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Cerberus Enchantress	By : DarkWolves Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 22055 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Cerberus Enchantress
- 2-Cerberus Cheerleader
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Chapter 2: Cerberus Cheerleader
Human Alliance Commander Jane Shepard stepped off of the elevator which served as the link between the decks of the Cerberus frigate Normandy SR-2, captained by the first human Spectre turned Cerberus Operative.
Having returned from pacifying yet another heavily defended Blue Sun mercenary base she was eager to simply collapse onto her bed for some much needed rest and recuperation. The hydraulic actuators activated, the heavily reinforced bulkhead door opened into the Captains Private Quarters. The single room was spacious with the office area leading down into the living quarters modelled after the latest designs seen in the high class apartments of Ilium or the Presidium on the Citadel. Shepard stepped into the bedroom, the gentle blue waves of light of the exotic fish tank which dominated the main wall of her quarters cascading over her. The wide double bed laid out before her called out, luring her towards the sweet embraces of slumber. Having relinquished her armour in the ships armoury Shepard had little else to interrupt her as she collapsed unceremoniously into the beds soft sheets and descended into sleep.
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“Commander” the single word shattered the fragile sleep Shepard had fought so hard to form. Shepard stubbornly refused to acknowledge the call, hoping that it was merely a creation of her own twisted imagination. “Commander, may I speak with you?” the reality was that the voice truly was that of Miranda Lawson, Shepards second in command and Cerberus Operative in charge of the Lazarus cell reporting directly to the Illusive Man himself.
“Miranda” Shepard said groggily, her face still imbedded in the soft pillows, lacking the energy even to face her companion. “I just blew up a Blue Suns base. That involved infiltrating into the heart of the heavily defended compound, repelling several waves of Blue Sun elite guards, and making a run to the extraction point before the ammunition stores detonated and destroyed the surrounding area for several klicks around. Now may not be the best moment to tell me about Joker trying to disable EDI with rhetorical questions or Grunt challenging the crew to a game of ‘Krogan Bull-Varren’. Honestly, if it’s anything short of a major catastrophe can I please deal with it later?”
“I am afraid that this requires your immediate attention, Commander” Miranda was nothing if not determined regarding her work.
“Alright” Shepard rolled over the bed onto her back, her head supported by the soft white pillows, she finally conceded herself to Miranda’s will. “What is so-” Shepards words were lost to silence as she finally caught sight of her companion and long-time friend standing across the room, what she saw was nothing as she had expected.
In place of her usual Cerberus attire, while form fitting still retained the gravity of strength and respect afforded to her position as a Cerberus Officer, Miranda was dressed in an outfit reminiscent of Shepards own cheerleading days leading the rallies for the Space Wolves of Nexus-42 High School. Miranda’s outfit was a black top emblazed with flaming orange trim wrapped around her ample chest with a matching skirt barely covering Miranda’s well-toned thighs let alone leaving much else to Shepard’s overly fertile imagination. The ensemble also included a matching set of bright orange pom poms held in her hands fluttering with each graceful movement. “But I guess if you are busy I could come back later?” Miranda turned on her heels ready to leave.
Shepard’s fatigue suddenly dissipated. “What the-” was all that could escape Shepards lips.
Miranda suddenly snapped back to face her commanding officer, a sudden spring in her step at the prospect. “I thought you would approve” Miranda took her stance in preparation for her performance.
“We are Cerberus. We fight from the shadows, we guard humanity with our might” Miranda began to shift and dance in a flurry of movements to the tune humming beneath her breath. “We are silent strike, no evil escapes our sight” Miranda thrust her hands upwards, curving her extended arms down in graceful arcs across her chest. “Against three heads how will you prevail, he’ll beat you back with a wag of his tail” Miranda jumped around, leaning forward to touch her toes she wagged her imaginary tail. The flutter of Miranda’s short skirt allowed Shepard an appetising glimpse of Miranda’s lacy black underwear beneath.
Miranda turned back around to face her companion to resume her routine. “Ferocious claws you must pacify. Attempt to pass him, you can try” Miranda’s pom poms fluttered in front of her. “Of the shadows he is heir, in your heart he makes his lair” Miranda’s hands thrust out in either direction. “Illusive Man, Illusive Man” Miranda spun her pom poms in front of her chest before leaping into the air. “Go Cerberus!” Miranda landed on the deck in a heroic grand finale, her pose a heroic tribute to her performance.
However in this instance Miranda’s skill at the art of dance had gone unappreciated as Commander Shepard, hero of the Battle of the Citadel and the single person capable stemming the tide of the Collector threat, lay quietly snoozing on her bed.
Miranda crossed her arms across her chest with a pouting sigh. “Oh come on Shepard” her piercing words awoke Shepard sharply from her delicate slumber. “Do you know how hard it was to write that cheer?”
Shepards mind was quick to return to reality, smiling softly in a vain attempt to reassure her companion. “I’m sorry Miri” Shepard knew that she must have been truly desperate to use her affectionate nickname. There were only three people in the known universe who ever called Miranda by her nickname. The first was Niket; Miranda’s childhood friend now deceased at the hands of Eclipse Captain Enyala while attempting to spare Miranda’s twin sister. Oriana was the second. Shepard was the third. “I’m just too tired right now”
Miranda decided to take matters into her own hands, discarding her bright orange pom poms aside she leapt in one graceful dive to straddle Shepard, pinning her to the bed like a crouching tiger. Miranda slipped the tips of her long fingers beneath the lip of Shepard’s shirt. “Come on Commander, I’m feeling really raunchy in this outfit” Miranda caressed her fingers across her bare stomach. “So, why don’t you tear these clothes off of my body and ravish me?”
Shepard meekly attempted to resist Miranda’s advances. “Please, I need to sleep. I promise you I will ravage you when I am not so exhausted”
A smile emerged across Miranda’s cheery red lips. “Oh really” Miranda gripped the hem of her top, pulling her top over her head to reveal her lacy black bra beneath, discarding the unnecessary piece of attire. “Still tired Shepard?”
Shepard allowed a giggle to escape her lips, passing the tips of her fingers across Miranda’s bare arms. “You tempt me well Miranda” the energy which had sustained her escaped her body, Shepards arm falling limp at her side. “But I am afraid that I lack the energy to satisfy you now”
“Well” Miranda growled beneath her breath. Miranda slipped her fingers across Shepard’s shirt once again. “Maybe you can just lay there for a while and I shall ravage you first” Miranda’s dexterous fingers scurried across ample. “I am sure it would help build the anticipation” Miranda’s dexterous fingers slipped beneath the lip of Shepards Cerberus shirt, revealing a well-toned stomach formed through years of military service. Shepards shirt followed the gentle curve of Shepards chest, revealing the cheery pink nubs of her engorged nipples standing erectly ahead of her plump breasts.
Shepard giggled as the soft hands caressed her bare skin. “I didn’t think you would be able to keep your hands off of this supple body any longer”
“If I remember your file mentioned you were the Captain of your schools Cheer Squad” Miranda growled. “That must have made you rather agile and, flexible”
Shepard giggled. “That was a long time ago. Besides, most of our routines involved our mascot Space Wolf chasing the other teams mascot and pretending to rip them to shreds”
“Well, maybe now you could rip me to shreds” Miranda purred in her commander’s ear.
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