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The Shepard Effect	By : Agdistis Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 26147 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Miranda sat at a research station in the medical bay of the Lazarus Research Station. The lights were dimmed for the night cycle and the ambient hum of the life support equipment was the only sound. The whole of the medical staff was off duty at such a late hour, but Miranda didn’t feel alone. Commander Morana Shepard’s regenerating body lay prone only a few feet away, inert beyond basic life functions but still a significant presence in the room. Having spent nearly two years rebuilding Shepard and researching her history, Miranda felt almost connected to the war hero. Not that she would ever let anyone know that, but in the privacy of her mind she could admit a certain warmth towards the Commander.
As Miranda reviewed the various files and videos Cerberus had managed to obtain on Shepard’s personal life, she had to note it wasn’t just emotional warmth she was feeling. There was a side to the Commander the public was not privy to.
Shepard was decidedly lascivious in private. Miranda never would have guessed if she didn’t have access to Cerberus’ hidden camera files from the bugs that had been snuck onto the original Normandy after the Sovereign incident. There were literal weeks of video footage, hour after hour, of Shepard engaging in amorous actions with crew members. Much of it involved the non-humans. The asari appeared most frequently in the videos, apparently a favorite, but all the others were there too. The quarian girl was a particular surprise to Miranda, but the Commander’s genius at problem solving was not limited to the battlefield.
At first, Miranda had been thoroughly disgusted by Shepard’s actions, particularly in regards to the aliens. While not as vehement as some sects of Cerberus, Miranda didn’t like the idea of intermingling with extraterrestrials. Not so intimately, anyway. But after the first few quick glances, purely for curiosity’s sake, Miranda soon found herself thinking about the Commander and her private life every night before bed. Sometimes in the morning, if she woke early enough.
Miranda queued up a video on the screen in front of her from only a week before the Normandy ran afoul of the Collector vessel. It was from a surveillance camera inside the Mako. Shepard had engaged both the krogan and Chief Williams in some rather vigorous late night activities. The camera was not angled quite right to see all of the action and there was no sound, but most of Shepard’s body was on display at a side angle.
Miranda knew she was perfect. Her body was the desire of most men and many women she met everywhere she went. From top to bottom, Miranda was a wonder of genetic engineering. But if she was a wonder, Shepard was a miracle. Shepard had been engineered in the womb the same as Miranda, but where Henry Lawson had sought to create the perfect human, Shepard’s parents wanted a child that went beyond human limitations. Cerberus saw the deaths of the two Doctor Shepards on Mindoir as a true blow to the progress of humanity. Morana was a true one of a kind creation.
The proof of that uniqueness was on full display for Miranda. She marveled at the lithe power the Commander exhibited in the video. Each movement was fluid and forceful, sinewy muscle apparent under a sheath of soft pale skin. Shepard dominated the video, not only because of the camera positioning. Her DNA modifications were extreme; Shepard stood a full eight feet tall. She was meant to be better than human. Better than aliens. Exceptional in every way.
Quickly flicking her fingers over the door controls, Miranda locked down the med bay. The Cerberus operative was not the type to take unnecessary risks. Locks engaged and surveillance cameras momentarily disabled, Miranda leaned back in her chair and pulled the zipper down on her suit. Right hand snaking down her front, she found her sex already soaking wet. She wanted to tease herself, draw things out, but Miranda’s body would not be denied. Two fingers quickly plunged into her pussy, the thumb rubbing away at her clit.
On screen Shepard had a hand on Williams’ head, pressing the Gunnery Chief down towards her crotch. Another facet of Shepard no one in the general public knew throbbed visibly in the Ashley’s mouth. Shepard was a Hermaphrodite, designed to be fully functional in both male and female reproduction roles. Miranda had read in a surviving file from Shepard’s parents’ research that they had intended their daughter to be capable of mating with any suitable person, regardless of sex, in order to spread her superior genetics. At the moment, Miranda could care less about the dead scientist’s plans. All that mattered was that Shepard had an enormous cock and it was fucking amazing.
Miranda braced a leg against the desk, rapidly squelching her fingers in and out of her cunt, adding a third as the video progressed. Her free hand groped at her breasts, exposing them to the open air as the heat in her body grew to unbearable levels. Miranda bit her lip, stifling as much of her moans as possible. She could feel a buildup of liquid starting to drip down her ass, contained within her suit. A shower would be top priority afterwards but she put such logical thoughts aside and continued to stoke the fire burning in her core.
Somehow Williams was managing to take more than half of Shepard’s length down her throat. An impressive feat, especially doing it while bouncing up and down on a huge krogan. The alien wasn’t in clear view, but from previous videos Miranda knew the beast was hung longer than anyone she had ever seen before, Shepard excluded, and much thicker. Shepard’s endowment was thick, but not the forearm circumference of the krogan.
Miranda watched as Shepard placed both hands on the Chief’s head and began to forcefully thrust into her mouth. It was clear her climax was approaching, and Miranda picked up the pace of her own frigging to match the Commander. Sweat was pouring down Miranda’s body at this point, skintight suit somehow clinging even more to her where it was still on. Her flesh felt like it was boiling, fluid bubbling out of her in copious amounts. The Shepard on screen looked similar, muscles beginning to clench and spasm.
Forcing herself to hold on, Miranda watched Shepard climax, Williams’ throat bulging from taking in as much of the spurting cock as possible. After the initial few pulses, the Commander shoved the dark-haired girl’s head backwards, proceeding to coat the Chief in ounces of ejaculate.
At the sight of Shepard’s full throbbing dick, Miranda came, drenching her hand in what felt like as much fluid as she could see on the screen. The orgasm lasted for a long time, Miranda’s abdomen clenching and jerking uncontrollably and her legs convulsing in time with her heart beat. Uninhibited by waves of bodily euphoria, the cold Cerberus operative shrieked in an explosion of heat.
It took several minutes to get back under control. Miranda’s eyes had closed in a semi-conscious daze, orgasmic exhaustion depleting her strength for at least a little while. When she opened her eyes some time later, the three on screen were still going at it. Shepard was inexhaustible, her stamina serving her through multiple hours of sexual activity, her partners usually giving in long before the Commander. As it was, they had changed position so that Shepard was now riding the krogan’s lap with Williams riding her. The look of satisfied exhaustion on the Chief’s face mirrored Miranda’s, though as she slowly pulled her hand out of her soaked panties Miranda wondered if the Alliance woman felt any different in her post-orgasmic bliss with that much semen on her face. She had never bothered with any lewdness in her own sex life. The men she had been with in bed had not inspired such debauchery.
Miranda paused the video feed. Languorously she stood and stretched, arching her back in a way that mirrored Chief Williams’ frozen image on the screen. Miranda could still feel the heat smoldering inside her and the cool air of the med bay felt nice on her uncovered torso. A warm human body pressed against her bare torso would have felt better, but that wasn’t possible at the moment. The only person on the station she could see as a possibility was Jacob, and Miranda was not willing to risk an unsuccessful relationship with a coworker. He seemed like the type to want more than just the physical aspect.
Then again, Miranda hesitated, Jacob wasn’t the only person. Shepard was right in front of her. Her body, anyway.
It was only a few quick steps and she was by the unconscious Commander’s side. Shepard was nude beyond a thin sheet pulled up to her chest, the healing of her flesh nearly complete. There were still a large number of faintly glowing scars marring her pale skin, but she looked little different from any normal person sleeping in bed. Miranda brushed the black hair off of Shepard’s forehead in an almost sentimental way, but made a cursory examination of a large scar at her temple. Shepard had fine features, not delicate, but still feminine. Miranda considered herself to be heterosexual, but the Commander was definitely an attractive woman by her standards.
Before she lost her nerve as well as the demanding heat between her thighs, Miranda pulled the sheet off of Shepard. With clinical precision she handled Shepard’s flaccid penis, examining it in close detail.
Fortunately, there were no scars on this part of the Commander’s anatomy. Bringing her face in close, Miranda eyed the dick up and down and even took a look at the vagina directly below. She had little interest in Shepard’s female organs, but curiosity compelled at least a quick glance. Gaining some confidence, Miranda began a steady stroking motion, eager to encounter Shepard’s erection in person.
Even Flaccid the Commander was a hefty handful and Miranda had to use two hands to effectively jack her off. At first she was worried when there was no apparent response, but Miranda was well acquainted with Shepard’s medical files; everything was in working order. The drugs regulating her body interfered with her automatic arousal, but after a few minutes of determined stimulation, Miranda got the response she was looking for.
Fully erect, Shepard’s turgid member dwarfed all of Miranda’s past experiences. Like the Commander’s physical stature, her cock was ludicrous in concept and awe inspiring in person. Leaning against the bed, Miranda took her right hand away from the pleasing warmth of the Commander and thrust it back into the fiery heat of her cunt, already aroused enough by the situation to be in hands reach of climax.
Taking the final plunge, Miranda dispensed with all hesitation and wrapped her mouth around Shepard’s throbbing cock head. She did not bother with any fancy maneuvers and simply applied heavy suction, occasionally rolling her tongue against the underside of the head. Looking down the shaft from this perspective, Miranda felt a whole new level of respect for Chief Williams and her fellatio skills. There was a daunting amount of distance to cover before reaching the Commander’s pelvis.
Increasing the speed of her jerking hand, the Cerberus operative worked hard to bring the Commander to climax as soon as possible; her own heat was reaching critical mass. Shepard could last for more than an hour, according to the videos Miranda had watched, but luckily that seemed to be a matter of will power. Shepard’s unconscious body had no self-imposed restraint. Miranda could already taste copious amounts of pre-cum flowing out of the Commander.
Without any warning, a huge amount of ejaculate exploded into Miranda’s mouth, nearly choking her. Surprised, she released the head from her mouth and was promptly coated in cum. Wave after wave of ejaculate sprayed Miranda in the face and chest. Much of it went high at first, getting in her hair or arching over her head and landing on the sheets, but a great deal plastered her directly on her right cheek and across the bridge of her nose. Her naked chest both a direct recipient and an indirect catch for the viscous white fluid as it dripped off Miranda’s jaw and chin.
By the time the Commander was halfway through her orgasm, Miranda had reached her own climax. It was hard for her to remain standing, the peak of her pleasure even higher than the last one. Finally her legs did give out and she had to catch herself on the edge of the bed, messy forehead resting on Shepard’s thigh. Just in time for the last pulse from the Commander to land heavily on the back of Miranda’s head.
Breathing heavily through her mouth, Miranda felt as though she had just ran ten kilometers. Her legs were jelly and her pants were so wet they had become uncomfortable. Cum was splattered all over her face and torso, dripping onto the Commander’s legs and the bed beneath. Turning her head a little, Miranda could easily see Shepard’s feminine parts had also made a mess, clear liquid still leaking out of her pussy. The scientist in Miranda made mental note that Shepard’s sexual organs both achieved orgasm regardless of which was receiving stimulation. Then the rest of Miranda’s happily sated mind told the scientist to shut up and enjoy the moment.
After a small while of drowsy recovery, Miranda pulled herself back up to a standing, albeit shaky, position and was unsurprised to find Shepard still fully erect. The Commander’s stamina was amazing, even drugged and unconscious.
Miranda wiped a bit of the sticky fluid off her face with her finger and took another taste. Now that she had the time to assess the flavor, she found it to be strong but not as bitter as the few men she had been willing to fellate before. Not unpleasant at all. She wasn’t sure that being physically covered in the stuff actually improved anything, but Miranda decided the experience on a whole was far better than masturbation alone.
Using the soiled sheets to wipe herself and Shepard off as best as possible, Miranda put her suit back into some semblance of order and pulled up her omni-tool. With a few quick key strokes she ordered the station security mechs to deliver fresh sheets and clean the Commander of all evidence of Miranda’s licentious actions. While tempting, the Cerberus operative knew that another round of carnality would be risking too much. Her disheveled appearance and unsteady walk would be suspicious enough as is if she ran into anyone in the corridor, not to mention the surveillance camera’s outside the med bay. Any more time with Shepard would be dangerous. Administering a drug, Miranda watched as Shepard’s straining erection receded. The heat still inside Miranda rebelled at the sight, but her logical mind admitted the necessity.
After all, there was always tomorrow.
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