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Citadel: The Party	By : Hyperion Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 60772 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Hours later, the clone opened the door to his apartment and looked on as Shepard's comrades old and new filed into the apartment. Zaeed Massani clapped him on the back and passed him a bottle of volus-brewed brandy. Grunt clapped him on the back so hard his spine almost snapped. Miranda Lawson kissed him on the cheek and complimented his new living conditions. Jack, Samara, Kasumi and Jacob followed suit. One by one, until the gang had all assembled, and the party could begin.

It was hard for Evil Shepard to suppress his revulsion at the sight of everyone in the room. The aliens were little more than animals with pretensions, no matter how many technological advances they had arrived at. But the humans.....they were worse, far worse. The aliens could not help being the trash they were. The humans Shepard fraternized with were race-traitors and hypocrites who had placed alien lives over the needs of humanity. He struggled to keep himself from pulling out his pistol and opening fire, but he knew that some like Zaeed and Wrex brought their guns with them everywhere, and the odds were not in his favor.

Just then, the annoying little drone they called Glyph zoomed up next to him and asked what kind of music he wanted for the party's theme. If Evil John had to be in the same room as these people, he thought, he could at least spare himself the torture of having to listen to their voices."Loud and catchy, Glyph. Let's break a few building codes!"

As the music boomed, some of the guests left to start dancing, while others headed to the bar, while still others gathered in small groups around the luxurious two-floor apartment to chat about how they were holding up against the Reaper invasion. The women had certainly dressed for the occasion, Evil Shepard mused, running his eyes over their frames. Plunging necklines were a feature Miranda, Ashley, Kasumi and Traynor were all proudly sporting on their respective outfits. Jack's outfit was a pair of tight shorts and a black bikini bra over a hollow jacket, the kind of trashy gear you'd expect to see at a strip club for bikers. But from what the clone Shepard knew of Jack, that was probably how she dressed on a regular basis. Tali didn't have the opportunity to dress up much, but she was making up for it by tearing up the dance floor. Right next to her, Jack lay gyrating her hips in the crudest manner imaginable on the pool table. At least they were having fun.

On the other hand, Evil Shepard almost felt pity at the sight of Liara, still in her boring old scientist's uniform. It was obvious the young asari maiden hadn't been to many parties. The other asari in the room, Samara, was clad from head to toe in her justicar's armor, but she'd spiced things up a bit by wearing her other armor, a skintight black piece that accentuated every curve. And she was a justicar! An avowed celibate who hadn't had sex in over 500 years. It was downright embarrassing that Samara was doing a better job of looking sexy than Liara was.

Then again, the clone thought, it wasn't like Liara couldn't pull off sexy in that scientist's outfit.....the cumbersome outfit blanketed much of her body, but the fantastic breasts Liara had inherited from her mother were well-represented in the suit's outline. Evil John wondered if Liara's ability to still look a little sexy in an unflattering outfit was her own attractiveness at work, or the product of the fabled asari sex appeal. Theories abounded as to why the other races of the galaxy all uniformly found asari sexually arousing. One leading school of thought suggested that the asari possessed a bio-magnetic aura that affected the brain chemistry of those around them, stirring their libidos at the sight of their warm, blue flesh. Whores who trapped good human men with their wiles.

As he wandered from conversation to conversation, the evil Shepard kept one eye fixed on Liara, who was talking to EDI and Traynor in the kitchen. Every time they made eye contact, he smiled, and she blushed furiously. It was then that the clone recalled the extensive files that Cerberus had kept on Shepard's crew, which included psychological evaluations. Liara T'Soni had nursed a raging crush on John Shepard ever since the mesmerizing human soldier had rescued her from a rampaging krogan, but her desire had largely gone unrequited. Whenever Shepard was depressed, Liara would show up in his cabin and give him pep talks to boost his morale. And every time she did so, she hoped Shepard would start to see her as more than just a friend. Take a hint, the clone thought. It was amusing to see how head-over-heels the beautiful young asari was for the man he was impersonating.

The thought stirred dark ideas in the clone Shepard's brain. Perhaps......why not take advantage of that infatuation, just for one night? Liara's shy glances were certainly stirring his own libido, but it wasn't ---- it wasn't ---- like the weak men who couldn't keep themselves from breeding with these whores, the clone argued to himself. He could treat a whore the way a whore should be treated. He smiled at Liara again, his mind swimming with thoughts of how she would cherish any amount of degradation if it meant some attention from Shepard, and she bit her lip and stared at the bottom of her wine glass.

Would it work? the clone wondered. Liara was desperate for Shepard's attentions, but she wasn't stupid; what if she said no to his advances, and as a result began to suspect something was wrong? These worries ran through his head for a while before he dismissed them and reassured himself. He was Commander Shepard, now. The legend who'd become the face of the battle against the Reapers. There wasn't a woman on the Citadel who wouldn't spread her legs at the mere mention of his name.

He ducked out of sight and furiously rubbed his eyes for a few seconds, making sure they were as red as possible before emerging out into the open again. He waited until Liara stole a glance at him and then looked right into her eyes from across the room, making sure she saw his red face. As her smile faded and gave way to concern, he quickly looked away. The trap had been set. Now he just had to see if she would take the bait.

While everyone else was wrapped up in their own conversations, Evil Shepard quietly walked away from the party and up to the first floor, where he waited on the balcony of a secluded bedroom. He did not have to wait too long before he could hear the sound of the bedroom's door closing behind him, and footprints approaching him.

"Shepard?" Liara said, the worry evident in her voice.

The clone of John Shepard struggled to suppress a grin as Liara continued to play into his trap. After arranging his face into an appropriately depressed look, he turned around and looked at the beautiful asari.

"Liara --- I thought you were downstairs at the party."

"I saw the look on your face before you left. Are you alright?" Liara asked.

A few more minutes of this and I'll be fucking fantastic, alien slut. The clone held that thought to himself, before giving Liara the best puppy dog eyes he could manage. "I was just.......thinking of the people who couldn't be here. Kaidan. Mordin. Thane. Legion."

Liara clasped his hand within her palms. They were now mere inches away from each other. "They died like heroes, Shepard." she said. "You have nothing to feel guilty about."

Evil John sighed. "Thanks, Liara." he whispered.

In the silence that followed, Liara suddenly realized she was alone in a secluded room with the man she'd wanted for so long, and how close her face was to Shepard's. She felt like a giddy schoolgirl as the Commander's eyes bored into hers. "You know, Liara", Shepard continued. "There was.....one other thing on my mind."

"What's that?" she asked.

'"I almost died today, Liara. Everything I've ever done, it could have ended in seconds back there on the Normandy."

"Don't say that." she said, quietly. "You survived. Like you always do."

It took everything the clone could muster to not burst into maniacal laughter when he heard Liara's last sentence. Steadying himself, he continued. "But it's true. I did almost die. And what scared me the most wasn't the thought of it all ending......it was the thought of it ending with me leaving unfinished business behind."

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"I find myself wishing I could make a connection with someone.......something that could give me comfort in my darkest hour." the clone Shepard said. Their lips were inches away from each other's at this point. "And I think that someone's been in front of me for a long time."

"She has?" Liara breathed, her mind consumed by longing. Evil Shepard's mind was consumed by disbelief. He'd fed her corny lines out of trashy romcoms, and she was eating out of his hand now. Who in their right mind would give this idiot a Ph.D?

"She has." He replied, placing his hands on the sides of Liara's head and moving in for a kiss. Liara returned the kiss with complete abandon, moaning softly as three years' worth of repressed desire was exploding from within her. The evil Shepard, for his part, tolerated Liara's passionate kiss and returned it in kind, but he wasn't here for romance, as much as he might have led her to believe that. He just wanted to see what was so damn special about asari cunt that everyone wanted some.

As their tongues danced, Shepard slowly slipped off Liara's white-and-blue coat, discarding it on the floor. He removed one hand from Liara's face and slipped it underneath her lacy black bra, moving upwards until he had cupped the large orb in his hand. As he fondled her breast with his strong fingers, Liara gasped and abandoned the kiss. "Shepard --- wait--"

"What is it?" the clone asked, fuming in his head.

"Nothing. It's just ---- this is a lot to take in. I never knew you felt like this about me...."

"I can stop if you want." he said, knowing fully well she would rather die before letting this stop.

Liara's hesitation vanished, as she continued kissing the man she thought was Shepard. The clone reached behind the asari's back and unhooked her bra, freeing her perfect breasts for his viewing pleasure. The asari were famed for their ageless beauty, and Liara's tits were proof of that quality: round, perky and succulent, there was not the slightest trace of sag.

Evil Shepard pulled Liara off the balcony and into the empty bedroom, where he tossed her on the bed and roughly yanked off her pants. Naked before him, Liara giggled at the clone's enthusiasm. He took a moment to admire her nude form, carelessly running a hand along her glistening azure body. He leaned over her and used his tongue to trace circles around her rock hard nipples, eliciting moans of ecstasy from her. He licked and sucked her nipples for a while, enjoying how her body shook uncontrollably every time his flesh made contact with hers. Slowly, he began heading downwards, tracing his tongue down her abdomen and past her belly button. Her breathing grew heavier as he came closer and closer to her womanhood. Arriving at the sweet spot, he began lashing her clitoris with his tongue, knocking it left and right, up and down. She clamped her hands across her mouth to muffle her cries of pleasure. The evil Shepard gradually went even lower, slipping his tongue into the alien beauty's quivering cunt.

Liara arched her back and shrieked with pleasure as the clone Shepard's tongue explored her moist opening. "OH........GODDESS......SHEPARD, YESSS!" she screamed. Thankfully, the explosive music downstairs drowned out her voice, ensuring the two would not be discovered in the middle of their carnal encounter. Liara's lithe, slender legs wrapped around the evil Shepard's head, holding him in position as an orgasm wracked her being. Her juices gushed out of her womanhood, quickly lapped up by the clone. He pried her legs away from his head and used his tongue to spread her juices around and inside her cunt, getting her warm, wet and ready for what would come next.

The taste of her honey-like juices in his mouth suddenly grew overpowering, and evil John found himself getting lightheaded. His heart beat faster and he felt like he had the stamina of a racehorse; his head grew light as it seemed like all the blood in his body was rushing to his groin. Asari juices apparently had a powerful aphrodisiac effect once ingested. When Evil Shepard's head cleared, he was sporting a raging erection bigger than any erection he'd ever had before. He laid back on the bed and unzipped his pants, releasing a throbbing 13-inch cock that was as thick as his wrist and dripping at the tip. "Your turn", the clone grinned at Liara.

The asari maiden was taken aback when she first saw the size of the organ in front of her. She'd spent three years fantasizing about what would happen if Shepard ever shared his bed with her, but she had never thought the commander would be so well endowed, not even during all the times when she would masturbate in the shower to her fantasies of Shepard. Nonetheless, she took things in her stride and descended on the thick cock in front of her, enveloping it in her mouth and displaying techniques the clone had never seen before from any human woman. She swiveled her tongue around the cock as she went down on it, caressing the tip every time she came up for air, while simultaneously cradling his balls with one hand, stroking his undersack as she tried to make him reach his limit. The clone's newfound stamina saved him from erupting right then and there, but he was helpless and left incapable of doing anything but groan in pleasure as Liara licked and stroked and kissed his erection, before going lower and swallowing his balls whole. She sucked on his balls as her tongue stroked his sack with an unbearable sense of purpose, and all the while her indigo fingers were wrapped around his throbbing penis and stroking him to the finish line. Liara had never had much experience with blowjobs, but the clone knew that like the rest of her race of whores, she was a natural born cocksucker. He found it scarcely believable that the demure, reserved young scientist who had entered the room was the same person as the insatiable slut gobbling his balls right now. Those three years spent following Shepard around like a love-sick puppy must have helped, the evil Shepard thought.

As he felt himself grow closer to the point of no return, he lifted Liara's head up by the chin and slowly tugged his balls out of her mouth. The asari looked more than a little disappointed that she hadn't brought him to his finish, but the clone Shepard was adamant that he would not blow his load until he'd sampled some asari cunt and felt for himself what the big deal was. He pulled Liara onto her knees and pressed her down on the bed, on her back. He spread her legs and drew closer as he prepared to enter her, missionary-style.

"Tell me how much you want this." the clone of Commander Shepard whispered, his hot breath tingling her skin where it touched.

"More than anything", she whispered back, her voice shaking with excitement. "I've wanted this since the day we met, Shepard. I've wanted you to myself for years and years and now I finally have you." She spread her legs wider. "Take me!"

Without any further ceremony, the clone Shepard plunged into Liara's dripping cunt, all 13 inches stretching her wide open. They cried out in unison; Liara because nothing had ever filled her so deep, the clone because he finally understood why the asari were such popular sexual partners all over the galaxy. Liara's insides were like folds of living velvet, impossibly soft, caressing his turgid shaft with such tantalizing precision that the evil Shepard was stunned he hadn't exploded inside her ten times already. The flesh inside her vagina seemed to undulate and stroke every inch of his organ, as her juices increased the sensitivity of his cock to a whole new level. It's evolution, the clone thought to himself. They're built to be perfect sluts.

He increased the pace and ferocity of his fucking, his hips banging against hers as his balls clapped against her bottom. With each forceful thrust he exulted in his conquest over the asari moaning underneath him. Her people were always flaunting their advancements and political supremacy over the "lesser" races, humans included. Not so high-and-mighty now, are you, bitch? Liara for her part was too far gone already --- the frenzied fucking had driven her out of her mind with lust; her eyes rolling back as she existed in a state of near-constant orgasms. Just then, Shepard gave his most forceful thrust yet, and his cock slipped past her cervix and into her womb. Liara's asari physiology automatically kicked in, as strange microscopic tendrils inside her womb extended themselves to the tip of the clone Shepard's cock, pumping more aphrodisiacs into his fleshy member, tightening and squeezing around his cockhead as her body sought to coax his seed out of him. The incredible experience had begun to push Evil Shepard over the edge, and Liara could feel his release impending.

"Do it, Shepard", she whispered. "Make me yours!"

The evil clone roared as his throbbing cock began firing thick volleys of seed into her womb, creating Liara's last and most intense orgasm of the night. Her body clutched his member tightly as she convulsed with pleasure, prolonging his own orgasm. For a whole minute, he pumped his seed into his alien slut, and when he was finally spent, he withdrew his member. It made a sticky popping sound as it came free, and a small stream of cum leaked out of her cunt.

"Might wanna clean that up.", he said.

Liara looked at him, her eyes glazed over with lust, happiness and a strange kind of worshipfulness. "That was everything I ever hoped it would be, and more........I'm so glad we decided to start this relationship, Shepard."

The sadistic part of the evil Shepard considered telling Liara that she'd just been fucked by Shepard's murderer, just to watch her reaction, but instead the clone just faked a smile. "So am I, Liara. But listen, let's keep this under wraps until we get back to the Normandy. This party's for everyone who served on the ship, I don't want to draw attention away to just the two of us."

Liara blinked and slowly nodded. "Oh. Yes, you're right. We shouldn't take the spotlight away from what's important." She slipped him a sly smile as she pulled her clothes back on. "Besides, my quarters onboard the Normandy are very comfortable......."

Evil Shepard winked at her before exiting the room. "I look forward to visiting." He didn't mention that he was planning to have her and everyone else murdered for real this time before the Normandy left the Citadel. Probably would have killed the mood.

He got back to the party and was relieved to find that no one had noticed he and Liara had gone missing; each group of people involved in their own conversation had assumed the two of them were with another group on the other side of the large apartment. 5 minutes after he got back, Liara descended the stairs and returned to the party as well. He caught her eye and she flashed him a quick smile, before looking away and studiously focusing on something else in the distance.

This hadn't started out as an ideal scenario, but he'd made the most of it, and that had emboldened the clone Shepard to try testing his luck again. After all, the night was young, and, as he gazed at the bevy of human and non-human beauties in his new home, there was plenty of time to sample the local cuisine.....

But first he had to decide which one he'd go after next. Who would be the next woman to drop her panties for the galaxy's greatest hero?
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