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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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"Where'd you disappear to?"

The clone Shepard turned around and came face to face with Urdnot Wrex, the scarred, battle-hardened old krogan who'd helped the Commander bring down Saren.

"I thought you were downstairs, but couldn't find you. Your buddy Vega tried to drink some ryncol. Never seen anyone puke, scream and cry all at once," Wrex chuckled. "That Zaeed guy, though......came back for seconds and thirds. Got a quint on him, that one."

"Where is everyone, Wrex?" the evil Shepard asked.

"The women are going to that sushi place you blew up for a bite to eat. Tali said something about getting in before it was shut down for repairs," Wrex said. "The men are taking advantage of your pool table. What do you humans find so fascinating about a game where nothing explodes?"

The clone was at a loss for words, but luckily, Samara picked that moment to walk into the room. "Samara, you didn't go to the restaurant?" he asked.

"Alas, but I could not. The Code of the Justicar strictly forbids the consumption of meat ---"

'"Oh, right, forgot about that," the clone interrupted. "Wrex, this is Samara. Samara, Wrex. I'll leave you two old-timers to swap war stories now." he said, darting out of the room before either could respond.

"Kids these days," the krogan grumbled.

"Patience is not a virtue I have observed from them," Samara offered.

Wrex snorted. "They're a good bunch to fight with, but I've met pyjaks with longer attention spans than the crew of the Normandy."

"Where are you from originally, Wrex?"

"Tuchanka born and raised, Justicar....."

With Wrex and Samara wrapped up in their own conversation, the women eating out at the sushi restaurant and the men playing pool, evil Shepard searched for a place to think about his next move. The tryst with Liara had been.....interesting, but he was still in a dangerous situation, surrounded by highly armed people who would likely respond with bullets and biotics if they knew the truth about who he was.

"I need a drink," he muttered.

An anterior room in Anderson's apartment housed a fully stocked bar. Evil Shepard walked in and slid the door shut behind him, before noticing that he wasn't the only one who had felt the need for a drink.....or several.

From his brief time spent at Cerberus HQ, where the scientists had programmed his mind in service of the human-survivalist organization’s cause, the clone had heard many things about Miranda Lawson. Once the Illusive Man’s right-hand, the race-traitor had defected from Cerberus five months before the clone had been activated, subsequently joining secret Alliance intelligence operations when the Reapers invaded. But long after she was gone, she remained the object of much attention at Cerberus. There were standing orders to all personnel, straight from the Illusive Man, that Lawson was to be killed on sight. On the other hand, half of Cerberus still spent their coffee breaks in restroom stalls, jacking off to old vids of Miranda exercising in a tube top.

Miranda simply couldn’t help all the attention that came her way. Henry Lawson had designed his first-born to be genetically perfect, superior to every other human woman in the galaxy. Stronger, faster, smarter……and apparently, sexier as well. The clone took a moment to soak in the sight of Miranda slouched at the front of the bar. Her skintight, alabaster-hued jumpsuit matched and framed her famous body, accentuating every curve of her large breasts and sculpted ass. She raised her head slowly to detect the source of the noise in the bar, sharing a small smile as she recognized the clone’s face.

“Shepard,” she drawled, the alcohol slurring her voice a little. “So nice of you to join me.”

“I thought all the ladies were at that sushi place.”

Miranda shrugged. “The seafood platter is passable, at best, and they don’t serve hard liquor. Right now,” she gave an uncharacteristic giggle, downing the last of her daiquiri. “Hard liquor is exactly what I need.”

“Everything alright?”

“Better than they’ve been in a long time, Shepard. Why do you ask?”

“You’ve never struck me as the hard-drinking type, Miranda,” the clone said, relying on what he remembered from the psych profile Cerberus had put together. “Which makes it strange that you’re trying to empty the contents of my bar solo.”

Miranda sighed, staring into the bottom of her glass, before raising her head to meet his gaze. “It’s been a long, aggravating year, Shepard.”

“Tell me about it,” he said, taking a seat next to her at the bar. If he could obtain information about Miranda’s secret projects with the Alliance, it would make this entire endeavor worthwhile.

“You already know most of it,” she replied. “Running from safehouse to safehouse while thugs like Kai Leng hunted me. Digging up old contacts to procure resources for the Crucible. Monthly meetings with Hackett to discuss Cerberus movements. And of course,” she sighed once again. “Searching the entire galaxy for Oriana. That whole messy business on Horizon…..Shepard, if you hadn’t been there…..”

The clone’s mind reeled at the last revelation. Horizon had been a top-secret Cerberus asset, a testing ground for a new weapon designed to turn the Reaper’s indoctrination abilities back against them. Its loss had been a major blow, but the details of what went down at the Sanctuary base were a secret to anyone outside the Illusive Man’s inner circle. Shepard and Lawson were at Sanctuary?

Evil Shepard steadied himself. “But I was there, Miranda,’” he said.

Miranda looked him in the eye, studying him carefully. “Yes, you were. As usual. Shepard to the rescue!” she proclaimed, reaching out for a nearby bottle of vodka.

The clone pushed the bottle out of her reach, ignoring her minor protests. He couldn’t gather intelligence if she passed out from the drinking. “Isn’t that a good thing?” he asked.

“It is, Shepard, and I appreciate everything you’ve done for Ori and I. It’s just……every time I have a problem like that, I come running to you for help. And you always fix my problems without question, even when the galaxy’s riding on your shoulders. It makes me feel guilty. You have more important things to worry about than my complicated family.”

The clone struggled to pay attention to Miranda’s confession, more interested in how her boobs jiggled within her taut outfit every time she exhaled. “Your presence more than makes up for it, Miranda,” he finally said.

She noticed him gazing at her chest, and arched her eyebrows. “Really, Shepard,” she said, a faint tone of amusement in her voice. “What is it about my presence that you like?”

Evil Shepard was taken aback, hastily looking away from her breasts as he realized she had caught him ogling. “It’s just that you’re….well, easy on the eyes and…..that is to say….”

Miranda gave a drunken giggle at the sight of the galaxy’s greatest hero fumbling to find words about her body. “Why, thank you for noticing, Commander. And your body is quite easy on the eyes as well, from what I remember.”

“From what you remember?”

“I was the head of Project Lazarus, Commander. I oversaw the entire process, watched you get rebuilt from scratch. Every…..ah, inch of you.” She smiled seductively at the clone, an alcoholic shimmer in her eyes.

The clone shuffled in his seat, unsure of how to approach the situation unfolding in front of him. “You have me at a disadvantage, then,” he finally said.

She laughed. “Perhaps we should even the score.”

As the clone watched in amazement, Miranda slowly unzipped the top of her jumpsuit, her smile widening as she watched his eyes track the zipper’s movement downwards. Past her cleavage, past her nipples……before finally settling at her abdomen, freeing her delicious D-cups to the world.

Miranda’s tits were an impossibly arousing sight, firm and gravity-defying, her dark pink nipples hardening visibly as the cold air licked at them. With every breath she took, her breasts jiggled with tantalizing rhythm, inviting men to lose their selves in the sight forever.

The clone Shepard felt a tightness in his trousers as his cock stirred from its slumber. After the incredible experience he’d had fucking Liara’s brains out, he’d thought he was spent for the night. But Miranda’s body put even Liara’s to shame……and the clone wasn’t the only one to notice the attention his body was giving hers.

“Did I do that?” Miranda giggled, eyeing the bulge in Shepard’s pants. “Commander Shepard, the unflappable enemy of evil everywhere, gets an erection from looking at me? Rather flattering, really.”

“Perhaps there’s just a gun in my pants,” he said.

“Perhaps I’ll check,” she challenged.

“Perhaps you should,” he blurted out. Might as well jump in with both feet is this was going to happen.

She met his gaze slowly, taking his measure, before speaking again. “Perhaps I will,” she whispered.

She leaned forward, and the clone could smell the vodka on her breath. In a few seconds, she had unzipped his trousers and freed his throbbing erection from its prison. She grinned at the sight. “Just like I remember.”

As her fingers wrapped around his shaft, she stroked his tip with her thumb, caressing the groove between the bulbous head and the length that supported it. The clone Shepard leaned his head back and closed his eyes, taking in the sensation as Miranda admired the organ she had recreated for him two years ago.

“Well,” she finally said. “We’ve gone this far already. Seems a shame to dial it back down, don’t you think? Your call, hero.”

“You do owe me a favor or two…..”

Miranda gave an expression of fake shock. “Why, Commander, trading favors for sex? I wouldn’t have thought it of you.” She took her hands off his erection, letting it sway in the air between them, before raising her arms to his abdomen and tracing lines across his chest. Leaning forward until her lips were inches away from his ear, she whispered slowly “How do you want me?”

“Up against the wall. On your knees.”

She got to her feet and slowly walked toward the adjoining wall, treating him to the sight of her firm ass swaying from side to side as she sashayed into position. Once down on her knees, with her breasts planted against the brick wall, the clone Shepard kneeled down behind her and cupped her chest from behind. As he squeezed her supple flesh, she moaned with pleasure and gripped the wall tightly. Slowly, the clone slid his hands downwards and away from her breasts, tracing his fingers along her alluring waist until he reached the top of her pants. Gingerly rolling the garment down, he poked a finger underneath her red silk panties. “You came dressed to party, Ms. Lawson.”

“I always aim to impress, Commander,” she replied, craning her neck around to look at him. “Like what you see?”

“Let’s find out,” the clone said, tugging down her panties until they were bunched near the ground, around her knees. Miranda’s ass was now on full display for his viewing pleasure. He squeezed the fleshy cheeks and slapped the left bun lightly, enjoying the sight of it jiggling and reddening at his touch. In response, Miranda jutted her hips downwards a little more, until the evil Shepard now had full and unfettered access to her ass and pussy.

The clone’s head was swimming. Sure, Lawson was a traitor with a huge bounty on head, so he’d probably kill her before she ever left the Citadel. But right now, she was on her knees, presenting her warm, wet holes to him, and he sure as hell wasn’t going to pass that up.

“So, Shepard,” she said, her sultry voice dripping with barely contained lust. “Which hole's first?”

“Let’s mull that question for a while,” he said, sliding his throbbing cock between her cheeks, enjoying the feeling of her ass squeezing his erection.

“Such a propensity for kink, Shepard. Wherever did you learn this from?”

“The galaxy’s a good teacher,” he said, pushing his cock back and forth between her cheeks. “I was a great student.”

“Mm, I’ll bet you were. It makes me wonder how many other women you’ve traded favors with ----- ohhhh, haven’t felt that in a while -----“

Her voice trailed off into a moan as the clone pulled his erection free of her cheeks, before slowly feeding inch and after inch of his thick monster into her waiting asshole.

Miranda groaned. “There’s a good seven inches still out, Commander.”

He complied with her request and continued to enter her from behind, pushing patiently until 12 of his 13 inches were firmly lodged inside her ass. Miranda’s breathing sharpened as she felt her insides gently separate to make way for his organ. “Last man who filled me like this was a krogan,” she said, winking at the evil Shepard. “Don’t ask about that story.”

I won’t, the clone thought, disgusted by the thought of a human woman mating with animals like the krogan. He suppressed his disgust by retracting eight inches from her ass, before violently thrusting them back in again. She yelped at the feeling; most of the pain was mild, thanks to the alcohol, but the pleasure was vivid. Fluids freely ran down her thigh from her aching cunt as the evil Shepard stabbed his throbbing cock inside her again and again, pounding her as hard as he could.

“Ohhh…….oh, SHEPARD! DON’T STOP! FUCK MY ASS! FUCK IT HARDER!” Miranda yelled at the top of her lungs, her façade of composure giving way to screams of pleasure as her lover thrust into her, harder than any krogan, pushing her body back and forth with such force that her breasts were squashed against the brick wall every time the clone plunged back in. She rocked her hips in time with his motion, driving his thrusts up and down, backwards and forwards, taking him to places even Liara couldn’t.

He slowed his thrusts and pushed in until he was 10 inches deep, then pulled a couple of inches out, before shoving back in and continuing this in a jackhammer-like sequence. Miranda gasped every time his swinging balls clapped against her vagina, and keeping one hand gripping the wall, she reached down with the other hand and feverishly rubbed her swollen clit. As his thrusts grew ever more urgent, she pleasured herself over the edge and came forcefully, her entire body shaking as her ass clamped down on his throbbing erection. The sudden tightness around his pounding organ proved too much for the evil Shepard, and Miranda moaned as she felt him pump her ass full of his seed, a warm wetness rapidly spreading in her bowels.

As they slowed down to catch their breath, the clone took hold of the base of his shaft and stirred it around inside Miranda’s ass, scooping up as much of his cum as possible. When he pulled out of her now bright red asshole, his cock glistened with dollops of the fluids he had released into Miranda’s body.

He got back on his feet and walked over to the sofa, and as he sat down his still turgid member caught the light from a nearby lamp, the glistening sperm making it practically shine. Miranda, still sprawled on the ground, looked at the clone Shepard’s cock with sheer awe. He grinned at the lust in her eyes, and realized they weren’t quite done yet.

“Get over here,” he ordered. “It’s not gonna clean itself.”

She dutifully obeyed, crawling on all fours until she was on her knees in front of the sofa. She moved her upper body forward until her breasts were at his crotch, and slipped his cock between them as she began to tittyfuck the man she thought was Commander Shepard. As the shaft of his monster was caressed and excited by her heaving tits, she took the swollen tip into her mouth, sucking and slurping up the cum his glans was drenched in. The clone leaned back and felt his balls churn as she pleasured him, anticipating their second round of fucking.

Footsteps from outside the bar’s door suddenly caught their attention, and they froze in shock as the door slid open. It was a comical sight to behold: Commander Shepard with his pants down and Miranda Lawson’s tits wrapped around his cock, while they both stared at the intruder like a deer in headlights.

The intruder’s eyes widened at the sight, but it took her only a few seconds to recover. She slid the door shut behind her, and walked toward the astonished couple, stripping off her clothes along the way.

“This a private party, or can anyone join in?” Jack grinned.
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