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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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“Stop right there!” Prazza yelled, up in a flash with rifle pointed at the intruders.
Tali jumped up to follow the bosh’tet, surprised that the Cerberus operatives had made it so far into the colony so quickly. She was prepared to negotiate with Cerberus, despite their untrustworthiness, if meant they could avoid open conflict. All they wanted was Veetor anyway; Cerberus was sure to have a different Agenda.
“Prazza! You said you’d let me handle this!” Tali tried to take command of the situation, putting herself between her people and the two humans and whatever that incredibly tall person was…
“Wait… Shepard?”
Prazza moved forward, still hostile. “I’m not taking any chances with Cerberus operatives!”
“Put those weapons down!”
Tali wasn’t sure how to react. The ground felt like it was tilting. Her stability had been compromised, she felt herself being pulled forward by the gravity of the Commander’s familiar presence.
“Shepard? Is that… you’re alive?”
It had to be her, it had to! Her pale skin and cobalt blue eyes were unmistakable, not to mention the immense height. The scars were new, but the face underneath was unchanged. A massive anti-materiel sniper rifle hung limply in her hands, another familiar piece of Shepard. Only the Commander was strong enough to carry heavy artillery as a personal firearm.
“Remember when I gave you that geth data, Tali?” Shepard’s voice spoke to her once again, “Remember what we did afterwards?”
Oh, Keelah, it was her. No one outside the Normandy knew about that. Tali blushed, glad no one could tell thanks to her suit.
“Yes, of course I do. It’s really you, Shepard.”
Shepard was back. Raised from the dead by Cerberus, working with an enemy of the flotilla. Not an ideal situation, but Tali was willing to ignore Shepard’s associates for the moment. A quick businesslike explanation of the situation focused Tali on the mission, but memories of old times on the Normandy kept distracting her.
Shepard pressed against her, hands roaming freely across her suit-encased body, touching and rubbing and stimulating in spite of the barrier between their skin –
“I think it’s best if we work together on this, right Tali?” Shepard’s voice cut into Tali’s reminiscence. She needed to get away from Shepard. She needed to focus.
“Yes. We’ll go around the back way and try to draw fire away from you while you go in through the front.”
“Understood.” The Commander was all business. “Move out, people.”
Tali almost followed Shepard with that order. The impulse was strong, barely suppressible. But the mission had to come first. Her people needed her. Parting with Shepard and her Cerberus allies, Tali and the other quarians headed towards Veetor’s location following an alternate path. With Prazza at point and so many guns to handle the small number of drones placed in their way, Tali could not help but think about the first time.
She had seen Shepard with the others. She had seen her with Kaidan, Ashley, Garrus, Liara, Wrex, and more. Sometimes it was just a hint of intimacy, like Ashley leaning in too close to Shepard or Kaiden making a bad innuendo. Sometimes it was a little more obvious. Walking in on Shepard and Garrus doing… things to Liara in the medical bay had been a little more obvious. It was hard not to feel left out.
But Commander Shepard wasn’t the type to leave any of her team behind, no matter what the situation.
“Tali, we need to move fast. Get this door open.” Prazza shook Tali by the shoulder, urging her to do her part. It was a heavily encrypted lock, a welcome distraction for the quarian girl. It was too dangerous to think of intimacy with Shepard on a mission. Best to focus on the job. Bending over, Tali opened a panel in the door frame to directly interact with the mechanism. Bending over. Keelah…
Shepard could be quite the romantic but not that night. Catching on quick to Tali’s frustrations, the Commander had confronted the quarian and, using flawless persuasion, had devised a plan to remedy her sexual vexation. A few days later, and Tali had been unceremoniously dragged into the Commander’s cabin.
Shepard hadn’t said a word. Just grabbed her and pulled her into the seat at the desk. Shepard had held her close, Tali’s back pressed against Shepard’s front. With the size difference, Tali had almost felt like a child again, sitting in her father’s lap. But her father had never touched her like that. Strong, firm hands went everywhere, pressing hard against the suit, forcing Tali to feel pleasure. The sensations weren’t much and lacked finesse due to the synthetic barrier; a nerve stimulation program would have done a far better job. But the fact that the Commander was doing this to her, that Shepard was touching her so intimately, flustered and aroused Tali to no end.
She had not known what to do with her hands. Words wanted to leap out of her mouth, but they all died on her lips, killed by the lustful movements made by Shepard. Tali had never even considered sex with another species before boarding the Normandy, yet here she was in the embrace of an intersexual human. Tali had tried to protest. She wasn’t, couldn’t be ready for this. But when Shepard had started whispering what she was going to do to her, Tali had had to know what it would feel like.
At Shepard’s instruction Tali had stood up and bent over the desk. In a moment, her crotch area was sealed off in the suit from the rest of her body. For the first time, human hands had worked at Tali’s suit. Shepard didn’t waste time. A moment was all it took and Tali had felt the cool air of the cabin and the hot breath of Shepard on her most intimate of intimates.
The next thing she had felt were those strange five-fingered human hands slathering her bare flesh with antibacterial gel. It was the strangest, most wonderful experience Tali had ever felt up to that point. Without the suit to get in the way, Shepard had been amazing. Dexterous phalanges petting and probing every bit of exposed skin, sometimes rubbing and sometimes thrusting and sometimes just resting in place, applying firm pressure to just the right spot. Tali couldn’t have stopped herself from crying out. She had moaned and groaned and cursed and screamed. She had been so embarrassed afterwards, certain the crew had heard her through the bulkhead.
Shepard had encouraged the vocalizations. She had wanted to know exactly what spots felt best to Tali, what excited her the most. Tali had doubted that her incoherent babbling had been of any use to Shepard in her study of quarian biology, but subsequent interludes had proved that Shepard was a quick learner and was fluent in the inarticulate utterances of aroused lovers.
The petting had not stopped until Tali had climaxed twice. She was fairly certain Shepard hadn’t recognized the orgasm the first time considering the difference in alien physiology, never mind Tali’s difficult to interpret moans. But the second time had been unmistakable, what with Tali collapsing on the floor.
As Tali had recouped sitting halfway under the desk, Shepard had removed her pants and pulled something small and plastic from her pocket. It had turned out to be a bizarre human invention hundreds of years old, no longer commonly used due to advances in disease control and pregnancy prevention: a condom.
Once removed from its wrapper and pulled over Shepard’s intimidating erection, Tali had almost laughed at the simplicity. Just a bit of synthetic polymer compound molded into the proper shape and sex, real sex, was possible. It wasn’t quite the skin on skin Tali had dreamed of, but it was very close. And she didn’t have to worry about human proteins creating an allergic reaction.
Of course, at the time, Tali was not given the chance to consider Shepard’s solution so thoroughly. As soon as she had adjusted the blue rubber to her length, Shepard had picked Tali up and leaned her over the desk again. Every ounce of trepidation Tali had been feeling at the start of the encounter had come back full force when Shepard’s member had made contact with Tali. The head was shockingly hot through the synthetic material and felt oversized compared to her own small opening. Tali had stiffened in apprehension, certain the penetration would be painful, that she would regret it immediately.
But then Shepard was inside of her and Tali had stopped thinking. It had felt so good to be so close to someone, to touch and be touched so intimately. Shepard stretched and filled her, thrusting firmly but carefully. Tali had not been capable of taking Shepard’s full length that first time, but she had gotten more than enough. After the first few minutes, Tali had reached orgasm and almost found herself on the floor again, except for Shepard’s sizable member and supportive hands holding her in place. Without even a pause, Shepard had continued her strokes, stirring Tali’s insides with practiced precision.
Tali knew, looking back, that Shepard had moved within her for no more than thirty minutes. It had felt like days, though. Each time the head pierced into her she could feel centimeter by centimeter of her Commander’s length spread her apart with maddening slowness. It could have lasted a year. It should have in Tali’s honest opinion, Saren be damned. Eventually, though, Shepard had reached her own orgasm.
Tali had climaxed for a fourth time only minutes before and had been having trouble staying conscious. Shepard’s movements had become less steady, faster, almost disjointed. Tali could still remember the strange bruises left on her hips from the unusual human hands that had gripped her so tightly. Then Shepard had moaned her name, Tali’s name, and came.
Tali could not compare the sensation to anything else in her meager experience, before or since. At least with the sex she had the nerve stimulation programs to contrast with. When Shepard had climaxed, all her seed had filled up Tali in an instant. With the condom, the fluid had nowhere to go. The thing just filled up, ballooned inside of her, expanded ridiculously as Shepard’s orgasm continued. Tali had felt full, even bloated, but warm and satiated at the same time. Before the human had finished, Tali could have sworn her stomach was visibly distended. Whether it was or not did not change the way she had felt.
When Shepard had finally finished and pulled out, the condom had come off and stayed inside thanks to the amount of seed filling it. Laughing breathily, Shepard had fished inside Tali with her fingers and pulled the slick rubber out, giving Tali one more new and unusual sensation to remember.
Completely exhausted from the experience, Tali had hobbled over to Shepard’s bed and collapsed. She had wanted it to last forever, but she lacked the stamina to back up her desire. Shepard had still been erect and willing, though. Blushing with embarrassment over the indecency of her own request, Tali had asked Shepard to masturbate for her. She had never seen a male orgasm up close and in person before. Kneeling astride the prone quarian, Shepard had complied.
As the Commander’s second climax had come and her helmet was washed in white, Tali had known she had crossed a threshold she could not retreat from. Not that she wanted to.
“What is that you are holding, Tali’Zorah?”
Startled, Tali realized she had been fantasizing about Shepard while the rest of her team had been working hard to get to Veetor. The female soldier standing next to her tilted her head in puzzlement at the object Tali had been unconsciously fiddling with in her hand.
“Is that a piece of useful technology?”
“Not really,” Tali shoved the small plastic-wrapped item back into a pocket in her suit. “It’s more like a memento. But it might be useful someday.”
“I see,” The quarian turned away and moved to salvage a drone that had been destroyed.
Tali sighed and thanked her ancestors for a hundredth time that quarian helmet visors were made tinted. Patting the pocket familiarly, she headed towards the others as they planned their next move.
“Maybe someday.”
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