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The Ballad of the Pirate of Terminus	By : Nicker Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 26022 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Mass Effect, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 9
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CONTENT WARNING: Drug abuse. Definitely less dark than Chapter 9. Please bear with me. It will make sense in the end.
The past few weeks left their mark on Ashley. With the strike teams, Jack and Zaeed in one, Kai Leng on his own, she was up at odd hours to talk to them and coordinate their moves all over the Terminus Systems. She kept track of their progress, the targets, the hits, the fallout, filtering intelligence news that Anderson snuck to her. She had to juggle dozens of balls and decide which targets to hit. And she couldn’t use the Alliance infrastructure to manage this all. They gradually made the Normandy and its captain more and more toxic. By the time Shepard would get wind that something was off, they would be already a couple of steps ahead of him.
She had long talks with Garrus whenever they could connect, exchanging info and a good deal of gossip. He was an invaluable advisor on possible targets, since he was dug in deep in Omega, staying in one place and hearing everything. He also started to occupy himself with harassing all three mercenary groups on the station just out of sheer boredom, bringing the groups on the verge of nervous breakdown. They started to call him Archangel or something. He suspected that sooner or later they will start a manhunt to bring him down, but he didn’t sound worried. He was amused, almost like he was having fun.
On her better days, Ashley was actually happy for Garrus. He sounded like he enjoyed himself, which was something he actually needed. When he was around Ashley, he was stoic at best. On worse days she started to doubt herself for letting him stay around her, when he was clearly better off alone.

“Don’t be stupid, little sister,” he chided her when she confessed her concerns to him. “I’ll be there after this is over. You won’t get rid of me. Besides. Consider this as my vacation.”

She smiled and they joked, and she felt better after his words of reassurance, but after their talks, the loneliness was almost unbearable.
There were days when she woke up to the sound of her own moaning. Her jaw hurt from the constant gritting of her teeth in her sleep. She was balled up in bed, a thin layer of sweat covering her like she had a fever, and she clutched the empty space next to her in the bed, where Miranda used to be. She could scream from the frustration sometimes. Mostly she allowed herself a couple of tears, some mild episodes of panic or rage. It didn’t make it easier for her, that she was actually doing Miranda’s job. Miranda was the one who could keep all these variables and data in her head and handle the flow of information. She was not just very, very good at it, but she was actually trained to do this. Ashley struggled with it immensely, but she kept going.
Ashley popped up at the gym in the weirdest hours for a quick workout. No human would step into the ring to spar with her, and even turians were beginning to get wary, when she unleashed her pent-up anger. Ash ventured to go up against krogan bodyguards a few times, but they always beat her up pretty neatly. That actually helped her, and the others in the gym could get a few days of nice and quiet, while her bruises faded. She worked better on those days.
Anderson started to worry that she might get off too much on getting beaten, and he actually suggested she consider seeing a grief counselor. Those dealt with people whose family members died in the line of duty. But Miranda was alive. She knew her grief came from not knowing what she was going through. Ash knew she exhibited the typical symptoms, but refused to go into therapy. It also shook her up and she cleaned up her act.
She lost weight, gained muscle and a stare that made krogan careful around her. It all started to settle into a routine, when she received an unexpected call in her apartment one evening. It was coming from Alliance HQ.

“Commander Williams,” said a woman with a distinct British accent. “I’m Specialist Samantha Traynor from the Alliance Operations Centre.”
Oh, great, Ashley thought. Another blast from the past. As if meeting Henry Lawson was not awkward enough, now she gets a call from Miranda’s ex. It was getting tedious. She never actually met Traynor but Miranda told her that she was her first, and only girlfriend before Ashley. She had nothing against her, but Ash was in no shape for another sympathy call.
“What can I do for you, Traynor?” Ashley asked, rubbing the bridge of her nose.

“Uh, I’m not sure, really. I am assigned to surveillance on the Normandy case and I received some data. Frankly, I am at a loss, and nobody around here seems to know or care about it.”

Ashley was moderately interested. Traynor looked slightly embarrassed on the screen.

“I’m not sure I can help. I am off the case.” She paused. “How did you find me anyway?”

Traynor’s discomfort increased.
“I, uh, dug around the reports until I found your new posting. It took me some time.”

Ashley nodded. It was not exactly a secret, but they kinda buried her in Alliance administration. She was supposed to be stuck in a desk job until she retires.

“Why me?”

Traynor hesitated.

“I want to understand what I’m seeing. I need your help. And I want to help you.” She glared at Ashley through the screen, and Ash could tell that she won’t elaborate on that last part. She wanted to help Miranda, Ashley thought.

“Fine,” she sighed, turning her full attention towards the comm. “Go ahead, Specialist.”
“You have to understand, Commander, this is an unofficial call—” she cleared her throat. “We received random bursts of data packets from several systems in the Terminus. As far as I could tell they either originate from a mass relay or an FTL jumping point. It was disguised with the post-jump discharges.”

“What is so interesting about them?”

She looked at Ashley again.

“They arrived through encrypted channels using the frequency and encoding of the Strontium Mule operation.”
That got Ashley’s attention. She almost jumped, but kept her cool. She wanted to burst out the solution but she was curious to see how far Traynor got with the information.

“Go on.”

“I read the file on the operation. According to Mi— Operative Lawson’s description, the Strontium Mule was carrying an energy module, that was supposed to be the bait for the Normandy.”

“Correct.”

“The file says that as a secondary plan, the energy module was equipped with a tracker that would transmit the Normandy’s coordinates after every jump— In case the operation failed.”

Ashley nodded. None of them spoke for a few seconds.

“Yes. We assumed they found the tracker and disabled it, or simply didn’t use the energy module.” Ashley managed after she swallowed the lump in her throat.
“Yes. I read that in your report. The tracker was supposed to transmit on exactly the same frequency with the same encryption that we are receiving now. It cannot be a coincidence.”

Ashley agreed, but it was not helping her without looking at the information.

“You are not authorized to give me detailed info, Traynor. Even if you want to help, you are risking court martial.”

Traynor nodded, looking around nervously, clearing her throat.

“I just need confirmation, Commander.”
“What is your theory, Traynor?”

“Um, nobody has any idea—”

“I wasn’t asking their opinion. I want to hear your version, Traynor.” She tried not to sound too eager.

Traynor hesitated.

“I think somebody intentionally activated the tracker a few days ago. There might be someone on the ship who wants us to find them.”

That was good news. It was also good to see an Alliance personnel use her skills and her brain to come to this conclusion.
“Any theories about the identity of this person?”

“No,” Traynor said, but it was obvious that she was being careful. There might be others listening on the other side. “The data packet contains no useful information apart from the origin of the source. That’s why nobody here thinks it relevant.”

“But you do.”

Traynor shrugged. “I don’t have a theory about it. It is an anomaly.” The way she said it made it clear that it was not.

“I see, Traynor. Thank you for the update.” She nodded to the other woman. “Anything else you can tell me?”
“Nothing else, Commander. It’s just quarian code fragments. I’m sure there is no hidden message in there.”

That was all Ashley needed to know. This was very good news. She tried to contain herself.

“Thank you, Specialist.” She struck a pose of authority as he continued. “You should know that my comm might be monitored by diplomatic security. You may get a call from my superiors asking about this conversation.”

Traynor almost smiled, but mostly kept her features in check. She got the message.

“I understand, Commander. And... good luck.” And then she closed the connection.
Ashley jumped up from her seat and started pacing around the living room. Quarian code. Yes, gibberish, so nobody would get suspicious on the Normandy. It could only be that quarian girl, Tali. She was on her pilgrimage when she met Shepard. She had to pull her file.
She also had to call Anderson. He would get the data. Ashley had to mention Traynor to him. She could be a valuable asset. If they had the exact movement of the Normandy, even after a couple of days’ delay, they could make their move. She had to call Garrus, too. She almost giggled with excitement. No mistakes now. It was time.
* * * * *
Shepard sat on the couch in his quarters, drink in his hand and watched the bed. It hadn’t been the same in the last few days, and the memories were painful, but at least there were no traces of what happened there. Well, except Miranda, who was stirring awake on the bed, coming off the painkillers Dr. Michel gave her. Spending three days in the medbay and with generous amounts of medigel and dermal regenerators, she was as much healed physically as it was possible. There would be no scars left in a couple of weeks, according to the doctor. As for Miranda’s apparent apathy, Dr. Michel just shrugged. That was not her area of expertise.
Miranda hardly spoke a word since her run-in with Kaidan. Alenko was avoiding everybody and Tali seemed to be shaken up, too. It was annoying that they were more upset by what happened to Miranda, than about Liara. The whole thing was awkward. The whole crew tiptoed around him.
He came to the conclusion that he underestimated Liara and made a mistake somewhere. The way they wore down Miranda’s mental defenses, even with the dampening collar it was easy to see how Liara could dig up the memories after finally breaking in her pet. And all Miranda would tell when asked was that she was sorry, but nothing much else. Liara and Kaidan really jumbled the wires in her head. What a fucking mess!
Miranda slowly pushed herself into a sitting position, still groggy. She noticed him after a short while and immediately cast her eyes down. She was naked, but didn’t try to cover herself.

“Good morning, Princess,” Shepard growled. Miranda stayed quiet, squirming a little bit between the bedsheets and waiting. “Come here.”
She slowly slipped off the bed and clumsily crawled to him and sat down on her knees in front of him. She seemed to be fully awake now, but she was staring off into space. It seemed the fire has gone out of her eyes. For some reason, this annoyed him. He pointed at a pill and a glass of water on the small table next to the couch.

“Take that.”

Miranda slowly reached for the pill, popped it into her mouth and swallowed it down with most of the water.

“Look at me.”
She raised her eyes reluctantly, moistening her lips. A mixture of fear and regret reflected in her gaze.

“It seems the clean methods didn’t quite work out with you, pet. I kinda hoped we could do this my way and have you like I wanted to.” Shepard sighed, lifting her chin up. “It cost me too much and now it got spoiled. Silly little Liara—” he sighed, shaking his head as he searched her face. “So we take the easy and more conventional method. That pill you took is called Hallex. Rare and expensive, but I have enough.”
Miranda listened quietly, and it looked like she was aware enough to understand his words. He was not sure anymore, what was going on in her head.

“It heightens your senses and induces euphoria.” He paused. He might as well tell her the whole truth. Soon it won’t matter. “It will make you horny and you won’t care about anything. Powerful stuff.” He forced a smile on his face as he watched her reaction.
“I know. It’s cheating. It’s a shortcut, but frankly, I had enough of this fucking game. Don’t think you will take Liara’s place. You wish you did.” He snorted. “On the other hand, you won’t even know.”

Her eyes flashed in fear, but not as sharp as before.

“Please,” Miranda croaked, her voice still raspy. “You don’t have to— I’ll be good. I promise.”

“I know you will.” Shepard snarled.

“What do you want me to do?” She asked quietly, eyes teary. She still had enough wits about her not to continue begging.
“Nothing for now. Get back on the bed and show off your goods.” He waved her off. Miranda cast her eyes down and crawled back to the bed slowly. He moves were still uncertain, the previous medication’s lingering effect.
She laid down on her side, propping up on one elbow and struck such a classic pose without even trying to be enticing. He almost jumped her right then. He poured himself again, feeling the slight buzz of alcohol building. He wanted to be just drunk enough by the time the Hallex kicked in. He was in for a good show.
Silence stretched longer in Shepard’s cabin. He was sipping his drink and staring at Miranda intently. He had this whole speech prepared, but the view was distracting. Miranda reclined on her side, left leg slightly bent, her right stretching out over it, which made the transition from her shapely thigh to her curvy hip in just the perfect angle. It dropped off steeply into a sharp valley to her waist, while her inner thighs hinted at the delicate mounds of her sex, hidden shyly in the shadow between them. Her right arm was folded under her breasts, giving those luscious globes a delicate framing without hiding too much. Her shoulders parallel with the bed meant her neck was exposed enough so his gaze could follow the curve of her shoulder up to her neck. She was a classic vision that painters and photographers thrived to capture for centuries. And here she was, in his bed.
Only, something was missing. Her eyes were empty, and her poise spiritless, a shadow of the woman they captured just a couple of months ago.
He remembered, that back in their years at the Academy she was the object of desire for every cadet. Also, she was way out of everybody’s league. Probably that’s why every normal male wanted to get her in the sack. There were overnight discussions about those perfect breasts and that round ass and what they would do to them. Later he found out that her looks were no accident, that she was the result of her father’s twisted ideals, and he made her so perfect and smart that consequently she rebelled and ran away. His affair with Ashley was fun, she was tough and lean and a real wildcat, so he wasn’t interested in Miranda at the time. He was not immune to her physical charms either, but in the end he realized it wasn’t those soft, smooth shapes that caught his attention.
It was her lips. Somehow those full, pink lips were the final touch, the crowning of the vision that was Miranda Lawson. With that mouth, smiling or laughing, it all made perfect sense. And those lips were the first one to signal the drug kicking in.
Miranda opened her mouth slightly, just to lick her lips, but she sucked in a long breath to steady herself. It looked delicious. Her breathing got heavier, and then came the flush of the cheeks, the slight motions of her head, muscles twitching. He saw her thighs tense, gently rubbing together, and then she tried to hide her face behind her dark locks. It all just made her building sensation more evident. The squirming increased and then there were quiet moans escaping her lips.
“Starting to feel it, huh?” Shepard smirked, shifting in his seat. His head was pleasantly buzzing, too.

“Yes,” Miranda whispered, and her hand twitched, trying not to touch her breasts. Her nipples were already hardening and she started to very softly move her hip. Even though they were delicate, tiny movements, they just made it all the more evident, as if her curves were so perfect that the slightest change in their shape rippled through the air.
“Getting hotter, isn’t it, bitch?” Shepard taunted.

“Y-yes,” she sighed louder. Gently rolling dunes of pale, smooth skin were starting to shift and rearrange, the dark curtain of hair swaying in the wind of her breath, flashes of her lips visible for a few seconds. “Oh, god, mmm...”
Shepard chuckled. His crotch started to stir, his pants getting tighter. Oh, how sweet it was to see this snotty woman toned down a couple of notches. She was looking more and more like a bitch in heat, and she didn’t even care. It was delicious. He chuckled at the thought, and then a bit disappointedly thought how fun it would be if she were still aware of what she was doing. Oh, that shame would be even more sweeter.
As it was, she started to rub her breast with her hand at one point, swaying slowly, almost losing her balance. She grabbed the bed with her other hand and steadied herself, releasing a quiet groan. The sight of her slender fingers kneading her breast was making Shepard let out a loud sigh. He felt his lips go dry.
“Mmm, this feels good,” Miranda moaned in a husky voice, rolling onto her back, pulling one leg up and sliding her hand between her thighs. She started to rub her sex, gasping in pleasure, her delicious lips parting. Her other hand continued to massage her breast, pinching and pulling her nipple, her ripe breasts swaying gently.
Shepard chuckled, a permanent grin on his face as he put the glass down, one hand grabbing his crotch. Miranda slowly turned her head towards the sound, resting her chin on her shoulder and flashing a smoldering smile at him.

“Like what you see?” She purred, moving her shoulders to rock her breasts.

Shepard’s heart missed a beat, sitting up straighter for a second. Then he shook his head in amusement and chuckled at his own surprise.

“Fuck, yes. Show me what you got.”

Miranda smiled, looking at him with lazy eyes, her gaze sizing him up. Her hands never stopped stroking her breast and sex.
“Hmmm, ‘mkay,” She closed her eyes and tilted her head back, pushing her chest up, parting her legs and slowly arching her whole torso up, lifting her hip off the bed. She let out a long, lustful moan and fondled herself some more, putting on a very good show, her movements fluid as if she was moving to the tune of some music only she heard. She slowly lifted her head off the bed, too, and kneeled up, facing him, stroking her belly.

“Like my tattoo?” she teased.
“Hell, yeah,” Shepard hissed.

Miranda giggled, pushing her chest out, tits swaying, tilting her head down towards her jiggling globes and looked up at him, furrowing her brow.

“Normally I don’t do this for guys,” she chattered, rubbing her sex and swaying her hips side to side with moves worthy of an asari stripper. She continued with a deep, lusty voice, smiling. “But I make an exception for you.”
Shepard watched mesmerized, looking at Miranda’s swaying curves. Her cheek was flushed and she was smiling. It reached her eyes, bright with the effect of the drug, pupils dilated. She looked like she enjoyed it, and she was lucid, but her whole behaviour was uncharacteristic. Was it just the drugs? He didn’t care. The booze already made him light-headed.

“Well then, get over here and prove it.” He smirked, snapping his fingers and pointing at his feet. Miranda closed her eyes again, running her hands over her body up and down with a long sigh, and leaned forward onto her hands and knees, and locking her gaze with him, she crawled to his feet.
Her hands snaked up his legs, over his thighs, and grabbed his belt. Her ass was swaying even when she knelt, looking up at him expectantly.

“What the fuck are you waiting for?”

Miranda chuckled, and unbuckled his belt. She made a show of pulling off his pants, hands sliding up his naked legs and then grabbed his underpants. With visible excitement and a small gasp, he freed his half-erect member and hummed appreciatively, like she saw it for the first time.
“Wow, look at that, all ready...” She looked up at him, wrapped her warm hand around his cock, and started working it, leaning forward. She licked him all over, often checking if she was doing okay, looking up at his face. Her hot breath washed over his hardness, her sweet, soft lips opened wide, tongue poking out as he licked him over from his balls to the tip. She focused her eyes to her prize and giving a small lick to the swollen flesh, she dived in with a moan.
Shepard groaned as she went down, taking half of his length in one smooth move, moaning into his cock. He twitched and his hands flew to her head to guide her moves. It wasn’t necessary, though, as she started to bob her head and sucked him earnestly, those heavenly lips wrapped tightly around his cock. He couldn’t tear his gaze away from the sight and it took him a long while to realize that she was in control.

“What the fuck,” he moaned in surprise as his arousal built up. He had to laugh at the eagerness of the woman between his legs. It was time to move on if he didn’t want to shoot his load in her mouth.
He grabbed her hair and yanked her off his cock. Miranda’s lips let go with a loud pop, those gorgeous, wet lips gaping open. She was panting heavily, eyes searching his face.

“Enough for now, bitch,” he snarled. “Come and get it.”

He pulled her up by her hair, and guided her onto his lap.
“Do you like calling me that?” Miranda purred, straddling him smoothly, warm, firm thighs pressing against his hips, ass rubbing on his thighs, her lap grinding against his wet cock, rubbing it between their bodies.

“You have a problem with that?” Shepard smirked, giving a spank to her ass, that elicited a happy gasp from her.

“Nuh-no,” she stuttered in pleasure as she moved her clit along the underside of his hard cock. “You can call me anything you want.”
She was rocking her body on him, hands gently slipping to his shoulders for support. She closed her eyes and circled her head, her breasts swaying in front of his eyes.
“How about I call you Ashley, hmmm?” He asked with a chuckle, both hands groping her gorgeous ass now, pushing his hip back against her lap. Miranda moaned, eyes half-closing, lost in pleasure.

“Anything you want,” she repeated with a sigh.
This was almost too much for him. She didn’t even flinch at the name as she snaked her body on top of him, working her lap more and more over his hardness. He moaned.

“How about fucking me already?” She asked, squeezing his shoulders, lifting her hip.

He snarled, wiggling his hip to move himself into position. She reached down between them to wrap her fingers around his wet cock and closing her eyes again, she guided him inside her with such smoothness, he almost missed when he entered her.
Her gasp betrayed the moment, though, and her muscles clenched around the tip of his cock. She buckled forward, leaning more on his shoulder and chest until she felt he was safely inside her. She put her hand back on his shoulder and started moving, taking him deeper with a throaty moan. “Fuck me.”
“Ah, fuck—” Shepard hissed as he felt her around him, those silky, soft walls caressing his length. He gripped her ass harder for support. He felt dizzy from the alcohol, but that pale, lean body bobbing on his cock made his head spin even more. And those breasts! “Fuck. Fuck it.” He mumbled. It was time to let go.
Miranda cried out when he dove between her breasts, his hand pressing against her back to hold her torso steady. It didn’t work of course, but it was enough so he could nibble her luscious globes greedily, sucking, biting, licking. Her hand slid around the back of his head to hold him in place.
Damn, he was almost in control for a few seconds! She was gasping louder and louder now, her long strokes up and down his throbbing cock getting faster, slamming herself down harder each time.

“Fuck yes love your cock,” Miranda wheezed when she could catch her breath.
Shepard started pumping, his hip thrusting up every time she slid down, making her bounce up faster. He was growling into her curves, dampening her skin, licking her hard nipples eagerly, pink nubs poking out, inviting him to bite down.
It all became a blur of squirming, overheated bodies grinding against each other, hands grabbing for support, lips searching naked surfaces to lick and taste. Shepard squeezed her waist against his torso. Miranda rode him hard, face buried in his shoulder and she came with a muffled cry, thrashing wildly mumbling “gawd, yes” several times. Her spasming muscles massaged his soaked cock as he rode her orgasm and he exploded inside her soon after. Even after that, it took them a little while to stop, Miranda collapsing on top of him, panting hard into his neck, her breath tickling his wet skin.
Eventually she caught her breath and lazily pushed herself away, smiling. She slowly rocked her hip and Shepard suddenly found his cock slipped from her soaking sex, their juices trickling down onto the couch.

“Mmm, this was great,” Miranda leaned back and twisted a bit to reach the bottle of booze on the small table, giving him a view of her lean midriff and chest. She drank from the bottle and lowered it with a shudder that set her breasts jiggling. “I needed that.”
Shepard took the bottle with a smirk and took a few gulps himself, feeling the alcohol burn his throat, all the way down to his stomach. He put the glass down and grabbed her waist.

“And we’re not finished yet,” he growled, and stood, taking her with him and threw her on the bed.
Miranda squeaked, laughing in delight as she bounced and started squirming, crumpling the bedsheets, showing herself off to him. He felt his blood rush, breathing heavily, the alcohol heating him from the inside. He grabbed her thigh and roughly flipped her onto her belly, eliciting new yelps and giggles from her. She leaned down on her elbows, pushing her ass up and spreading her legs a bit, just like when he fucked her at the foot of the bed in the dark of the night. Only this time it was on the bed, everything in plain view and well lit, and she was eager, turning her head back to look up at him with a lustful gaze and a hungry smile.
“I like where this is going. Ahh—” she purred, gasping when she felt his palm pressing against her wet cleft, kneading her mound, spreading moisture along her mound and between her buttcheeks. She wiggled her hip, grinding her lap against his touch.
Shepard was already getting hard again, and fisted his cock to work up his erection. She reached back and caressed her ass teasingly, running her hand along the back of her thighs.

“Are you going to give it to me already?” she panted, licking her lips again.
“You have no fucking idea,” Shepard smirked, and guided his wet cock between her legs and started rubbing his tip up and down along her swollen folds, teasing them open, sliding up to the valley between her buttcheeks and back down several times. The warm touch of her skin helped him harden, and made her moan long, closing her eyes and tilting her head back, arching her body more into his moves.
He gripped her rump with his free hand and squeezed, his grin widening as he pressed the tip against her tight ass and pushed his hip forward. She hissed in surprise, eyes widening as she looked back.

“What—” she tried to object, but her protest was cut off when he forced his way deeper, making her gasp in shock. “Ow! Wait! I’ve never—” she whined, and tried to relax, gritting her teeth.

“You will be,” He snarled, answering her unfinished sentence and slipped into her ass, making her tense up. She cried out in surprise and pain, trying to relax, squirming under his grasp, trying to pull away, but he leaned after her. “Just. Fucking. Relax.” He grunted.
Miranda whimpered and pressed her shoulders down into the bed, arching her back and spreading wider, trying to ease the discomfort, whining softly.

“Uhh, just... go easy... ah, slower...” she sighed.
Shepard slowly sunk his cock past her sphincter muscles, feeling the squeeze loosen as he pushed deeper and she relaxed enough. Miranda was constantly moaning and grabbing the bed for support, crumpling the sheets in her fist. She held on for dear life as he slowly started to pump her, carefully at first, slow, short strokes that gradually started to increase in speed and length.

“Ah, fuck, easy... ow! Careful! God, it’s good...” Miranda gasped, between thrusts, burying her head into the mattress. Shepard grabbed her ass with both hands, spreading them apart to see how his hardness stretched her and sunk into her body between those gorgeous, pale globes.
Shepard was grunting with every thrust, his head swimming, the alcohol and arousal wrapping him in a warm buzz. He bared his teeth as his grip tightened on Miranda’s ass and gradually losing control he started ramming her earnestly. She was constantly moaning under him, her hips buckling when he hit too hard, her voice pitching higher when in pain, sliding to a low, deep moan of pleasure when he pushed in just right. His balls spanked her swollen petals. She was breathing heavily now, pinned to the bed by his hard cock, only his moves rocked her body.
It took Shepard longer to reach the peak of his ecstasy, his pounding becoming more savage as he wanted to feel the release, his lap slamming into her ass louder, almost drowning out her cries and gasps, her round flesh rippling with every impact. In the end the view of her bouncing ass and the sight of his cock sinking deep, combined with her hoarse voice, the sight of her gaping, panting mouth drove him over the edge and exploded inside her again, shooting his hot seed deep. He spasmed and jerked as he finished, while she froze completely, pushing her ass out to him, whining quietly as he finished.
Shepard fell on top of her, panting heavily as Miranda whimpered, squirming to ease the pressure and slowly sank onto her belly, also flushed from the intense experience. She laid there unmoving, pinned down like an insect and waited until Shepard caught his breath. He slowly pulled out, while she tried to stay relaxed.
After he did, with a little sigh, sliding off of her, she gasped quietly, the memory of him filling her still lingering. She curled into a ball, grimacing. Her hand reached down between her thighs to cup her middle, covering both, wet entrances.

“Wow. That was— new,” she mumbled, her lips twitching into a little smile. “Definitely interesting.”

Shepard chuckled.

“Was it now?” He patted her hip as he rolled onto his back. He waited a few more minutes before giving a little spank to her ass. “Go, get a fucking shower.”
Miranda’s face brightened. She clumsily slipped to the edge of the bed, slowly standing on wobbly legs, giggling. “Oh, I can barely walk,” she said with a mock rebuke in her voice as she looked down at Shepard. “You greedy bastard,” she chided.
Shepard grinned up at her. This woman was definitely different, her eyes still bright from the little exercise and most probably from the drugs. There was none of the old Miranda behind those eyes, and even though he liked what he saw and how she reacted, it still felt like a hollow victory.

“I’ll be right back,” Miranda purred with the promise of more entertainment, and then giggled as she staggered towards the shower with a slight limp.
Shepard put his hands behind his head and stared at the ceiling, listening to the sound of running water. Yes, she was just as good in bed as he imagined, and looked like she belonged there, writhing in lust, that ass, those breasts, the waist, that tight, flat belly, all swayed perfectly, and when her mouth was parted and moans were escaping those perfect lips, he could really feel he could get lost in her. He had to get her for himself.
Only, it felt like she owned him, letting him fuck her. It didn’t feel like victory at all, as if Miranda became invincible the more they tried to break her into submission. In the end it took one of the most powerful, illegal asari drugs to get her in line. But if he wanted to be honest with himself, it really felt like Miranda had won, she could not be broken by their charms...
Her behavior was a result of Liara’s biotic abuse and Kaidan’s depraved torture breaking her will and then the Hallex inducing false lust towards anyone, really. Unlike Liara, whose mind he could slowly bend to his will and shape her into what he wanted her to be. Liara’s affection was honest. It was true. And now she’s gone. He could swear that in the last moments of her life she actually reverted back to her old self. He lost her twice in the time it took him to notice the change in her eyes and pull the trigger. Everything was starting to unravel.
When Miranda returned from the shower, drying her hair with a towel, he was already half dressed, sitting shirtless on the couch. He prepared the stockings, garter, panties and bra on the bed, the ones Liara chose for Miranda to wear after they broke her in. Black, lacy, fine lingerie from the best stores of Illium. There was a pair of stiletto heels and a short chain leash next to them.
Miranda stopped at the foot of the bed, looking at the outfit with apprehension. She smiled, biting her lower lip as she realized the quality of the undergarments, already imagining herself in them. She even blushed a little bit, probably liking what she saw. She looked at Shepard with a warm gaze, striking a graceful pose, proud of her nudity as she dropped the towel on the floor.
“Would you like me to wear those?” She asked in a playful tone.

“Yes,” he growled, a drink already in his hand. The effect of the alcohol was wearing off, the buzzing that suppressed his dark thoughts gone. He hated to be alone with those things in his mind. He was busy getting the numbness back.
Miranda’s smile widened. She seemed happy to dress up for him. It was almost love in her eyes. He almost snarled at the thought. Miranda made a show of dressing up, the way she put on the thigh-high stockings especially seductive, like she was already having sex. The rest she put on like a high-class concubine, with delicate, perfect moves and poses. Damn this woman! he growled to himself. She was sitting half-turned towards him when she finished. She looked into his eyes as she slowly picked up the leash, her blush returning with a timid smile. She lifted her head, exposing her neck to him, her breasts wrapped in a black bra, and slowly she attached the leash to her collar and let it dangle down across her cleavage. Her face was serious by the time she was done.
She stood with graceful moves and strolled up to him, swaying her hips.

“And now? Do you still like what you see?” she cooed.
Shepard had to pour himself another shot and gulp it down rapidly, his gaze never leaving her even as he drank. He wanted to fuck her... no, he wanted to rape her. He wanted to her to scream his name in pleasure. He wanted her to scream in pain. Fuck! It felt like his head would explode from the tension. He couldn’t handle this.

“You look gorgeous,” he admitted, grudgingly. Miranda frowned. She expected more praise. “Now get out.”
Miranda blinked.

“What?”

“Get out.” Shepard waved.

Miranda grimaced, putting her hands on her hip and striking another teasing pose. “And what am I supposed to do?”

“I don’t know. Have fun. Whatever.”

“Did I do something wrong?” She asked. There was no concern in her voice, and she didn’t seem to be scared. She seemed to be merely asking for feedback, sounding almost indignant. “Was it not fun enough? I can be even more fun, you know.” She explained. She slid closer, standing right in front of her and gyrated her hips, her fingertips tracing her tattoo. It looked like a jewel, the same shade as her panties, showing the way.
Shepard shook his head and flashed a tired smile. The alcohol started to make him number. She looked incredibly hot, and the way she wanted to sell herself to him made her look even more adorable, especially in that outfit. A fucking toy without a mind of her own. He almost felt sorry.

“I have to sort stuff out, baby.”

“Whatever,” Miranda shrugged. She started to turn away, flashing him her curvy ass, then stopped and turned back. “I should go out like this?” She motioned at herself, dangling the leash around a finger, still smiling.
Shepard frowned. He wanted her to get out, before he lost his head. She can’t win. On the other hand, that dangling leash was so damn inviting. He could probably get her to play along while the drugs lasted...

“Tell you what,” he put the glass down, poured himself another shot and lifted the bottle with the pills in it. “Come back in a few hours and I’ll give you another one, hmmm?” He smirked at her.
He was going for mocking, but to his surprise, Miranda’s face lit up.

“Oooh, good. Okay.” She purred, licking her lip in anticipation. “I can do that,” she added, convincing herself to leave Shepard’s quarters.

“Now get the fuck out,” he waved at her dismissively.
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