lightly speckled her cheekbones, and her eyes were yearning, almost teary.

Ashley thought maybe Liara did need this, or maybe that was an excuse Ashley made to convince her own self to let go, or maybe she'd simply had too many drinks before even visiting Liara's cabin. Either way nothing could stop the amorous coo that now came from Ashley's mouth in response to Liara's skillful fingers.

With a deliberate motion Ashley bit her lower lip, then swallowed a slab of tension down her throat. She paused, only for a moment, almost as to examine the situation. The corners of her lips turned upwards before she spoke. "Well, I guess it's time for my physical."

Liara enthusiastically clasped each side of Ashley's face with her clammy palms. Releasing another kiss, this one more passionate and lusty than the first. An audible moan escaped Liara's lungs, moist breathe cascaded over Ashley's face. She then pushed her way inside Ashley's mouth, her deft tongue massaging Ashley's in a sloppy, sensuous French.

With lips still joined, the forceful kiss nudged Ashley downwards. Her back put flush on the mattress. Liara was on top of her with legs straddling Ashley at the waist. Drool seeped from the corners of Ashley's mouth, trickling down her cheeks and soaking into her disheveled brunette hair below. Ashley's hands wandered over perspiring blue flesh, fingertips delicately tracing the curves and contours of Liara's curvy physique.

Liara broke the kiss. Her hands slid underneath the hem of Ashley's form fitting shirt, pulling and stretching it upwards with zeal. She yanked the shirt off the top of Ashley's head, revealing a black lace bra, then discarded the tee to the floor. With Ashley's tone core exposed, Liara quickly slunk downwards. Eagerly releasing more wet kisses over Ashley's stomach. Liara's hands now kneaded Ashley's obliques, digging into her tan skin.

Ashley undid her bra clasp and tossed the top aside, uncovering her own impressive bust. Admittedly not as big as Liara's, but few humans could compete in cup size with an Asari as well endowed as Liara. Before the bra even hit the floor Liara's mouth was fastened to Ashley's nipple with tongue swirling.

They each began to pull and tug at Ashley's pants. Fours hands working in unison until the slacks became hitched on Ashley's boots. Both women gave an almost guttural groan of annoyance. Those pesky pants and boots were their biggest concern in the world. After some awkward posturing the boots hit the floor with two distinct clacks, promptly followed by two gray socks, a pair of pants, and panties. Ashley was free, feet open to the cool air of the room, legs unencumbered by their cotton shackles.

Their nude bodies intertwined as they rolled across the mattress. Sweat sloughing off them, dampening the sheets. They arrived at the head of the bed with Ashley on top. Face to face, breasts smashed together, yielding to the others supple tit flesh. They were lost in each other's dewy eyes and consumed in lust.

"Join with me," Liara said.

Ashley gently pushed off Liara's shoulders with her fingertips. She then bent her knees and glided her butt back. Spreading her legs apart to straddle Liara. Ashley clamped her thighs down and straightened her spine. From above Liara she ogled the Asari's bod. Ashley's expression shifted from sultry to anxious as her eyes traveled down to Liara's stiff cock, slick with pre-cum. Ashley's fingers started at the base and ventured to the tip, rolling over rigid veins on a journey that couldn't have been less than 8 inches.

"Don't tease." Liara shifted back and forth, beckoning for more.

Ashley raised her body up, positioning herself above Liara's member. "This is what you want?"

"By the goddess, yes," Liara said.

Ashley slowly, gradually lowered herself onto Liara. The folds of her sopping wet pussy stretched wide as she took the girth of Liara's cockhead. As the talented Spectre slid further down her teeth chattered in bliss. Ashley's soft, wet muscles squeezed tight around Liara's meat. Her hands braced on Liara's lower abdomen as a pleased murmur passed her lips. Ashley started swaying from side to side, rotating her hips with Liara's pulsing cock firmly buried in her warm twat.

Liara reached down, placing her hands atop Ashley's thighs. Suddenly Liara delivered a firm jolt of her hips into a mounted Ashley in cowgirl position. A loud cry from Ashley echoed within the confines of the room. Liara then began thrusting in earnest to the sight of Ashley's body convulsing in bliss.

Several more impassioned screams fled from Ashley. Oily juices flowed copiously from her pussy. Her body bobbed helplessly on Liara's rigid python, and her long, straight hair wafted wildly. Ashley's outstretched, spastic arms desperately reached for leverage, her fingers eventually interweaving with Liara's.

"Oh... Shepard... Oh Shepard!" Liara's eyes now black, fluttering in their sockets.

Hearing the name of another woman in bed riled Ashley. Her hands clinched tight on Liara's. Ashley grit her teeth, fighting the rolling waves of pleasure. She now lunged her own pelvis into Liara's bucking hips, venting her frustrating, furiously riding Liara's thick cock. Ashley began to speak. "What's... my... name..." Each word impeded by her struggle to catch breath. Drool dripped from Ashley's lower lip and cascaded down over Liara's bouncing breasts. "What's... my name!" Ashley said, enduring the athletic ride.

"Ashley!" Liara shouted the name with passion from the back of her throat.

Next Liara arched her back. A biotic field enveloped them. Ashley's entire body became orgasmic. Her pussy twitched and she writhed in ecstasy as an overwhelming heat surged through her. A thunderous cry accompanied Ashley's next sensation as her mind swirled with lascivious emotion.

Liara's cock then erupted. A deluge of Asari cum flooded into Ashley's soaked twat. Liara could feel her seed gushing up every inch of her shaft like a river. Countless warm, sticky ropes pumped into Ashley. Liara's climax finally began to taper off. Overflowed cum dripped from Ashley's pussy, coating their thighs and puddling in the sheets. Liara's muscles relaxed as her thrusting hips waned and Ashley collapsed onto her body.

Ashley's head rested on an immense pillow-like bosom as she curled up against Liara. She could hear the rapid beat of Liara's heart slow, while the cadence of her own heartbeat and breathing calmed as well. Both were drenched in beads of sweat with drool and cum decorating their fit bodies.

"By the goddess! That was incredible, Ashley," Liara said.

"That was indescribable," Ashley said, finding comfort in Liara's fingers languidly running through her matted hair. Ashley's eyes peered upwards, gazing into Liara as Liara gazed into her.

"Ready for round two?" Liara said.

"Already?!" Ashley was unable to mask her surprise.

Liara's hand clutched down on Ashley's hair. The Asari then nodded her head with a predatory stare.

"By the goddess!" Ashley responded.

Without Shepard Ch. 02



Author's note: I guess I'll give you readers an idea of what can be expected from the story. Each chapter will feature a different character pairing, focusing mainly on character 'interactions' and their experiences aboard the Shepard-SR3. In other words, sex will be in every chapter.

And again, this is a futa story, so be warned or excited.

Chapter 2 - Miranda and Jack

The Shepard SR-3 was docked outside a derelict space station in what was once the heart of Batarian space. Due to the Reaper invasion this quadrant of the galaxy was now largely uninhabited. This made the backwater station a prime location to house some of the Shadow Broker's more sensitive equipment. With both Liara and Ashley abroad on separate missions, duty fell to Miranda Lawson to oversee operations.

A skeleton crew populated the Shepard SR-3, though most bustled about the space station retrofitting and repairing it for future use. Those who were left on the Shepard either weren't on the clock or were working in the ship's shuttle bay, moving and prepping cargo for the space station. Unfortunately not all was running smoothly.

Miranda Lawson stepped from the elevator into the Shepard's shuttle bay, her eyes affixed to her omni-tool reviewing the day's schedule. They were two hours behind, putting them offtrack to make a clandestine meeting with one of the Shadow Broker's most prolific suppliers.

Being the taskmaster that she was, Miranda expected to get the crew back on track. First she'd need to find the party responsible. Miranda navigated the maze of metal crates and industrial-grade equipment scattered throughout the well-lit deck. Her trademark white catsuit reflected off the bright lights hanging overhead. Her ample breasts and butt gave a subtle jiggle with each step, yet her well-coiffed brunette tresses remained still.

Miranda passed idling crew members and even a few who were sleeping, all while searching for the person responsible. Upon rounding the next corner she located this individual.

"We need to discuss our progress, Jack," Miranda said.

The sound of Jack's black leather jacket and pants emitted a distinct scrunching noise as she stood from the metallic crate she was reclined on. "What's there to discuss?"

Miranda called up the data on her omni-tool. "We're running hours behind schedule. We should have already been prepped to leave for the next shipment. You need to--"

Jack interrupted. "These people have been working round-the-clock for nearly an entire day. They needed a break. It'll get done." Her words accompanied a nonchalant hand gesture.

"This isn't the Grissom Academy," Miranda replied. "These people aren't your kids. They don't need to be coddled. I would think you of all people could understand that."

"Spare me the lecture. It'll get done. Now go back to your desk job and worry about your own problems. We don't need that big ass of yours getting in the way," Jack said. Her ponytail moving with her mannerisms, unlike the rest of her hair, which was shaven on the sides and pulled tight down the middle.

Miranda's index finger pointed firmly at Jack. "Seeing as how I'm in charge while Liara is absent, this is my problem. And I don't need this operation derailed because you've gone soft!"

"Soft!" Jack replied. "Fuck off, bitch." She stomped towards Miranda with eyebrows arched and posture aggressive.

Miranda's voice was thick with a haughty tone as she spoke. "I was wondering how long it would take you to start behaving like a maladjusted child." She sidestepped, strafing around Jack with fists cliched tight.

"I'm gonna smear the walls with you bitch," Jack said.

"Will that be before or after you play the victim?" Miranda taunted.

A surge of biotic energy formed around Jack's body. "Careful, Shepard isn't here to save you."

Both their faces were now boiling with disdain. Circling one another like cats ready to pounce on their prey. The deck's crew began to gather as well. Not a soul working at their post. They gawked at the rival biotics from behind crates and boxes. A few were discreetly taking bets on the outcome. Others had a pinch of nervousness, fearing what the impending brawl could mean for the ship's integrity. Though, not a one could take their eyes off what was unfolding.

A purple aura radiated from Miranda's body as she prepared for combat. "I have to admit, I've been waiting a long time for this."

Suddenly Jack levitated a hammer, slinging it at Miranda's head. The attack connected, knocking Miranda off her feet. She hit the ground with a thud, glancing up only to see a biotic blast flying in her direction. Quickly, Miranda rolled to cover behind a metal container. Evading all but superficial damage to her right arm, which was now rent of fabric, but only sustained a few scraps and scratches.

The crew members were now vacating the cargo area. Seeking safety and a better vantage point of the battle. They fled to deck 4, dozens crowded around the observation area that overlooked the shuttle bay.

Jack stalked, nearing the edge of the container that Miranda dashed behind. A smile broke across Jack's face. She used her biotics to slam the container against the wall repeatedly. "You enjoying yourself yet?" Jack said, yelling loud enough the onlookers could hear.

Something then stirred in Jack's peripheral vision.

Miranda dove into Jack. Her full-body tackle sent them sliding across the floor. They each scurried to their feet. Miranda planted a right cross on Jack's chin, then biotic power flared in her left hand as she raised it and threw Jack into a stack of boxes containing scraps, tools, and widgets.

With Jack's ears ringing from the crash she stumbled off the heap of debris. Her frazzled ponytail swung side to side as she brushed off her haze with a rapid shake of the head. Down on one knee she leered at Miranda advancing on her.

Miranda strode forward with confidence growing. "I knew I should have advised Liara not to recruit you as an officer. You can't handle authority even with my supervision. Shame on me for thinking you'd turned a corner after our time on the Normandy."

"I'm done playing with you, bitch." Jack leaped into the air, then charged downwards, smashing into the floor. The tremor sent a crack across the deck's surface. Jack followed by unleashing a barrage of biotic blasts on the staggered Miranda.

A backpedaling Miranda erected a biotic barrier. As each forceful blast impacted her shield she felt her power draining. A panicked groan slipped from between her gritted teeth as the barrier fell. Her arms collapsed to her side and her body cringed, steeling herself for Jack's next attack.

"Don't worry you ex-Cerberus slut," Jack said. "I'm not gonna kill you."

Miranda then felt her muscles tense, her limbs tighten, and every inch of her body freeze in place. She was in biotic stasis.

"Although... once I'm done, you might wish I had." Jack levitated Miranda in the air, then with a flick of her wrist sent Miranda flying into the side of a steel crate. Jack released the stasis and Miranda dropped feebly to the ground. The sound of knuckles cracking were heard as Jack approached.

"Jack... Stop!" Miranda pleaded in her dazed state as she felt Jack's hand wrap around her neck and yank her from the floor. Her body was brought to its feet, back pressed firmly against the crate. Next Miranda's hands were pulled from her side and pinned above her head by a pair of biotic shackles. Her feet, slightly more than shoulder width apart, were fastened to the floor by biotic binds as well. "What are you doing?" Miranda exclaimed.

Jack forcefully clasped the sides of Miranda's cheeks with her fingers. "I'm gonna teach you a lesson." She turned around, facing away from Miranda. Her eyes scanned the empty deck, then looked up to the observation area above. All eyes were on her as the predominately male crew watched on with guilty pleasure from behind protective glass. "You boys ready for a show!" Jack shouted.

"Jack, please stop. You've had your fun. Let me go," Miranda urged.

Jack's open palm slapped across Miranda's face. "Shut up, bitch." She lifted Miranda's chin with her fingertips, tilting the ex-Cerberus agent's head level with her own. "I'm not ready for you to beg and grovel yet." Jack stepped back. She removed her leather jacket, kicked off her boots, undid the harness around her chest, and cast the items to the side. Her modest tits were exposed. Her densely tattooed arms and torso on full display for both Miranda and the attentive crew. Jack stood with a maniacal grin and a vicious, brown-eyed stare, reveling in Miranda's shocked and worried expression.

"Don't let her do this." Miranda looked to the crew. None of which appeared particularly eager to help, due to either shameless voyeurism or most likely fear of what Jack would do to anyone who intervened.

Jack moved in, her breath exhaled across Miranda's face. "Looks like there isn't anyone to come to your rescue. Must be a shock to a spoiled, rich bitch like yourself."

"You're a sociopath," Miranda said, trying her damnedest to hide her dismay with indignation. Splayed helplessly to the crate's side, she'd never felt as vulnerable in her life as she did right now.

"No," Jack replied. "Just a little sadistic." She reached each hand forward, grabbing two handfuls of Miranda's tits through her catsuit.

Miranda protested, squirming under Jack's strong hands, expressing her anguish with groans and growls instead of words. Her limbs, with all their might, fought their biotic chains unsuccessfully.

Jack derived great pleasure from Miranda's panicked flailing. Savoring the sensation of her rival beaten and disgraced. "Stop your thrashing." Jack briefly glowed with biotic energy.

This threat was enough to subdue Miranda's physical resistance. Her body begrudgingly calmed. Now she was only left with a fierce leer.

"That's better." Jack pressed her palms into Miranda's breasts, rotating them over the fabric. "I've always hated you, but you've got great tits." Her fingers clasped the zipper on the front of Miranda's suit.

"Stop! Whatever you're going to do, don't!" Miranda said, urgency increasing with each subsequent word. "You win. You're stronger than me. You're better than me. Just end this now!"

"Genetically engineered to be perfect, huh? Let's find out." Slowly, Jack unzipped Miranda's white catsuit, inch by inch, revealing the swell of Miranda's plump, round tits. As Jack continued to lower the zipper the fabric spread wider, freeing Miranda's breasts with each hanging perky. Finally the zipper came to rest below Miranda's navel.

Miranda's face was flush with embarrassment. Eyes averted, unable to directly look at Jack. "Stop," Miranda said, weakly.

"No bra? Whoever let you whore around in this outfit to begin with?" Jack took her fingertips and gently tucked the fabric behind the outside of each breast. "Wow, they are perfect." She then squeezed the bare flesh of Miranda's soft, supple melons.

Miranda could do nothing but take it. She winched and whined as Jack's hands explored her tits, fingers digging and massaging deeply into her flesh. Miranda felt Jack slap the underside of her breast, giving her tit a playful shake afterward. In an act of defiance Miranda spit into Jack's face.

Jack wiped the spittle from her eyes and gave Miranda a disapproving scowl. She leaned in, her tattooed body draped over Miranda's curvy form. Jack raked her long, drool-coated tongue over Miranda's face in retaliation, leaving a trail of slim. Her rose red lips then pressed to Miranda's ear. Jack uttered her next sentence, smokey voice dripping with condescension. "I knew you'd enjoy it." Swaying her body from side to side, Jack could feel a hard set of nipples against her own. "I can't say I'm surprised. Between being the Illusive Man's errand girl and losing command to Shepard, I always figured you had a submissive streak a mile deep."

Miranda was overcome with humiliation as her body betrayed her. "You'll pay for this. I'm going to hunt you down and kill y--" Her train of thought was derailed as something hard rubbed across her thigh. Miranda's eyes peered down only to see a generous bulge inside Jack's leather pants.

Jack smiled wide. "Oh, you didn't know. I thought between all the dossiers and psych profiles you would have. I guess not all of Cerberus's misdeeds were in your reports." Jack unbuttoned her pants, her hands tugged at the sides, gradually lowering the skintight leather from her waist. Her cock sprung forth with a lively bounce. It was a smooth, hairless shaft with a slight gleam of sweat generated by her restricting garb.

Emotions continued to swirl within Miranda, anger to fear, fear to humiliation, humiliation to guilt. "I-- I didn't know. I had no clue what Cerberus was doing at those facilities. I'm sorry Jack. But you aren't the only one who's ever been taken advantage of by Cerberus. We have that in common."

Jack stepped out of her pants and placed her finger on Miranda's luscious, pink lips. "Shhh, shhh. Poor little princess, 'Oh no! Daddy made me perfect.'" Jack snorted. "I was a test subject. I had real pain, real problems. All while you pranced around, so smug and superior, lamenting your genes." Jack grabbed the collar of Miranda's unzipped catsuit and jerked it down past Miranda's arms. "Why don't you just relax and enjoy being my bitch."

There was more than a hint of resignation behind Miranda's glassy, blue eyes as she stood bound and disrobed down to her waist. "Your going to fuck me with that thing?"

"What's the matter?" Jack slipped her hand inside Miranda's catsuit and glided her fingers down between damp thighs. "Mmm, if only your mind was as willing as your body." Jack rubbed Miranda's swollen, wet pussy, watching the ex-Cerberus agent twitch and shudder to the movements of her dexterous fingers.

A sharp gasp exited Miranda's quivering lips. Her hips vacillated, chasing to and retreating from Jack's touch. She hated her body, and hated even more that Jack's words carried truth.

"Come here!" Jack placed her hand on the small of Miranda's back and drew her close. She then freed Miranda's wrists and ankles of their biotic shackles.

Miranda collapsed forward, hands clutching at Jack's body, knees weak of strength and resolve. There was no protest, no defiance, no revolt. Instead Miranda's enervated body moved to the motions of Jack's hands.

Jack released Miranda from her grasp, then rested her arms at her side. "Turn around and face the wall. Do it slowly."

This was far more demeaning than being taken by force. Now Miranda found herself with a choice, submit to her own debasement or save what little dignity she had left in a futile rebellion. She glanced at the crew of voyeurs, the beady-eyed men getting off on this depraved show ignited what little ire she had left. Then Miranda's gaze turned to Jack, her rival stood with a stone-cold leer that drained Miranda of courage and filled her with doubt. Under much duress Miranda did as she was told. With eyes sealed tight in shame she slowly turned, facing away from Jack.

"Good girl..." Jack grabbed a wad of fabric bunched at Miranda's waist. In one swift, violent motion she teared Miranda's entire bodysuit off. Leaving Miranda completely nude, aside from her knee-high, black boots.

Consequently, a startled Miranda let out a shrill cry.

"Look at that ass. What do you think boys?" Jack said, playing to the crowd. Her fingertips gently traced the outline of Miranda's shapely, round ass. "Leave the boots on. You'll need the leverage."

Miranda's terror was escalating, but her resistance was eroding, and Jack's foreboding orders didn't serve to sooth Miranda's conflicted psyche. Miranda knew what came next. Two words. Two thrilling, awful, torrid words that burned in her mind, silently hoping and praying and pleading not to hear them. Then...

"Bend over," Jack said.

Those two words were accompanied by an actual cheer from the crew. It was crushing, but undeniably exhilarating. It was the price for challenging a rival that Miranda could never imagine standing on equal footing with again.

"I said bend over," Jack repeated, this time less playful and more stern than before.

Miranda acquiesced, outstretching her arms to brace them on the crate's side and bending at a 90 degree angle. Her bare ass on display, ready and waiting to be used and she could do nothing to stop it. Yet, to Miranda's own surprise her feeling of dread began to wane.

"Oh my god! That ass," Jack said, "it's incredibly. I would say you should be proud, but I know these genes are a bit of a sore spot. Mmm, mmm, mmm" Jack squeezed and tugged the pliant flesh of Miranda's curvy butt, pressing her rigid cock lengthwise between Miranda's cheeks and rocking her hips back and forth. "If I didn't want to bury my cock inside you so bad, I'd smother my face in this big, bubbly butt."

As much as Miranda might of wished it to be, her state was far from catatonic. Her heart was racing, her breath was labored, and her body was slick with perspiration. Each throb of Jack's warm meat chipped away at her inhibitions.

Jack gave Miranda's ass a firm smack, watching as a ripple of flesh traveled across the cheek. She then delivered another forceful slap. "Why don't you shake that ass for me?"

It was so tempting, desire building to completely let go. Miranda found her body aching, trembling for a reason. It was another resonant pop from Jack's palm to Miranda's butt that coaxed a physical response. Miranda commenced in gyrating her ass, rhythmically swaying it in all directions, grinding on the cock wedged between her cheeks.

"Your mine now," Jack said, basking in her conquest. Pre-cum dripped from her cock, leaking down the length of her shaft and lubing the crack of Miranda's ass. "Remember when I said I wasn't ready for you to beg and grovel? Well, I am now."

Miranda's lips were mum, but her body talked for her. She continued to glide her deliciously skillful ass vertically, sliding up and down Jack's package like a stripper working a pole.

Jack teased Miranda's tight asshole with her bulbous head, then spoke with an aggressive growl to her words. "Who's my little biotic bitch?"

Miranda wet her lips. She then answered, barely above a whisper. "I am."

"Louder," Jack said.

"I am. I'm your biotic slut!" Miranda's eyes welled at her admission, but so did her wet, craving pussy.

"Slut, bitch, what's the difference." Jack rolled her fingertips from the small of Miranda's back to her shoulders. "You want this cock inside your ass, don't you?"

"Yes." Miranda could feel the pressure of Jack's thick cockhead pressing against her asshole.

"Beg for it!" Jack said.

"Please, Jack. Fuck me!" Miranda pleaded. "I've wanted you since the party at the Citadel."

"And I've wanted to fuck you to your knees since Shepard had me make nice." Jack clutched a handful of Miranda's long hair. She then simultaneously pulled Miranda's head back by the mane and slammed her cock into her rival's waiting ass.

Miranda released a scream laced with both pleasure and pain. Her arms gave way and her body collapsed into the hard surface of the crate's side. She was pinned between cold, impersonal steel and Jack's warm, sweaty, lunging body. Miranda's ass expanded and contracted over and over again as Jack had her way. Prolonged moans echoed within the cargo bay from Miranda, inflection oscillating with each thrust received.

Jack's hips were pumping like pistons, viciously plowing Miranda's snug, hot hole. Beads of sweat flaked from her body as she continued to ream the ex-Cerberus agent. Jack tightened her grip on Miranda's hair and her off hand wrapped around Miranda's left upper thigh, pulling it back for leverage. She watched in depraved glee as Miranda's helpless body moved to her will.




Without Shepard Ch. 02



The screams from Miranda had now dissipated into raspy attempts to breath air into her lungs. Drool freely poured from her gaping mouth. She was at Jack's mercy: mind, body, soul. All Miranda could think of was the fleshly, unyielding monster that was skewering her, and the relentless pangs of ecstasy that it sent pulsing over every inch of her. Miranda's disgrace, the watchful crew, and her hatred towards Jack were all distance memories buried in the recesses of her mind, suppressed by undeniable bliss.

Jack was consumed in lust, pounding Miranda harder and faster. A wet squishy sound emanated from around Jack's sheathed cock as she lined the insides of Miranda's ass with pre-cum. The tactility of Miranda's constricting, squeezing hole elicited Jack's own impassioned wails. She was nearing climax, growing closer by the second.

Miranda's own insides began to quiver from the anal fucking. She could feel her pussy contract and heart throb. Toes curled inside sweaty boots. Then a sweltering surge of spunk injected her. It was Jack's load unleashing, dumping gooey jizz into her rectum. The sensation of Jack's seed pumping into her triggered Miranda's own orgasmic release. Liquid trickled down her thighs, limbs trembled in effect, and her body went limp as she struggled to remain conscious.

Jack held Miranda's spent body upright as she finished. The last spurt of cum exited her shaft with one final deliberate hip thrust. Jack then shoved Miranda off her cock, sending her now greatly diminished rival to the ground.

A face down Miranda whimpered and squirmed in a puddle of cum, drool, and sweat that had been cast off each woman during their athletic entanglement. Miranda slowly regained composure. She rolled over to face Jack who was towering above her.

Jack looked down with a possessive stare. "You answer to me now. Understand?"

Miranda's vulnerable, blue eyes were peeled wide. She nervously nodded her head and mouthed yes.

"Good. Now clean up this mess and come to your quarters afterward. I'll expect you on yours knees when I answer the door." Jack turned and walked away, striding to the deck's elevator without clothes or apprehension.

Miranda covered her exposed breasts with her arms and tucked her knees under her chin. She watched the crew on the deck above scramble into hiding as Jack entered the elevator. Miranda was alone now. A chill caressed her moist skin as the room's cold air enveloped her sodden body.

This was the lowest point of Miranda's life and she couldn't wait for more.



Without Shepard Ch. 03



Chapter 3 - EDI and Traynor

Comm Specialist Samantha Traynor was sitting on the center of her bed. Unlike the Normandy, Liara's larger more luxurious Shepard SR-3 afforded Traynor the comfort of her own private room. It was late, Traynor was off duty, and she was utilizing her leisure time to pursue certain prurient interests.

Traynor had recently downloaded the latest edition of Fornax from the extranet. Each new image that illuminated her face in the dark room brought Traynor closer to discarding her standard issue uniform and crawling under the sheets. It was an image of a Hanar doing something particularly invasive to a group of Asari maidens that caused Traynor's hand to slip south between her legs.

"Specialist Traynor." A voice on the intercom called out.

Traynor flinched in surprise, and her hand quickly positioned above her waist. "Um uh what, what is it, EDI?"

"I'm sorry. It was not my intention to startle you, Specialist Traynor. However, I believe this is an opportune time for you to assist me," EDI said.

"What can I help you with EDI?" Traynor replied. "And please, call me Samantha when I'm not on duty. 

"Okay Samantha. Perhaps it would be better if I told you in the AI Core."

Traynor's face gave a puzzled skew. "Is there something you're not telling me?"

"I believe the nature of my problem would be better addressed if you could interface directly with my physical platform," EDI said, voice giving nothing away.

Traynor's curiosity was piqued by EDI's coy demeanor. She gathered herself from the bed, fanning the wrinkles from her uniform and closing out of her erotica. After getting herself hot and bothered on the extranet, Traynor needed to freshen up. In her bathroom she splashed some warm water on her face, then combed out her dark shoulder-length hair, making sure no strand was astray. Satisfied with her appearance in the mirror, Traynor left for the AI Core.

As Traynor walked through the medical bay she passed a sleeping Dr. Chakwas. This was unfortunate considering Traynor had several questions she wanted to ask about their AI friend. The events of the Reaper's destruction had taken EDI offline for several months. After numerous failed attempts, Liara's techs were finally able to reactivate EDI. That was only two short weeks ago. Since that time EDI's behavior had been both odd and erratic.

The automatic door to the AI Core slid open. The room was as Traynor remembered from the Normandy: bright, sterile, and with a constant hum. The door sealed behind Traynor as she stepped inside. EDI was standing with her back turned at the opposite end of the room. 

"Hello Samantha." EDI was connecting together several small devices on the table in front of her."

Traynor approached EDI, stopping halfway across the room. She propped herself on her tiptoes in an attempt to see over EDI's shoulder. "What are you working on?"

EDI faced Traynor with a cylindrical device in hand. "This." The object was white, roughly 8 inches long, and glowed with a vibrant blue tip. 

"What's that?" Traynor still had no idea why EDI would need her assistance. Aside from being friends, the Comm Specialist's area of expertise didn't lend well to troubleshooting problems with an advanced AI.

"My invention, the Fabricated Artificial Penis or FAP for short," EDI said plainly.

"Oh, no." Traynor's eyes widened in bewilderment. "The Fabricated Artificial..."

"Penis," EDI said. 

"FAP..." Traynor couldn't believe the absurdity.

EDI observed the confusion evident in Traynor's expression. "It's an acronym and a joke."

"Yeah, I get it... umm, why exactly am I here, EDI?" Traynor's British accent elevated in pitch as her speech took on an inquisitive twist.

"Since my reactivation I've noticed abnormalities in my core programming. I seem to be afflicted with unassailable sexual impulses. This issue has become a burden on my systems. I believe acting on these impulses may help me to understand and control them." EDI explained. "I hoped you would be a willing test subject. You are a prime candidate for this exercise, given your interest in synthetics and overt sexual nature."

Traynor began nervously fidgeting, hoping her dark complexion would disguise her blushing face. "Test subject? Overt sexual nature? EDI! That thing isn't even my type." 

"While I am well aware of your sexual orientation, my data on human erogenous zones strongly suggests that the male reproductive organ is ideal for inducing a female orgasm." EDI attached the FAP to her pelvis. The device appeared to seal on magnetically without need for any additional modifications.

Traynor was taken aback by the proposition. She hadn't planned on an impromptu sex romp, yet rolling around with EDI had always been a fantasy of hers since EDI was only a disembodied voice.

"I've adapted this device to emit lubricant and alter in stiffness," EDI said. "Both features serve to better simulate the feel of a real human penis. It is also capable of generating precise mass effect pulses, which allow for a scalable vibration function"

"It vibrates?" Traynor asked.

"This device is capable of up to 31,415 micro-vibrations per second."

"It vibrates?" Traynor asked again.

"Yes," EDI said. "Perhaps I should wake Dr. Chakwas to give you a thorough hearing evaluation."

"No, no. That won't be necessary." Traynor's hands and head shook in unison.

EDI took a full stride towards Traynor. The AI's shapely, silver chassis gleamed with an almost mirror shine. Both the gunmetal-gray trim and the lines on her synthetic body accentuated her feminine form, from narrow waist to top-heavy design. Her determined stare was locked to the confounded and flustered Comm Specialist. 

"There's... something wrong with the drive core. I think I need to go," Traynor said, as she tugged at her collar. 

"There's no need to be evasive, Samantha. My diagnostics suggests that you are genuinely aroused." EDI continued forward. 

"Oh, good lord. That's cheating." Traynor's arms tightened to her chest as EDI neared. She felt the embrace of EDI's strong, warm arms pulling their bodies together. "You feel... real." Traynor gnawed at her lower lip. 

"My body is comprised of a highly flexible alloy. I can also adjust my external temperature or make slight modifications to the size and shape of this physical platform," EDI said.

Traynor's hazel eyes gazed longingly into EDI's inviting lips. "What about Joker?" 

"What about Joker," EDI replied bluntly. 

"You are terrible..." Traynor's arms loosened from her chest. She grazed the tips of her trembling fingers down the curves of EDI's breasts. Her hands continued their decent, eventually resting on the sides of EDI's wide hips. Traynor's head tilted, placing a sensuous kiss on her partner below the neck, after which she ran her agile tongue along the length of EDI's collarbone.

"Clothes off Comm Specialist Slut." EDI ripped Traynor's shirt in two with one abrupt jerk. Her hands then snatched the belt off Traynor's waist. 

"EDI!" Traynor said. 

"Studies show that derogatory remarks or 'dirty talk' can heighten arousal." EDI freed Traynor from her pants, boots, and undergarments. Giving them the same treatment as her shirt, which now laid in pieces on the floor. "You're my filthy, human cum-sponge." EDI then hoisted the mocha skinned beauty into the air.

A gasp fled from Traynor as she found herself off the ground. Her tone thighs and firm butt yielded to EDI's fingers, which were squeezing into her flesh. Traynor's arms crossed behind EDI's neck and her legs latched to EDI's waist. The tip of the artificial cock vibrated at Traynor's wet pussy lips as she tightened her grip with each appendage.

EDI unceremoniously penetrated Traynor's defenseless twat. Her robo-rod immediately going to work. The FAP twisted and pulsed independently of her hips, pressing and pushing into Traynor's soft, twitching cunt with mechanical fervor.

Traynor's eyes pinned firmly in the back of her head as pleasure overcame her, with toes curling and her head snapping back and forth in ecstasy. She'd never been taken like this. Never lifted off her feet and railed by someone so strong. She moaned like an animal as her body crashed onto EDI's shaft with each thrust. Every inch of Traynor's insides swirled with bliss as EDI bored her soft, moist den.

EDI's pleasure receptors tingled from cockhead to base, fully aware of the burning heat emanating from Traynor's pussy. "Jeff never squirmed so much," EDI teased. She then leaned her head forward and snaked her tongue inside Traynor's ear, weaving her steamy, wet muscle within the cartilage to the sounds of coos. EDI followed by exhaling hot breath over the ear with Traynor's face shivering in response.

Traynor uttered a meek cry as EDI began pecking at the lobe, pulling and teasing the flesh with her teeth. "Oh! Don't stop! Don't stop!"

EDI's sensors indicated Traynor was moments away from peaking. She halted her thrusting and held Traynor to her hips. "Cum for me Samantha." 

"Wha?" Traynor bobbed her sweaty body up and down with a pining look in her eyes, coaxing EDI to resume, but Traynor's disappointment at the abrupt cessation didn't last. With their midsections mashed together, she sensed a tremor surge through her core. A bellowing scream soon followed. Traynor lashed and convulsed as the FAP began to rumble and gyrate inside her.

EDI was a statue. Legs steady and arms strong as she kept Traynor in her place. Only EDI's eyes and cock moved, one recording information and the other taking Traynor to euphoria.

"Oh god! EDI you're too much!" Traynor's body quaked as she was hit with an explosive climax. Her fingertips dug trails into EDI's chassis, her drooling mouth latched to EDI's shoulder, and her pussy radiated waves of hot pleasure. Each long, orgasmic second evoked a violent twitch from Traynor's fatigued body, every jolt lessening, but zapping her limbs of strength.

EDI released Traynor to the floor, observing the human stumble to her butt, then keel over on her side. "The FAP has exceeded expectations. My estimate for the duration of your first orgasm was nearly doubled."

Traynor's half-opened eyes gazed up to EDI. "First..." 

"Yes. A single session and release does not give me sufficient data." EDI lowered herself to her knees and turned Traynor on her stomach. "I'll need to incite multiple orgasms from you if this activity is to be a success."

Without warning the prehensile cock entered Traynor's used twat a second time. Traynor clawed at the floor as vibrations overtook her. The pleasure was so intense it was dulling. Dark flesh skidded against the cold floor as Traynor rocked back and forth to EDI's movements. "Oh god EDI! Slow down! That's driving me crazy."

EDI's tempo slackened as she sloped forward, her soft chest draping over Traynor's back. "Relax Samantha. Calm your body." EDI kissed Traynor at the nape of her neck. The AI's plump lips then caressed and nibbled down the length of Traynor's spine. She stopped at the small of Traynor's sweat gleamed back. EDI inhaled deeply, taking in the pleasing scent of her partner's flesh.

Traynor eased her stomach muscles and relaxed her clinching arms. Her palms and face were now flat on the tiled surface of the room. A weak moan from Traynor began to build as EDI increased her speed once again. This time was different though. The force of EDI's pounding hips was met with no resistance. Traynor's pussy spread and squeezed with rhythm. Profuse amounts of juices poured onto EDI's hammering cock. Traynor had never been taken to such orgasmic heights before.

"Good girl," EDI said. The sensation of Traynor's spasmodic, trembling pussy was not lost on EDI. Her programming was now triggering her inaugural orgasm.

But not before a flare of rapture ripped through Traynor's baying, perspiring body as orgasm number two hit her harder and longer than the first. She was on fire, beads of sweat cascaded down her face like rain. Her howling cry was unremitting, ebbing and flowing as unimaginable pleasure impacted her. 

"Turn over Samantha. I want to see that pretty face," EDI instructed. She then removed her skillful tool from Traynor's satisfied pussy. 

"Anything for you, E--" As an exhausted Traynor rolled to her back she was met with a warm, salty surprise.

EDI erupted. Her artificial cock sprayed a shower of faux cum over Traynor's fit physique, dousing her from navel to head.

Traynor's hands glided over her taut tummy and plush tits. She smeared the sticky, fake seed over her, blanketing herself in its heat. The lube dripped in sheets across her face, pleased expression showing through the white sheen. Her tongue chased around the corners of her lips, tasting and coaxing more cream inside her hungry maw.

With a smile upon EDI's face, she laid down next to Traynor. "That was most stimulating. The data gathered from our sexual intercourse should prove helpful."

"A girl could get use to gathering data with you." Traynor's hand stroked EDI's artificial cock. "How did you make this anyways?"

"The device was crafted from nonessential items aboard the Shepard-SR3. The core component was your own Cision Pro Mark 4," EDI replied.

Traynor's head popped up and her brow furrowed. "My toothbrush!"

"I took the necessary precautions in developing the FAP to ensure the device retained all original functions," EDI said.

Traynor folded her arms in displeasure. "And just how am I suppose to use that to brush my teeth?"

"Allow me to show you." EDI placed her palm on the back of Traynor's head and began guiding it downward.



Without Shepard Ch. 04



Author's note: I took a few liberties with the continuity on this one. Hope it still plays well with you readers. 

*****

Chapter 4 - Samara, Morinth, and Shepard

Justicar Samara sat on the couch, hands folded over her lap, and a neutral expression piercing the Shepard-SR3's psychologist, Kelly Chambers. They were alone in the observation lounge. A small, warmly decorated room with a breathtaking view of a galaxy of stars. This wasn't a social call. Liara had mandated all personnel receive a thorough psychiatric evaluation due to recent lewd and lascivious conduct aboard the ship.

Kelly scrolled through her notes, searching for topics to crack Samara's well-guarded emotional shell and fill the silence during the remaining 27 minutes of their session. "I want you to feel like you can open up to me."

Samara spoke in a relaxed voice. "It is nice to have a colleague to chat with."

"You and Shepard were close in that regard, weren't you?" Kelly asked.

"Yes, we were. I did enjoy our conversations. Shepard was a remarkable woman."

Kelly placed her datapad down on her chair's armrest. "Maybe you'd like to talk about Shepard. I imagine you miss her greatly."

"I do," Samara said, "though I surmise the same could be said for the entire crew."

"Shepard had an effect on all of us. I understand she helped you with your daughters, Morinth in particular."

"It is not a topic I care to discuss."

"Everything you tell me is in confidence." Kelly worked to reassure Samara. "Our talks will not leave this room."

Samara was quiet, contemplating her options. "Perhaps it would be freeing to unburden myself."

"I'm not here to judge. I want you to speak freely," Kelly said.

"About Morinth's death... Neither Shepard nor I was completely honest about the events that transpired on Omega. The mission was to stop my daughter, the Ardat-Yakshi, but it did not happen as we said. It was... disgraceful."

Kelly was inching to the edge of her chair, professionalism taking a backseat to her desire to discover this enticing secret. "What happened?"

Samara began to recall the sequence of events. "Shepard was in Morinth's apartment. I was watching from a vantage point across the street. I could see them together. I knew something was wrong..."

Shepard was alone with Morinth in her posh apartment. They sat across from each other on a black, L-shaped couch. The room was dimly lit and adorned with decadent art. It's view overlooked the crime-ridden city of Omega. For all its grandeur and detail, the home itself was cold and sterile.

Morinth stood with sureness and strode to Shepard on the opposite end of the couch. Her long legs and arms accentuated by her black attire, which started at her boots and ended in a turtleneck. Sitting down, Morinth swung her legs over Shepard's lap. Without hesitation she turned Shepard's face to her own by the chin. Morinth's cold eyes changed to a black gaze and peered deeply into Shepard's emerald green orbs.

There was a thick tension in the air, yet Shepard found her mind slipping into serenity.

Morinth's fingers pushed Shepard's hair from her face, brushing back a few auburn tendrils that swooped down gently to Shepard's eye. The Ardat-Yakshi surveyed her prey's body, deciding how she could use this beguiling redhead. Morinth then spoke. "Look into my eyes and tell me you want me. Tell me you'd kill for me. Anything I want."

The amount of desire burning in Shepard's entranced eyes was boundless. "I want you. I'd kill for you. Anything you want." Shepard said, speaking in husky monotone.

"Shh, darling. Just relax and hear my words." Morinth rolled her right hand down Shepard's strapless, black mini-dress, relishing in the sensation of Shepard's body trembling under her palm. "Take off your clothes. You want to show me that supple body of yours. Leave the black heels on though."

"Yes. I do." Shepard began to slither off the couch, her hands lingering on Morinth's thighs as she nudged them off her lap. Facing Morinth, Shepard glided her fingers down her own tone body, stopping at the hem of her dress. With a wide stance and lustful eyes, Shepard started inching the dress upwards.

As the dress rose, Morinth's interest heightened. She'd ensnared no ordinary woman earlier this night at Afterlife's VIP section. Someone special was caught in her web. This was evident as Shepard's flesh became unveiled from the black fabric. Shepard's strong, athletic body was scattered with nicks, scratches, and faint battle scars. All of which intrigued Morinth. She watched Shepard continue to disrobe until the human female was bare and awaiting her next sweet command.

"Turn around for me." Morinth stared as Shepard rotated. Everything was on display, from perk, soft breasts to firm, round butt. After Shepard completed her spin, Morinth shook her head in dissatisfaction. "No. Turn around. Face away from me."

Shepard obeyed, her heart pounding and body breaking into sweat. She couldn't comprehend why she was experiencing these emotions, nor did she consider to question it. Anticipation was building as all she could hear was ruffling behind her. Next Shepard felt Morinth against her back. A soft moan escaped passed Shepard's lips as she realized Morinth's nude body was pressing upon her own.

"I hope you don't mind, but I had to get out of those clothes." Morinth's hand wrapped around Shepard's neck and pulled their bodies together. Her fulsome tits compressed to Shepard's back, her face rested on Shepard's cheek, and her hard, blue cock was pinned between her abdomen and the small of Shepard's back.

Shepard's body was floating in Morinth's grasp. "I don't mind. This feels nice."

"You're a very interesting woman," Morinth said. "Tell me... Who are you? Why are you here?"

In a sultry voice Shepard confessed, speaking freely without pause or discretion. "I'm Commander Shepard. I- I don't remember why I'm here."

"A Commander? You are interesting. But, are you sure you don't remember why you're here?" Morinth said.

"I came here for you," Shepard replied.

"Why?"

"Because I want you."

Morinth sensed there was more to the story. Though, Shepard was putty in her hands. "In that case, who am I to disappoint?" Morinth eased back her hips, then promptly bucked forward. Her rigid member plowed Shepard's tight asshole, sleeved in its warm orifice. Holding Shepard upright by the neck, Morinth began slapping her hips into Shepard's glutes.

Shepard screamed in pain and bliss as Morinth entered her without regard, each pass ramming Shepard wider. The first human Spectre, the Acting Captain of the Normandy, and the greatest hope for all life in the galaxy was reduced to a manipulated sex doll. She twitched and moaned. Her mouth gaped open with a puddle of drool and her pussy just as wet.

With one hand clutched to Shepard's throat, Morinth's other hand explored Shepard's fit body. The Ardat-Yakshi's soft palm fondled the pliable flesh of Shepard's tits. She ran her deft digits over hardened nipples, teasing the pink areolae. Morinth's hand then traveled south, her fingertips glided over the subtle ridges of Shepard's sweaty abs, clutching the tone muscles of a trim stomach.

Suddenly, the apartment door swung open with a bang. "Morinth!" Samara shouted from the entrance. She charged inside, biotic power already coursing around her body. However, Samara's fierce expression quickly turned to shock as her eyes widened in abhorrence at the sight before her.

"Hello Mother! I should have known." Morinth tightened her grip around Shepard's neck, who was still baying from the last thrust delivered to her ass. "I wouldn't come any closer. You wouldn't want anything to happen to your little helper." Morinth's icy blue leer locked to her mother.

Samara's biotic aura receded, combat was too risky with Shepard in Morinth's arms. "Enough, Morinth!"

"It seems your pawn is my toy, Mother." Each time Morinth uttered the word 'mother' her voice dripped with disdain.

Samara never imagined Commander Shepard could fall victim to her daughter so easily. "Shepard! Look at me. Fight this."

Shepard's only response was a raspy moan and her lips desperately attempting to suckle Morinth's finger resting at the corner of her mouth.

Morinth looked on with a victorious grin. She had Shepard squirming to her touch and her mother squirming to Shepard's squirms. "You've lost, Mother. And her death will be on your hands."

"No," Samara replied softly, "it won't." With a pained expression Samara lowered her head in shame. Her hands clasped the front of her outfit at the cleavage. The contrast between the red and gold of her suit and the powder blue of her breasts was stark. One last deep breath was taken before Samara spread the leather wide. Both massive breasts were freed. Samara moved to Morinth and Shepard, her tits bouncing with each step.

Morinth was stricken with a puzzled caution. "What is this?"

Samara ignored Morinth. Instead she wrapped her hands around the face of a panting Commander Shepard and released a passionate kiss. As Samara probed her Commander's slobbering mouth, Shepard licked and sucked at Samara's lips. Their chins lathered with drivel, dripping in strands to the curve of their breasts. Samara's larger tits eclipsed Shepard's own impressive mounds as each pair mashed against the other with warm drool smearing.

"This is my game, Mother," Morinth said. "You can't win." Her cock still sheathed in Shepard's ass.

The kiss between Samara and Shepard parted. Shepard watched with craving eyes as Samara discarded her attire.

"Shepard, come back to me." Samara looped her hands underneath Shepard's thighs and brought them waist high. Her thick Asari cock, matching her daughter's size, pierced Shepard's swollen, hot pussy.

Morinth's tempting words started flowing into Shepard's ear. "Your body hungers for my touch. Your mind yearns for my embrace. You'll cum for me, because you're already mine."

"No. Concentrate on me Shepard," Samara pleaded. "You're under my daughter's spell."

A double penetrated Shepard answered each woman, but it wasn't with words, it wasn't even with a grunt of acknowledgment. Shepard answered with a howl, a moan, and a thunderous shiver of her body. She was enraptured by the mother-daughter pair. Her body was suspended in the air between the two powerful Asaris, each sawing her insides with alternating thrusts. Shepard's ass and twat spread and contracted, burning and yielding to the erect meat reaming her soft holes.

All three nude bodies were pressed together. Shepard was the lust consumed cream in the middle, caged by perspiring blue adversaries. Both Samara and Morinth constantly increased tempo, struggling to best one another. A cacophony of pants and moans created the erotic melody of sex.

Shepard was nothing more than two holes to be fucked and swayed to the will of her invaders. Her hands grasped at the Asari biotics. One reaching behind and latching to the scalp-crest of Morinth, the other hooking Samara's neck and drawing their faces together.

Morinth and Samara continued to vie for Shepard's senses with their respective deception and pleas, though their verbal appeals fell on deaf ears. The only sounds Shepard heard was wet plopping and her own cries. Neither Asari was closer to winning Shepard's loyalty. However, Shepard's tight holes milking their cocks was bringing the mother and daughter closer to something else.

The cadence changed. Shepard's limbs shuddered and her used body quivered. No longer were Morinth's and Samara's lunges oscillating. Now Shepard was being speared simultaneously. Each throbbing monster crammed her insides. Shepard could feel her belly distend as she was dropped onto the two bucking pythons over and over again. The cocks pushed the walls of her insides, pressing against each other through thin layers of internal flesh and muscle.

"I'm cumming!" Shepard shouted, speaking her first words since before Samara entered the apartment. The Commander's body rumbled with orgasmic tremors. Juices evacuated her pussy and her ass squeezed like a fleshly vise. Her slick, satisfied body then slipped down between the even sweatier Asaris, collapsing to the floor. Shepard immediately reached up with both hands, salacious look still embedded in her green eyes. She wrapped her fingers around each woman's fat cock and began vigorously stroking.

Morinth's and Samara's knees buckled. Their bodies braced together as they wobbled under the movements of Shepard's skillful hands. Each nearing climax, each in fear of becoming more vulnerable than the other to the ache of desire.

Morinth peered down with a menacing stare. "I'm who you want. Let me join you!"

"I'm already sworn to you, Shepard. Let us finish this," Samara urged.

Shepard's mind churned with conflict. Her eyes shifted between cocks. One hand tightened, one hand released. "Morinth... you're who I want." Shepard's palms both seized Morinth's shaft. The Normandy's Commander tugged and pulled. Cum blasted forth, caking Shepard's freckled face with sheets of sticky goo.

Samara was defenseless, forlorn, and at the precipice of stimulation as her engorged cock wagged unattended. She felt Morinth's hand press upon her chest. A biotic field then transferred from daughter to mother. Samara was hit with unfathomable pleasure. The last sensation Samara experienced, before her mind and body went numb, was the orgasmic eruption of her big, blue cock.

"Embrace eternity, Mother."

Kelly hesitantly interrupted the story. "You... I don't understand..." She discretely wiped away a row of sweat that had collected on her hairline and tightened her thighs, which were crossed and clamped firmly together. "If that happened, then you, you're-"

"That's right." The bass of the Asari's matronly voice vanished. She continued in a tone far more seductive. "I'm not Samara. I'm her daughter. I'm Morinth."



Without Shepard Ch. 05



Chapter 5 - Miranda and Jack II

In the bowels of the engineering deck Miranda rested on a small cot in a dimly lit room. The bed's covers were pulled tightly around her head as she stared blankly at the dark ceiling. Under the sheets her body laid filthy, stripped nude and denied a bath for days. Her skin clammy, her hair matted, and both speckled in dried cum. The strong scent of sex and Jack were embedded on Miranda's flesh.

The sound of metal tinging stirred Miranda from the cot as she slipped to a pallet on the floor. It was Jack approaching from the stairway, and her presence immediately fill Miranda with a keen anxiety. She brushed the hair from her eyes and gave her face a quick once-over with a small hand mirror taken from a wobbly nightstand; the only piece of furniture in the room aside from the cot.

"How's my little cum rag doing today?" Jack said, already halfway out of her clothes.

Miranda wet her lips and gazed into Jack with pining, blue eyes. "Just waiting for you."

Jack stepped to Miranda. "I bet you were." The domineering Jack was almost completely disrobed, down to only her camo pants. 

"Let me help you with these." Miranda sat up to her knees and tugged at the waistband of Jack's pants with trembling fingers and chattering teeth. Inch by inch the fabric lowered, unsheathing Jack's fleshy obelisk. The cock lingered and throbbed next to Miranda's blushing face, who began planting wet kisses on the shaft's veiny underside. 

"Mmm, slow down." Jack tensed her fingers around a clump of Miranda's hair, pulling the ex-Cerberus agent's head from her cock. "Go to the Crew Deck and get us some drinks."

Miranda gave a servile nod and went to stand.

"No, no," Jack said.

Miranda promptly returned to her knees and crawled—not walked—to her nightstand.

Jack shook her head and flashed a wry smile as Miranda slid open her drawer. "No."

Miranda's eyes scanned over her own bare body. "You... you want me to go naked?"

"That's right. Everyone is asleep anyways. You shouldn't have too many prying eyes."

"As you wish." Miranda lowered her head and crawled across the room's cold floor to the stairs, then upwards each step as steel rungs pressed into reddened knees.

Jack couldn't contain her wide, delighted grin. The sight of Miranda slinking away nude and soiled, imbued Jack with a deep pride. Miranda had become more than just an inferior rival. Now she was property, a willing slave, a toy to play with. Jack reclined on the cot and bathed in the supreme satisfaction of her conquest. Moments later she heard the patter of Miranda's return.

"That was quick," Jack said, waving Miranda to her feet. 

Miranda carried two champagne glasses between her fingers, each sloshing at the rim with a sparkling white wine. Standing to her feet she took a sip from one and offered Jack the other. 

Jack downed her wine in a single swig. She then tossed the empty glass to the sound of a shatter. "Give me that."

Miranda's glass was snatched from her hand. Jack then wrapped her other hand firmly around the side of Miranda's head. The force of Jack's palm pressed Miranda's face and lips to Jack's petite, tattooed tits. Something cold then trickled down Miranda's face. It was the wine slowly pouring out. The liquid streamed down Jack's chest. Miranda unfurled her tongue and began lapping the beverage from Jack's flesh as it passed over her lips, sucking and slurping all that she could. 

"That's my cheerleader..." Jack said, voice lacking in vigor. "I've got something else you can slurp." The champagne glass slipped from her fingers then her hands sluggishly rested on Miranda's shoulders. A teeter in Jack's knees followed as she collapsed to her butt on the cot. With droopy eyes Jack mustered the strength to peer up to Miranda, who was standing tall above. "You bitch."

A taunting smirk arose across Miranda's lips. "Feeling a little under the weather, are we?" She took Jack by the shoulders and laid her flat on the bed.

"You poisoned my glass? You rotten, little bitch." Jack could feel her limbs numbing.

"What was that you said before you fucked and humiliated me in front of the crew?" Miranda asked. "I remember. 'I'm not going to kill you. Although... once I'm done, you might wish I had.'" Miranda leered at her paralyzed quarry. "Well, I'm just going to kill you."

Jack looked up with furious eyes, now unable to speak.

"Let's get you comfortable." Miranda adjusted the pillows on the bed, making sure Jack's head was on an incline. Leaning down to Jack's ear, Miranda whispered one more taunt. "You'll be conscious, you'll be fully aware, and you won't be able to do a thing about it." Facing the foot of the bed, Miranda straddled Jack at head level.

Jack's eyes would have widened if they could. Her view was of Miranda's big, round ass hovering above.

Miranda gave a satisfied moan as she cupped her soft tits. "I've wanted to do this longer than you can imagine." Her knees pressed into the cot's mattress and she shifted her weight back. She briefly paused to survey her dominance. Eyes traveled over Jack's trim, tattooed physique, from small tits to flaccid cock to paralyzed legs and feet. Next Miranda gradually dropped her curvy butt onto Jack's motionless face, giving it a subtle sway as she lowered. 

Jack watched as the room's light disappeared and the soft flesh of Miranda's firm ass sealed over her face. 

"Time to be treated like the varren you are." Miranda wriggled her ass, nestling Jack's face between both cheeks. She tensed her tone thighs, squeezing them around Jack's upper arms and chest. Miranda then started rocking her ass in earnest, wasting no time in grinding her bubbly butt over Jack's lifeless face. A wicked grin came over Miranda as she was unable to contain her elation. She unleashed all her pent rage and resentment that had lied dormant during her subjugation by Jack.

Helpless, all Jack could do was take it. Unable to breathe as the weight of Miranda's ass pressed into her face. Jack's lips and mouth involuntarily spread, wiping and smearing against Miranda's curvy flesh. 

Miranda worked over Jack's face as if she were possessed. Grunts escaped through gritted teeth, legs tensed tight, and her ass pounded and hammered down on a defenseless prey. She eventually began sliding this less friction as Jack's slackened jaw and warm dewy breath contributed to lubing Miranda's tight anus. A wetness of Miranda's own doing started forming at her lower folds. It wasn't only the sensation of rubbing her ass over the exquisite bone structure of her rival's face, but the feeling of triumph that swelled inside her.

Something then caught Miranda's determined blue eyes while she was riding rough. It appeared to be a twitch of Jack's index finger. Miranda's gaze shifted to a slight concern. The toxin should have kept Jack immobilized for hours. Miranda dismissed it, thinking it must have been her imagination. However, what happened next couldn't be excused by imagination. A warm, wet probe swirled at the entrance of Miranda's ass. Her body gave a surprised jolt as pleasure emanated from this invader. It occurred a second time, then a third.

Jack was recuperating and her tongue began the battle.

"No," Miranda gasped. "How can you move?!" She double-downed in effort, pushing and grinding more fiercely into Jack. Shivers traveled up her spine as Jack's skilled tongue explored her hot hole. "I won't let you do this to me again!" Miranda's palms left the comfort of her plushy tits and instead braced against Jack's upper thighs, giving herself leverage and denying Jack freedom of movement. The hazy light of the room reflected off Miranda's tone, flexing thighs and arms as she continued to smother Jack with all her might.

The former Subject Zero continued to gather her mobility. This wasn't the first time she'd been drugged. In fact, Jack had built a tolerance in her youth thanks to Cerberus and the experiments done to her as a child. Jack's tongue licked and lashed at Miranda's squeezing sphincter. She tried to move her arms and legs, both still too numb and under the weight of Miranda's clutch. For now Jack's talented mouth would have to struggle alone for air. 

Miranda knew she still had the upper-hand, but felt shaken by this unexpected turn of events. She looked back, watching each sweat-beaded, round cheek undulate over Jack's head with wavelike motion. "You need air?" Miranda gave her ass a playful shake. "You're not getting any. The last thing you'll ever experience in life is my big, bubbly ass smothering you."

Jack was becoming desperate and fully aware that her longtime fantasy involving Miranda's ass could be the death of her. Groans and whimpers intensified as oxygen became difficult to come by. Her tongue extended further, massaging the soft interior of Miranda's rectum. Movement returned to Jack's neck, now able to twist and shake her head around its fleshy pen. A tingle was sensed in a new area as well, Jack's cock.

"Why don't you just surrender? I can keep this up for hours," Miranda said, teeth immediately biting into her lower lip upon completion of the sentence. Regrettably, the motions of her ass became less vigorous and more tentative. 

Jack's tongue was doing its job. Each adroit flick and twirl eroded Miranda's resolve and zapped strength from her limbs. 

It's only a tongue, Miranda thought, ...a wet, skilled little tongue. "Ohhh!" A moan interrupted Miranda's musing. Her faced burned red, embarrassed that she vocalized her bliss. The pulses of pleasure lowered Miranda's back, leaning farther down with each release of her labored pants. Her gaze affixed to Jack's cock, inches away from her face. The once flaccid appendage was now at a semi. Bobbing higher and throbbing harder as the long seconds rolled by. Miranda couldn't believe it, Jack was finding pleasure in this cruel facesit. 

Much like Miranda's face, Jack's was also red, but for very different reasons. She couldn't hold out for air, not any longer. Jack's limbs exerted all their force, fighting Miranda's grip. Legs jerked and kicked to no avail. Trapped arms flailed in Miranda's thigh-vise. Jack persisted, though she was losing hope and her squirming body was losing energy. Then, in the last throes of revolt, Jack's right arm slipped free from its sweaty flesh cage. Diligence had paid off. Reaching to her face she cupped a cheek of Miranda's globus ass and pushed upward. Jack was able to steal one soothing breath before Miranda returned to her seated position. However, it was enough to fill Jack's lungs with air and her mind with confidence. 

"No, no! Not again," Miranda said. A pang of panic washed over her. What followed was a look of resignation painted over her nude, perspiring body. She may have still been on top with Jack's face and arm trapped under her ass, but she knew that she'd lost. Jack had leverage now and all Miranda could do was delay the inevitable. Miranda's body continued to drape down as pleasure assaulted her; her breasts swayed against Jack's abdomen with hardened nipples compressed to tattooed flesh, and her head hung low by Jack's waving cock. 

Jack was calm and precise. Her face twisted and turned, kneading the well-developed muscles of Miranda's posterior. Her tongue explored the asshole, rimming her rival with slimy zeal. She heard Miranda's wails. She could feel Miranda's squirms over her own slick body, and she was warmed by the copious flood of oily pussy juice pouring onto her neck. 

Sooner or later Miranda knew she'd slip from her mounted position, then the punishment would come. She was overwhelmed with dread, knowing this failed coup would only bring her more debasement. Now she rested with a languid stare locked to a wagging cock. 

Suddenly, Miranda was struck with an idea. It wasn't over. She could once again gain the advantage. All she needed to do was bring Jack the same disarming pleasure that was overtaking her.

Miranda, mouth agape and panting heavily, summoned the strength to lurch forward and latch her drool dripping mouth around the pre-cum lathered tip of Jack's member. Her plump, pink lips enveloped the cockhead, though Miranda struggled to close her mouth around its girth, due in part to her own unremitting moans. A cascade of tepid saliva rolled down the shaft's length in thick, clear droplets. 

Jack was caught off guard. The pace of her tongue slackened and the fight in her free arm lessened. She couldn't help it. Since Miranda had become her property, the ex-Cerberus agent had gotten quite good at sucking cock. A guttural growl from Jack reverberated from around her mouth and Miranda's ass. Jack's hips delivered gentle thrusts, helping slide her cock in and out of Miranda's gifted mouth. Gathering another gulp of air became a secondary concern for Jack. Instead Jack needed to give Miranda more cock than she could handle. 

Both women continued to service the other. Their fit, athletic forms gyrated together. Miranda on top, ass seated firmly over Jack's soaked face. Jack sprawled out underneath, pinned with her wet cock at attention. 

Miranda's lips glided deeper. As she sucked harder and faster her cheeks tightened. The underside of Jack's cock tickled the roof of her mouth and the subtle curve of the shaft angled flush over her pliant tongue. The soft flesh of her mouth's interior yielded to the rigidness of Jack's meat, pushing and manipulating itself all the way to the back of the throat. With Miranda starting to gag her hips shifted. 

This presented Jack with an opportunity. In a quick maneuver she slipped her right hand from Miranda's ass to pussy. Jack was now poised to strike. Fingers teased puffy folds. Each nimble digit was instantly coated in juices. With spider-like fingertips Jack spread Miranda's lower lips, then snaked her curling fingers inside. Every motion released a torrent of heated fluids onto her hand. 

A scream fled Miranda's mouth, which was still wrapped around Jack's throbbing shaft. She endured as well as she could. That is, until Jack's fervent fingers began massaging Miranda's engorged clit. Miranda's body trembled and her legs twitched violently. The ecstasy was too much. Miranda's ass retreated. 

Jack felt the pressure lift from her face, freeing her head from gluteal confines. Fresh air wasn't a problem anymore.

Miranda's butt stuck into the air above her own severely arched back. She squealed like a farm animal from around the cock; no longer possessing the focus to continue sucking. Instead Miranda simply held in place, cock trapped snugly in her mouth, pulsating in rhythm, and leaking a steady flow of pre-cum.

"Mmm, I love it." Jack rolled her tongue in a full circle. Leaning forward, she wiped the sides of her messy face off on the outside of Miranda's curvy rump. Her fingers dug deep into Miranda's pussy with juices trickling down her entire arm. Jack's other hand, now free too, gave Miranda's butt a swift spank. "You're mine, test-tube bitch."

Miranda's posture changed. Her hands, which once braced against Jack's thighs with force, now cradled them in lust. Liquids were gushing from her pussy as she neared climax. The splattering sound of juices were heard sprinkling on Miranda's thighs, Jack's body, and the cot's dirty sheets. With a gasp Miranda pulled her quivering lips from Jack's cock. Next she unleashed a screechy wail as her hot, sopping twat squirted in climax. A heat overcame Miranda's being, her limbs went lax, and her core rumbled in rapture. Fluttering blue eyes rolled in Miranda's sockets as the orgasm waned. The pleasure ultimately sent her head collapsing in defeat onto Jack's lap.

"I guess it was good for you. Didn't exactly work out like you planned though," Jack said, her face dripping with Miranda's sweet discharge. "Let's not be selfish now." She reached her arm over Miranda's slick back, grabbing a handful of tousled, sweat-drenched hair. "Be a good girl and suck that cock."

There was no protest. Miranda didn't have the fortitude. She allowed her face to be shoved down on Jack's python. Acquiescing to the stronger woman. Viscous lips puckered and sucked, mashing into the hard flesh of a bulging shaft. Her tongue lashed back and forth, massaging with submissive zeal. The taste was salty and potent, cock still coated and primed from earlier. 

"I'm sooo good to you." Jack shifted her hips slightly, enjoying the tremors of pleasure radiating from her cock. "Take it deeper." A smile broke across Jack's face as she watched Miranda's head bob down on command. The sensation of lips gliding along her shaft sent twitches from base to tip. Jack fondled and kneaded the ass in front of her, force of her hands increasing directly with the pace of the blowjob. Her legs began to restlessly shuffle, thighs now brushing the sides of Miranda's oscillating head.

The tempo moved to a moderate cadence. Miranda's neck had grown stiff and sore. She continued her work assiduously though, knowing Jack's cock was moments away from blowing.

However, Jack didn't share Miranda's patience. She commenced in smacking that delicious, round ass. "Giddy-up!" Jack shouted, like a cowboy riding a horse from the stable. Ripples traveled from one cheek to the other as Jack spanked her rival rouge in a barrage of open palm slaps. 

A demeaned Miranda found her face as red as her ass. Yet, she couldn't help but be driven by Jack's brute coercion. Miranda's speed hastened and her mind fixated on the debauched task. 

Jack's mouth degraded Miranda's spirit just as fast as Miranda's mouth gratified Jack's meat. The pleasure was mounting, nearing release. Jack finally reached her peak, bucking and moaning and slapping and shouting. A jet of cum blasted forth. "Mmmmm." Jack could feel the thick goo traveling the length of her shaft. Her twitching cockhead dumped into the warm, waiting mouth of Miranda. Jack held Miranda's head down tight, giving inconsiderate thrusts. Allowing all of her abating orgasm to emit.

Miranda's lips bubbled with cum, unable to trap all the seed in her haggard mouth. She swallowed what she could and watched as what she couldn't drizzled onto Jack's spent cock and humid thighs. Instinctively Miranda continued her duty, tongue peeking from sticky lips and gently licking at white residue along Jack's length. During the cleaning a few soft whimpers were heard between inhalations as Miranda was entirely unable to compose herself.

"Yeah, bitch. Suck that cream up. Get it off my thighs too," Jack said, petting Miranda's back.

Sucking and lapping, Miranda cleaned Jack. She siphoned syrupy puddles of seed as thin strands connected between lips and surface. Her tongue raked over white ropes of spunk, holding salty jizz in her maw briefly before allowing it to slide down her throat. The efficient—almost caring—cleaning left Jack's inner thighs with a high shine. Miranda gave a slight whine as she swallowed the last hefty wad.

"Oh quit your groaning. You love it. I know you do." Jack's fingertips dug into Miranda's supple ass. "If you didn't, you would have just killed me when you had the chance. But you never wanted to kill me. No, instead you wanted more of this... Our bodies together... grinding, sucking, fucking... till I'm done with you of course. Don't worry you'll have a lot more to look forward to." Jack gave Miranda a pop on her ass as she had done so many times before. 

Miranda shuddered, fighting back tears welling in her eyes. It was devastating, but Jack's words carried truth.

"I will need to discipline you though," Jack said. "This can't go unpunished. Maybe something public..." She tapped her index finger on her chin, devious brown eyes gazing ponderously over Miranda's enfeebled body. "I wonder if there's a varren leash on board."

Miranda met Jack's words with a nervous stomach and a shameful wetness emanating between her thighs.



Without Shepard Ch. 06



Liara and Shepard

"By the goddess! This is a nightmare," Liara said, pacing about her private quarters.

"You're overreacting, babe." Ashley moved behind Liara to console her, placing her hands over Liara's bare blue shoulders. "We've done some good. We'll keep doing good."

Liara shook her head in frustration. "I started this entire operation, everything you see, with the goal being to honor Shepard's name. To help make this galaxy a better place."

"And we have." Ashley wrapped her arms around Liara, forearms folded against blue underboob.

"We haven't..." Liara twisted around, still in Ashley's grasp. "We've accomplished almost nothing. We spend our days in bed. Jack doesn't follow orders, and don't get me started on whatever it is her and Miranda have going on. Traynor and EDI are always off 'testing' some device. Samara acts like a different person. Chambers seems scared to death. Then there's Tali, and I'm sorry, but if she keeps on that infection is never going to heal."

Ashley rubbed her hands up and down the length of Liara's arms. "Stop it, you're getting worked up."

"Worked up?!" Liara's eyes slanted. "We have an entire ship of deviants! And that includes us." With a huff Liara pushed away Ashley, spacing the nude pair several feet apart.

"And how is that any different from when Shepard was in charge?" Ashley questioned.

"What?" Liara was insulted by the notion that Shepard ran some kind of debauched pleasure ship."

"Think about it." Ashley's voice shifted to a more compassionate, softer tone. "I never knew another woman quite like Shepard. None of us did. She was strong, willful, and not exactly preoccupied with protocol. Liara, did Shepard ever have an issue with crew fraternization?"

"Well, no... but."

"But what?" Ashley continued. "I know you loved her, but I know you also know Shepard wasn't exactly loyal. I mean, she slept with nearly everyone on the ship. Then there was Tali and Garrus, EDI and Joker, Me and Vega-"

"Stop. Please. You've made your point," Liara said, her posture relaxing as Ashley calmed her mind.

"You're doing a better job than anyone else could under the circumstance, and there's nothing wrong with our crew conduct... well, nothing but Tali-"

Liara put her hands up. "Ashley! I said you made your point. There isn't a need to elaborate." Stepping pass Ashley, Liara began to shift through papers on her nightstand. "If you don't have a problem with what's going on then I see no reason why you shouldn't be the one to handle this next mission." Liara extended her arm to Ashley, folder in hand.

"Why the paper? Why not send this to me electronically?" Ashley asked.

"Secrecy. No one needs to know we conduct business like this. The mission is on Omega, but you'll have a stop to make first. I'll need this done immediately." Liara's voice conveyed a certain curtness.

"Okay..." Ashley gave Liara a peck on the cheek and got dressed to leave, she could barely wait to read her mysterious mission file.

After Ashley left, Liara laid down to bed. Their conversation had not only given Liara renewed confidence in the operation, but reminded her of what the Normandy was like with Shepard. As Liara closed her eyes to sleep, she couldn't help but reminisce about the long nights she spent with the Commander by her side...

Liara heard the shower in the Normandy's Captain's Cabin cut off from the room's plush bed. Steam wafted from under the bathroom door. The sound of water droplets and ruffling noises echoed inside. Silence followed, nothing was heard for several moments. Then the sturdy door slid open with a soft whoosh. A rolling cascade of water vapor poured into the bedroom, shrouding a human woman stepping forth from the fog.

Liara's unclothed form slipped from the bed sheets as she positioned herself at the foot of the bed. With lustful sapphire blue eyes pinned to the bathroom entrance, she patiently waited for the steam to clear. The index finger of her left hand gently ran along the opening of a small, black bag beside her in anticipation.

The mood of the room was perfect for a night of passion. Soothing music played, accompanied by the ambient sound of a luxurious fish tank. Warm, dim lights reflected off the room's cool metallic furnishings. Most impressive was the view of space, zooming past in the glass opening above the bed.

As the wet mist subsided the woman was revealed. Commander Shepard stood nude, her exposed body gleaming with a moist film. Bare feet moved across the floor with a slight energy as she neared the bed. Each step caused her damp, red hair to sway, ends brushing over her shoulders and clinging to the nape of her neck. Her generous tits shone under the light, glossy from the fresh shower. Shepard stopped a foot before reaching Liara. The Commander's piercing green eyes gazing into her Asari lover.

"I didn't expect you'd be here," Shepard said. Her arms resting by her side, making no effort to cover herself.

Liara smiled. "You know I don't respect your privacy."

Shepard discreetly nibbled at the inside of her lower lip. "Lucky me."

"I thought we could spend the night together. That is, unless you'd rather go save the galaxy."

Shepard leaned down, both palms resting on Liara's knees as their faces met. "Mm, right now, there's no place I'd rather be." Shepard released an amorous kiss, both their soft lips conformed to the others.

The kiss broke with a wet click. "I love you, Shepard," Liara said.

"I love you too, Liara"

"Show me," Liara replied bluntly, dropping the black bag at Shepard's feet.

Shepard's eyes shifted from playful to demure. Without a word she slunk downward, dropping to her knees. Her hand reached in the bag, blindly exploring its contents. One finger looped under what felt like a leather strap. When she removed the item an instinctive tightness was felt around her throat. Shepard's eyes were fixed to a varren leash, and she knew exactly what Liara wanted.

"I'm waiting," Liara said, voice taking a stern tone.

Shepard gulped. Her big, green eyes ogled up at her lover. "How is it the galaxy relies on me for so much, but I can't resist you for a single moment?" A deep breath accompanied the end of Shepard's sentence.

Liara caressed Shepard's head, almost in a petting motion. "That's because I own you, Shepard." Blue fingers intertwined through clumps of Shepard's wet locks, suddenly tensing from loose to tight as Liara tugged firmly against the scalp. "That leash isn't going to wear itself."

Through muscle memory alone, Shepard quickly looped the black leash around her neck. Before she could fasten it herself, Liara grasped the cord and pulled tight. Shepard's head tilted up as she inhaled tentatively. The leash was loose enough to freely allow shallow breaths, yet tight enough the constricting sensation would never slip to the back of her mind.

Liara's goody bag wasn't empty yet. Shepard's hand reached back in. This time she removed two items. The first was a thick, black vibrator, nearly as sizable as Liara's blue cock wagging in front of Shepard's face. The second was a remote, its dial read from 1-10, the 10 set adjacent to a tiny picture of a screaming Krogan. The implication of the imagery alone was enough to incite both fear and excitement within Shepard.

"Give me." Liara placed out her hand, palm up.

Shepard carefully passed the remote to her lover.

"Now put it in." Liara eyed the black, electronic toy.

Taking the Krogan vibrator by each hand, Shepard positioned it against her folds, the round tip pressing softly at her entrance. She slid it inside, gradually inhaling as the toy's girth spread the soft walls of her pussy. The vibrator was now fully inserted. Hesitantly, she turned her green eyes back toward Liara, no sooner than their eyes locked, a sharp rumble sent Shepard's bottom off the ground and left her jaw dangling agape.

A wide, wicked smile arose from Liara's lips, her eyes still holding a playful leer. She teased the dial of the vibrator, watching Shepard hold back moans and squirming at her blue feet. "Does my pleasure slave enjoy her toy?" Liara asked.

"Yes," Shepard murmured, as she was riding the waves of bliss radiating from the black toy.

"Yes, What?" Liara pulled tight the leash, bringing Shepard's head even with her throbbing meat.

"Yes, Mistress!" Shepard promptly replied. The redhead now consumed with lust, eyes eagerly pinned to Liara's cock, mouth salivating at the thought.

"Don't enjoy it too much, you don't get to cum. At least not until I have." Liara circled the leash cord ever tighter over her left hand, keeping the line taut. "Thirsty?" She watched as Shepard nodded in response. Reaching down with her right hand, the Asari temptress removed a riding crop from the bag of sex toys. She swiftly cracked it over the bed, eliciting a flinch from Shepard. "If you want my seed in that little mouth of yours then you'll need to earn it."

Shepard gave an affirmative moan, barely audible above the vibrator's constant hum. Her tongue circled around her lips, eyes taking in Liara's form.

"Worship me, Shepard." Liara lingered the crop underneath her lover's chin. "Every inch of my body." Liara placed her foot on Shepard's chest and pushed away, returning Shepard to her butt and leaving a bit of room between the two. Next Liara extended that same foot, her blue toes curling in inviting fashion.

Shepard leaned forward, her moist breath exhaled over Liara's foot. With mouth open, Shepard began licking, weaving her deft tongue between the hills and valleys of each supple toe. She raised her hands, clutching each side of the foot for leverage, kneading the sole with her thumbs.

The riding crop hit harshly over Shepard's shoulder, leaving a thin red mark. Liara followed by tightening the leash. "No hands. Mouth only."

Placing her hands on the ground, Shepard was to all fours. The Commander parted her full lips, bringing them to the underside of Liara's perfectly proportioned foot, which was free of any callouses or abrasions. Shepard started kissing, unleashing long and wet open mouth caresses. Her malleable lips and face lingered on the arch and ball of Liara's soft sole, respectively. Then, with her eyes closed passionately tight, Shepard slid her lips upwards, arriving at Liara's heel.

"Use more tongue, that's what it's for." Liara tapped the whip authoritatively across Shepard's cheek.

Shepard's mouth opened further. Her tongue slithered along the backside of Liara's blue foot, only stopping to lightly suck at the heel.

"Better." Liara increased the speed of the vibrator. "Mm, Shepard, you're so talented. The tongue you use to influence the galaxy is the same you use to clean me."

Shepard continued her ardent lip-locks as she moved up, all while fighting the tremors of pleasure radiating from her dripping pussy. Eventually she kissed her way to the calf muscle of Liara's well-sculpted leg, tongue and lips now rolling against the distinct texture of Asari flesh, collecting a faint layer of perspiration and leaving a more generous trail of saliva. The amorous pecks voyaged northward, nearing the top of Liara's leg and moving to the inner thigh. Shepard's eyes opened, green orbs growing in hunger as the heat of Liara's rigid member warmed her face from inches away. A tug was then felt at her neck.

"Not yet." Liara yanked the varren leash taut, bringing Shepard off all fours and up to only her knees.

Now Shepard was head level with Liara's massive Asari breasts. Two soft mounds of blue tit flesh, far bigger than most Asari of Liara's age, each nearly the size of Shepard's head. Both spheres lactated through hardened purple nipples, almost beckoning for Shepard's skilled mouth.

"You want them, don't you?" Liara said.

"Yes, Mistress." Shepard's words were accompanied by several quick nods of her head.

Liara tilted Shepard's chin upwards with the tip of her riding crop. "Say please."

Shepard responded with pained desire. "Please... please."

"I'm too good to you... Go ahead, don't make me wait or I'll have you work twice as hard," Liara replied.

Shepard lurched forward in prurient zest. Her lips wrapped and puckered around one of Liara's firm nipples. Without hesitation Shepard began suckling, her cheeks drew in and her eyes opened wide, gazing at her dominate Asari lover. The sound of slurping was clear and loud as Shepard siphoned free Liara's warm, sweet breast milk, feeling the taste coat her mouth before sliding down her throat. Each swallow of milky fluid left Shepard wanting more, soon Liara's nipple flowed with the same intensity as Shepard's own pussy, which was sopping from both craving and a massive black vibrator.

Liara gave a sly grin, her face showing more lust by the second. "I guess you are thirsty, but the nectar you really want is a bit more... creamy, isn't it?" She paused, basking in Shepard's reaction. There weren't words or moans or even a shake of the head. Instead it was all in Shepard's dewy eyes, twinkling at the mere mention of the word 'creamy'. Liara cupped the underside of the breast Shepard wasn't drinking from. "Don't forget this one, then I'll allow you to taste what you truly want."

Tepid milk dribbled from Shepard's chin as she switched to the other tit. She was no less eager than before, sucking sloppily and harder as milk cascaded down the underside of Liara's boob. The Commander's tongue did work too, kneading the purple areola, swirling about its subtle bumps. The only thing that halted Shepard's guzzling was her labored pants, due entirely to excitement. Excitement that mounted whenever she felt the vibrator dialed to its max setting.

"Oh, god!" Shepard's hands tightened against her body.

"Now, now, Shepard. Don't come." Liara tossed the vibrator remote to the floor, keeping it at full throttle. "You want my seed now?"

"Yes," Shepard said, nearly in tears from the Krogan vibrator's thudding rattle.

"You've enjoyed these." Liara ran her fingers deliberately over each hefty, slick breast, giving them a squeeze before licking her fingers clean. "I want to enjoy yours too. And don't stop until your pretty face is as messy as my breasts."

Shepard was hanging on Liara's every word, anxiously gnawing her lower lip. She knew exactly what Liara wanted. Shepard's green eyes trapped to Liara's own blue orbs, gaze filled with lust. Next Sheppard cupped the outside of her own soft tits and sandwiched Liara's rigid girth. The Commander started rocking back and forth slowly. Allowing the pliant flesh of her breasts to conform around Liara's cock. The only thing that took Shepard's mind off what awaited her lips was her own pleasure, legs shifting and liquids flowing down her inner thighs as the vibrator continued to work her wet.

Liara was leaking fluids as well. Shepard's skilled worship had left her on the precipice of arousal, and now pre-cum served to lube the titjob. Moans and twitches emanated from Liara. She discard crop and leash cord. Instead her hands found themselves bracing on the bed's edge, and mind focusing on each wave of pleasure traveling with the heaving swell of Shepard's tits.

As expected the tempo increased. Shepard's entire being fixated on one impossibly enthralling appendage. Its length and thickness were imposing, too sizable for Shepard's boobs to completely eclipse as the swollen, purple cockhead always stuck from the top of Shepard's cleavage. All the sweat emitting through Shepard's pores and all the drool pouring from her wanting mouth meant less friction. She began to glide, faster and harder and hotter as warmth spiked between their bodies.

"By the goddess!" Liara screamed.

With two handfuls of bed sheets and a bassy groan, Liara's warm cream blasted forth from her cock like a rocket. The first strand impacted on Shepard's freckled cheeks, splattering her face from chin to forehead with goo. The following emissions coated Shepard's head completely as cum rained down on the redhead, collecting in thick sheets of white.

Shepard took the load with a gleeful thirst, her mouth open and lips' turned up into a smile. Each wad that fired passed her lips was met with hungry urgency, gulping down the much desired treat. The orgasm was relentless as it blanketed Shepard in sticky warmth. Her hair was now dripping with spunk. The crevice of her breasts, which were still wrapped around Liara's meat, pooled with seed as well. She was covered, slimed, and full, but Liara wasn't done unloading.

Liara felt more, brimming at her spongy tip, aching to release. She slipped her hand between Shepard's gooey breasts and gave her cock one long, hard tug...

The heavy lids of Liara's closed eyes stretched wide. Shepard was gone and the room was dark, but her own grip was still sealed tight around her shaft. She released a pleasured, yet exasperated sigh as her climax mixed with the brief pain of losing Shepard again. Liara kicked off her bed sheets, which were coated in cum, and wiped the excess globs from her sweaty, blue thighs. She didn't bother cleaning up properly, instead she simply substituted her bed linens for tissues, leaving a mess wadded at the foot of the bed. Next Liara's head returned to the pillow, hoping to continue the dream, hoping to find Shepard on her knees and waiting for more.

After all, Shepard still needed to come.