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Kai Leng's Sex Tapes	By : Riddle_of_Stars Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 44163 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Mass Effect, and I make no money from this work.

Chapter List
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Author's note: The final chapter! Warning, contains actual plot that I would recommend actually reading. Then lots and lots of rough sex. Keep in mind, for the purpose of this fanfiction, we're assuming Shepard is Earthborn, Ruthless, mostly Renegade, Caucasian, red-haired, an Adept, dated Liara in ME1 and Thane in ME2. Pretty much all of this is relevant.
From: Commander Jane Shepard
Subject: Kai Leng
Alright Kai Leng. Your last video talked me into it. I know you want me. I know I want you. Meet me at my apartment on the citadel in three days. Details are enclosed. Come alone.
~Shepard
Earlier that day:
Commander Shepard didn't stick around to watch the rest of Leng's Liara video. As soon as she had confirmed it was her, the Commander had stormed down to the crew quarters to speak with her ex-girlfriend.
“What the hell, Liara?” Shepard's frame darkened Liara's doorway. The Shadow Broker didn't even turn to regard her past lover, as she continued busying herself with her work.
“I'm afraid you'll have to be more specific, Shepard,” she replied coldly.
“I know, Liara. I know about you and Kai Leng. I know that you two fucked!”
This time, Liara did turn around. Her demeanor was still cold, though Shepard had definitely grabbed her attention.
“I don't know what you're talking about, Shepard. You're the one with the fetish for cold-blooded assassins, not me. Remember?”
Shepard clenched her teeth and stepped forward. “Don't you dare make this about Thane! After all the shit you gave me about finding someone else while you were on Ilium, you go and do the exact same damn thing, with a goddamn Cerberus assassin! I've seen the video. I've seen the two of you together!”
Liara turned a critical eye towards Shepard. “Video, commander?”
Shepard fired up her omni-tool, logging into her private message account. From there, she brought up Kai Leng's Liara sex tape, displaying the footage.
“Does this jog your memory?” Shepard's voice was ice-cold venom. She seemed mere inches away from exploding.
Liara watched the video, closely, silently. After several minutes of footage played out, she shook her head, and buried her face in her palm.
“Shepard. Please tell me that you do realize this video is doctored?”
Shepard was silent for a moment. Rage gave way to blank shock on her face.
“.....doctored?” She said at last.
“Yes, Shepard. Videoshop. It's not terrible difficult. All you need are voice and body scans and some basic editing skills. Are do you really think that they actually shot a hundred krogans to film Blasto 4?
“I mean.... of course not.... it's just that.... so you didn't....” Shepard was barely able to put words together.
“Of course I didn't, Shepard. Don't be absurd.”
A heavy silence filled the room, with only the faint hum of the Normandy's engine to fill the void.
And then Shepard did something she had never done before. She laughed.
Not just her normal chuckle or chortle of confidence, but full-blown laughter. Bellowing, rollicking, side-splitting laughter. She laughed so hard she fell to the ground, rolling on her sides, hands clutching her ribs, cheeks turning red as tears of mirth streamed down them.
“So you mean.... this whole time... Kai Leng was... oh god....” she could barely fit words between the roaring gales of laughter from her lungs. “sending me his..... erotic fanfiction?”
This sent Shepard off on another set of howling guffaws, stuck to the floor of the Shadow Broker's office.
The soothing voice of Garrus Vakarian entered the room. “Is everything all right? It sounded like you two had a fight then Shepard fell down and went crazy.” He looked down at his commander, still howling with amusement on the floor.
“I'm fine, Garrus, I'm fine I'm fine... it's just... he must've... put so much work into them.... Bwahahaha!”
Liara fired up a new window on her terminal. “Jack, Samara, Ashley Williams, Miranda, Kasumi, Miranda again, Miranda a third time.... yes, this must've been quite the endeavor to put together. Countless hours of meticulous editing.”
This was the wrong thing to say if Liara wanted Shepard to compose herself, and the commander spent another several minutes on the floor weeping tears of joy and splitting her sides with mirth.
Finally, panting with exhaustion, Shepard was able to pull herself up from the floor. “Wait, Liara.... did you just go through my email?”
“Don't be ridiculous, commander,” she replied. “I go through everyone's email.”
Later....
Shepard lay waiting in her apartment at the citadel. She had changed into her one and only slinky black dress, which she felt absolutely ridiculous in. The dress had been designed with someone substantial more feminine and elegant in mind than Shepard, and it showed.
Oh well. She wouldn't be wearing it long.
The buzzer rang, and she checked the vidcom by the door. He was here.
Kai Leng had arrived.
He was wearing the same leather-jacket-and-no-shirt-ensemble he had worn on half of his videos, and was holding a bottle of champagne. Weapon scanners confirmed he was unarmed. They also confirmed that his two cloaked video drones were present. Good. She'd want video of this later.
“Hello, Shepard. So glad you finally saw where your best interests lay.”
“What can I say? I just hate to feel left out,” replied Shepard, buzzing him.
Leng entered the door; he was wearing tight black leather pants, his jacket unzipped to reveal the hard muscles of his chest.
“Last time we met, you were trying to shoot me,” he said, setting the champagne on her kitchen counter.
“And next time we meet, I'll be trying to shoot you again, but as you can see,” she ran her hands over the ridiculous dress, “I'm currently unarmed.”
“I think I like you dresses better than in body armor,” he said, running his hands over her muscular shoulders.
“I look even better out of them,” she said, stroking his chest. There bodies grew closer and closer, inch by inch.
It was unclear who kissed who first, but months worth of hatred-laden sexual tension flared up in an instant. Their mouths slammed together, tongues wrestling, teeth biting down on another's lips. Shepard's hands grabbed a fistful of his hair, jerking his head back. How she had thought about running her fingers through that hair, to nibble on his neck, to slit his throat.
Her teeth clamped down on his neck, biting hard, eliciting a masochistic cry and delight from the assassin. His fingers dug into her back, leaving red lines of passion on her skin. She slammed him into the wall, pressing her mouth against his. He pivoted, slamming her against the same wall, one hand tight around her throat.
There were no words, not now; the fury of their bodies conveyed everything they felt, everything that had building.
She grabbed him by the lapels of his leather jacket, pulling it down his body, at once trapping his arms at his side and exposing the smooth skin of his chest and shoulders. Shepard's mouth ravaged his torso, licking him from navel to shoulder, biting him on the chest and ribs, on the hard ridges of his eight-pack abs.
Leng struggled, twisting out of the jacket, freeing himself. He took hold of the straps of Shepard's dress in his powerful hands, pulling down so fiercely that the fabric tore. Braless, Shepard's breasts spilled out, her bodice literally ripped open.
She had always hated that dress anyway.
Leng's ducked down, taking one of Shepard's nipples in his mouth, teasing it with his teeth and tongue. Shepard clung tightly to Leng's raven locks, raising one leg up to wrap around him. Leng slipped an arm under the proferred leg, raising it higher. Shepard' skirt hiked up, revealing her bare, pantyless ass, her freshly shaven cunt. She could feel his hard cock rubbing against her through the leather of his pants, the two half-dressed enemies grinding hard against each other.
Leng's hand went to her cunt, sopping wet, fingers sliding in easily. He fingered her furiously, and Shepard clung tightly to his neck. Her teeth were on his ear, biting and pulling, tongue-fucking his ear. She could feel an orgasm building inside her, and Leng could feel it too.
“You're so wet... you're going to come, Shepard, come all over my hands, like the fucking slut you are...”
“Not yet,” she whispered into his ear, freeing her leg, pushing him back. Leng stumbled, and Shepard shoved him again, causing him to trip and fall backward onto the couch.
She pulled at the ruined dress, ripping the rest of it off, shreds of fabric falling to the ground. A natural redhead, her skin was milky white, her body the hard, unforgiving muscle of a career military woman.
Kai Leng started to get to his feet, but Shepard shoved him back down, slapping him across the face. Her hands went to his hips, feeling the bulge in his pants, and unzipped the fly the tight leather trousers.
Like herself, Leng had come to this encounter commando, and his erect cock sprung free of it's cage.
Shepard's mouth descended on his tool, sucking him hard. She gagged slightly, but pressed on, taking him all the way to the base of his cock. Her mouth formed a tight vacuum around his cock, and she could feel Kai Leng squirm for just a second.
The assassin arched his back, grabbing two handfuls of Shepard's short red hair, forcing her head down on his cock. He bucked his hips, pulling her head up and down on his cock, hatefucking his mortal enemy's mouth.
He twisted and rolled, so Shepard hand her upper back pinned on the couch, the rest of her body on the floor. He pulled his cock out her mouth, and sandwiched it between her tits, exposed from the confines of the torn dress.
His grabbed her hands, holding them to her tits on either side, pressing the soft mounds against his cock. He humped her chest furiously, cock sliding back and forth between the pale flesh of her tits.
His own hands wrapped around her throat. He watched her face start to redden as he fucked her tits, her body pinned beneath hers. He was almost tempted to come on her face right then and there, but he wanted so much more of her.
“Hold your tits together, you fucking whore,” he said, slapping her across the face. “I'm going to titty fuck the shit out of you.”
Shepard's arms wrapped around Leng's legs, holding him tight to her chest. The athletic soldier shifted her weight beneath her and rose up, lifting the Cerberus assassin off the ground before slamming him bodily back into the couch.
“Eat me, you cuntlicking piece of shit.”
The two tussled a moment, and Shepard practically cartwheeled to land with her sex over Leng's face. The two were now on the couch in a sixty-nine position, Shepard on top. She gripped Leng's face between her pale, muscular thighs, burying him in the folds of her cunt. Leng's tongue instinctively shot out, flickering and dancing across the smooth wetness of her sex.
Shepard dived back down on Leng's cock, swallowing him to the base. She bobbed up and down to meet his thrusts, humping against his face as he ate her cunt.
The two rolled, falling off the couch, neither relinquishing. They lay on the floor, side-by-side, Leng's cock hammering the back of Shepard's throat, Shepard's thighs crushing Leng's head. It wasn't so much oral sex as a double facefuck, as though each of them were attempting to suffocate the other, hatefucking each other's mouths.
Shepard bucked and turned, getting on top again, finally breaking away from the fearsome sixty-nine. She uncoiled her legs from Leng's face, and spun so she crouching by his legs.
“You want to fuck me? You want to fuck me, you son of a bitch?” Shepard growled. She tore Leng's boots off, hurling them behind her, one knocking a lamp from an end table.
“I'm going to fuck your pretty little cunt until you can't walk straight. I'm going to make you come so hard you'll forget about ever fucking anyone else again,” Leng replied. Shepard tore his pants off, hurling them to join the other scattered clothing through the apartment.
She straddled him, rubbing her sex against his, grinding her slit over his cock. She descend on him, his hard rod splitting apart her sopping wet folds. She gave a shudder of delight as she felt his hot weapon filling her at last.
She was doing it. She was fucking Kai Leng, at long last.
Shepard's nails dug into his chest, leaving red lines along the otherwise unmarred skin. She bounced up and down on his cock, feeling the delicious way it filled her cunt. Leng started to sit up but she pushed him back down, pinning him by the throat with one hand, slapping him with the other.
“I thought you wanted me to fuck you?” She growled, and spat in his face. Her strokes became shorter, harder, faster. Her hips rocked back and forth in tight arcs, as though she was the one with the cock fucking him.
Kai Leng's hips bucked back up into her, matching her rhythm stroke for stroke. Even if the tapes were faked, his sexual prowess was not.
“You misunderstood. I don't want you to fuck me; I want to fuck you.”
He pulled her tight to his body, pressing her chest against his. His whole body bridged, lifting Shepard off the ground as he hammered into her from below. Shepard wailed with ecstasy as the assassin pounded her throbbing cunt. She felt an orgasm building, and concentrated, fighting it down.
Not yet.... she told herself.
Leng sat up, taking Shepard with him. He scrambled his feet under him, standing up with his mortal enemy still wrapped around him. Shepard was not nearly so petite as Liara or Kasumi, but the athletic Cerberus assassin was still able to lift her with ease.
She clung tight to his neck, his arms holding under legs. His cock hammered into her, the rhythmic slapping of flesh on flesh filling the room, joined by the grunts and moans of the lovemaking pair.
“Feel that, slut? Feel my cock tearing you apart?”
She clung tighter to him, her breasts pressed against the muscle of his chest, her knuckles turning white as they gripped his luxurious hair.
“Just keep fucking me... keep fucking me, you goddamn bastard....”
“Oh, I'm going to fuck you all night, you fucking whore. I'm going to make you worship me. After all your Drell and Asari, I'm going to show you just what a human cock can do,” Leng growled. Still holding her, still fucking her, he moved across the living room, and roughly slammed her down onto the top of the grand piano.
Shepard landed with a grunt, but Leng did not relent. He slapped Shepard hard across the face, then spun her legs so she was face down, bent over the piano. He was not going to miss a chance to fuck the great commander Shepard doggy-style.
“Look at yourself, you slut, look at you getting your brains fucked out, bent over like the pathetic bitch you are...” Leng whispered into her ear. One hand was pressed in her back, keeping her stabilized against the piano, the other one twined in her hand, jerking her head up to look at their reflection in the apartment window.
Shepard had to admit, they made a pretty sexy pair. She was definitely going to need those tapes later.
She pushed back against him with her ass, meeting his thrusts. “I'm just glad you fuck better than you fight.”
Leng slapped her face with his free hand, then wrapped one hand around her throat, the other lifting her leg behind. Shepard braced her hands on the piano, arching upward as Leng drilled into her. She stood on one foot, poised like a ballet dancer as a deadly killer fucked her senseless.
“Very funny, Shepard. But you know that I fight better than you. I fuck better than you. I am better than you. And that's why you invited me here. You wanted a piece of human perfection before the Reaper's killed you,” His hand squeezed tight on Shepard's windpipe, as he leaned in close to whisper in his ear.
Shepard wriggled, bringing her body closer to his, until she could twist her neck around to kiss him. She bit his lip, reaching one hand behind to pull his hair. “Are you gonna fuck me, or just talk my ear off?” She said, tauntingly.
Using his grip on her leg, Leng flipped Shepard back over, landing once again with her back on the piano. He re-entered her, his cock slamming against her pussy. He kept one leg braced up on his shoulder, the other one pinned down against the piano with his hand. He choked her with his free hand, pinning her head down against the piano as well.
Shepard's hand was between her legs, rapidly rubbing her clitoris while Kai Leng fucked her.
“Admit it, Shepard: I'm the best fuck you've ever had. But you, you're just another notch in the bedpost. Kasumi. Samara. I fucked Miranda and her sexy sister too. I came all over Ashley's face. I tore apart Jack's tight pussy. I even fucked your little blue girlfriend, and made her come like you never could. Because I am better than you.”
Shepard could feel her orgams approaching, reaching a crescendo fervor.
“There's something you should know, Kai Leng....”
“That your a damn dirty slut, just like all the rest?” He growled.”
“That I'm.... oh god, I'm almost there, I'm coming, I'm coming, and I'm....”
Kai Leng roared as he redoubled his attack. Sweat poured down the tight muscle of his body, buttocks clenched as he rammed into Shepard's cunt.
“Come you slut! Come all over my cock, you worthless fucking whore! Come like the bitch you are, and acknowledge me as your superior!”
Shepard's orgasm had been building all night long. She had intentionally kept herself from coming earlier, letting her sexual fervor reach as high a peak as possible. She screamed, and her whole body shook. Waves of pleasure rolled through her body, overwhelming her, nearly shutting down her senses.
The accompanying biotic shockwave sent Kai Leng hurling across the room, until his back impacted the wall above the fireplace. He hit the wall with a loud smack and the crack of ribs, and fell to the ground with a second one.
“...and I'm a biotic, you dumb bastard.”
A biotic field formed around Leng, holding him aloft, naked and still erect.
“....shit. You'd think I'd remember that by now,” Leng replied.
“And I know those tapes were faked, too. So thanks for putting in all the work just so I could have something extra in the fap bank,” Shepard said, advancing closer to him.
“Yet you still slept with me,” replied Leng, raising one quizzical eyebrow.
“You're tapes did make me realize one thing – I did miss out by not hatefucking my evil clone before I killed her. Glad to say I didn't make the same mistake twice,” she purred, still feeling the warm afterglow of her orgasm.
“So, now that you've successfully lured me into your trap and defeated me.... I don't suppose I could talk you into letting me go?” said the helplessly suspended Kai Leng. He glanced down awkwardly at his still-erect member.
“And also maybe finishing me off?”
Shepard saw two options before her: she could let Kai Leng leave, run scurrying back to The Elusive Man, defeated and humiliated. Or, she could kill him now, tear him apart with a biotic warp explosion while he was helplessly lifted off the ground.
Two options. Paragon, or renegade. Blue or red.
It was no contest.
When the biotic warp had finished it's job, all that was left of Kai Leng was scorch mark on the wall and a pile of broken furniture.
Shepard sat down, still nude, on her sofa. She reclined back leisurely, poured herself a glass of the champagne Kai Leng had brought, and opened the communication line to the Normandy.
“Hey Samantha, want to come over? I've got a video you're going to absolutely love.”
“... And see if Liara wants to come, too.”
Author's note:
So there you go. The entire story was a metacommentary on itself. If I were any more of a hipster, I'd be Wes Anderson.
It's been a trip. I hope you enjoyed the thrilling conclusion of Kai Leng's Sex Tapes. I might eventually do a Lost Tapes appendix for characters like Tali, Doctor Chakwas, Brooke, and whoever else I might've missed/feel like writing smutty stories about later.
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