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"Bloody capacitors, always blowing out at the worst possible times," Kenneth Donnelly muttered to himself, as he worked a wrench carefully inside a power junction. With the cooling systems in the lower decks down for maintenance on top of things, he was sweating like a damned pig as he strained to access the malfunctioning equipment.

As he worked, he thought about all the recent excitement on the Normandy. On the one hand, it was nice to have Samara and her impressive endowments back on the ship. But then there was the... other thing. Ken considered himself an open-minded kind of guy, but he drew the line at ladies with a baw bag.

Although... an image came to mind of Gabby getting to know Samara and her new endowments, and despite the strangeness of it all, Ken's mind lingered on it for quite a while. It was around the time Liara joined the party in his imagination, that Ken felt something press down on his shoulder. Crying out in surprise, he nearly jammed his hand into a power conduit before recovering his composure.

"Oh!" said the woman's voice behind him. "I'm sorry. Didn't mean to scare you."

Turning around, Ken saw who had come up behind him and gave her a confused look. "S'alright, love. Didn't hear you coming is all. Only... you sure you're in the right place? Can't say I've seen you in this area of the ship much."

Oriana Lawson shifted nervously. "No, I... I suppose you wouldn't have. I'm sorry for disturbing you, but I was... looking for Jack."

"That crazy bird?" Ken said. "Trust me, love, you don't want to be messing with that. Shepard may say she's mellowed out some, but I still wouldn't want to be caught in the same room with her if she were in a foul mood. And considering all the bad blood between her and your sister, I can't imagine that you in particular would catch her in anything but a foul mood."

"Regardless, I need to talk to her," Oriana insisted. "I thought she usually spent her time on the Normandy down here, but I guess maybe I missed her?"

Ken laughed. "Oh, right. Nah, she doesn't bunk down here anymore, praise baby Jesus. She ended up taking over the starboard cargo bay. Since we're not currently ferrying any crazy old mercs or reporters with back problems in there anymore. If you're really serious about braving an encounter with her, you can probably find her there."

"Ah, okay," Oriana said. "Thanks for the information."

"Seriously, love," Ken said. "If she starts glowing with that creepy biotic stuff or tries anything else, you just give a yell." He silently added in his mind, So I can get as far away from the general area as possible and go find Shepard to deal with it.

Oriana gave him a friendly smile. "Trust me, Ken. I can handle myself," she said, before turning to walk away.

Ken shook his head as he watched her leave. "Just like her sister. Always ready to stick her hand in the hornet's nest." Turning back to his work, he returned to his bizarrely compelling fantasy of watching Gabby play with two giant blue dobbers.

* * *

On the bed, he pounded into her from behind. But it wasn't Senator Marx and his favorite constituent. It was Shepard, hands locked tightly around Ashley's waist as he buried himself deep inside of her.

"Fuck me, Shepard," Ashley moaned and panted as Shepard's cock filled her. "Fuck me like a dirty whore. I want to feel you cum inside my filthy cunt."

The dirty talk prodded Shepard on, made him pound into Ashley until the sound of his flesh slapping hard against hers echoed across the filthy hotel room. After a few seconds more of energetic fucking, the sound of someone clearing their throat.

"Can't believe you two started without me," Liara said, striding up naked to the two humans, her hard cock standing up straight in front of her. Ashley's eyes locked on the massive organ, licking her lips hungrily as it moved closer.

"Suck it, whore," Liara coldly ordered, dangling her cock in front of Ashley's face.

A loud slapping sound, as Shepard's palm met Ashley's backside with painful force. "You heard her," Shepard said. "Suck it."

Ashley didn't need to be told again, as she opened her mouth as wide as she could to accommodate the thick blue cock. Just as her tongue started to tease the head of Liara's prick...

"Gah!" Liara cried out, snapping awake in an instant. After taking a moment to regain her bearings, she cursed to herself. Down between her legs, that maddening piece of meat continued mocking her, fully erect and begging to be pleasured.

There's an easy solution to this, you know, a voice in her head told her. Don't pretend you aren't fully aware of how to deal with a hard cock, after all. Just because it's on your own body and not on...

"Yes, I know," Liara muttered to herself. But deep down, she didn't want to resort to... that. It was bad enough that the strange Prothean device had grown this cock on her. She was nervous about what might happen if she actually stimulated it into climax. The device had completely rewritten her reproductive system, after all. Who could possibly guess what would happen to her body if she indulged herself in the heated fantasies playing out in her head?

"I just need to distract myself," Liara said. Standing up from the bed, she walked over once again to her desk. She briefly considered browsing through some more reports from her agents, but after what had happened the last time, she decided it wasn't worth the risk.

After a few seconds of indecision, she finally decided upon the most boring possible method of distraction: looking at the surveillance cameras set up throughout the Normandy. Compared to the days of the Reapers, the day-to-day activities on this ship these days were hardly the stuff of legend. It was just the sort of thing that might bore her into a deep sleep, one hopefully untroubled by the lurid fantasies currently plaguing her subconscious.

Accessing the security system, Liara browsed through the cameras. On deck 2, she saw Joker in his pilot's seat. It warmed her heart to see one of her oldest friends and comrades from the days of the war still at the helm. He had been quite shaken back when it had all ended, and Liara could still remember the way he had sadly stared at the limp, motionless AIU that had once contained the woman he loved. But if Joker was still grieving, he didn't let it show these days, and he still seemed his usual sarcastic self as he steered the ship to its next destination.

Next camera, the CIC. Shepard was on the elevated platform, keeping tabs on their progress towards their destination. Seeing him there, still so powerful and in command even after all the losses they had been through, made Liara feel so... so...

Between her legs, she felt her cock start to throb again, and decided to choose another camera. The rear section of deck 2, the area that had housed the War Room during the hostilities, had been converted into a work area for Miss Lawson. Here, she was in near-constant communication with the Alliance brass, helping to coordinate the rebuilding efforts on Earth and other human colonies. Normally, her sister Oriana would be right by her side to assist, but at the moment Miranda seemed to be working alone.

Another camera, down to Deck 3. Several off-duty crew members chatted in the mess hall. On the next camera, Ash coordinated with the ensigns in the forward battery, no doubt making sure the ship's weapons were calibrated and ready in case her theory about batarian pirates was correct.

Looking at this camera just made Liara think about Garrus, and she made a mental note to send him a message... after all of this was over. As much as she would like to talk to him now, she worried that he wouldn't be able to resist the urge to try and joke about Liara and Samara's bizarre conditions. And right about now, the last thing Liara wanted to hear was jokes.

The next camera showed her the Life Support area, with no one currently occupying it. At the end of the room, resting innocently on a table, the Prothean orb hummed and pulsed with energy. "What was it for?" Liara muttered to herself, as if hoping the Protheans would be able to shout forward through the millennia to inform her. "What possible purpose could... this serve?"

The med-bay, the crew barracks, the port observation bay... as Liara predicted, all dreadfully dull. But when she switched to the starboard observation bay, she saw something she wasn't entirely expecting.

Samara was sitting cross-legged on the floor, looking like she was trying to meditate. And down between her legs, her cock had been pulled out of her pants and hung brazenly out in the open. Liara wanted to avert her eyes, but she couldn't help but stare at her fellow mutated asari's strange endowments.

It looked slightly shorter than Liara's: maybe 12 or 13 inches fully erect instead of the 15 that Liara had estimated her own as, but even from the low-res video image Liara could tell that Samara's was quite a bit thicker. Her finger hovered over the "Next" button on her terminal, but she found herself unable to tear her eyes away from the large, throbbing, mouth-watering...

As Liara watched, Samara's eyes suddenly snapped open, and she rose up to her feet with an annoyed expression. For a moment, Liara panicked, believing that Samara had somehow detected her spying. But Samara didn't look at the camera for a second, and instead gingerly tucked away her cock before turning around and leaving the observation deck.

The sudden shock of Samara's movement finally snapped Liara out of her trance, and she quickly pressed the button to move to the next camera.

Now she was on Deck 4, browsing through the engineering room cameras. Ken cursing and trying his best to repair something. Gabby monitoring engine output readings from her terminal. Just like most of the rest of the ship – except for that one somewhat large exception – exceedingly dull.

And then she switched to the camera in the starboard cargo bay, and things got decidedly less dull.

* * *

Languishing on her cot, her hands curled up behind her head, Jack glanced up as the door to the cargo bay slid open, and Oriana entered. "Hell you want?" she asked, giving the younger Lawson a dismissive sneer.

Clearing her throat, Oriana spoke up. "Outside the conference room before... you bumped into me when you left."

"Yeah, so what?" Jack said with a shrug. "Aw, did I bruise your genetically perfect skin? You want me to apologize for how mean I was?"

Oriana frowned. "I had a bracelet on. A gold bracelet with emeralds. It was a gift from my sister, and after you bumped into me, I noticed it was gone."

Jack let out an exasperated sigh. "Seriously? Not enough your big sis is giving me shit every second I'm on this ship. Now you're gonna come in here and accuse me of some stupid bullshit like this?"

"It was there just a minute before," Oriana said, standing firm. "I remember having it on when I was in the conference room. It had to have been you."

"Look, I don't know where your stupid bracelet is, okay?" Jack said. "Now leave me the hell alone. It's late, and..." Jack yawned, pulling her hands from behind her head as she stretched out her arms, "I'm feeling like a nice nap."

Oriana's eyes locked on Jack's wrist, and the gleaming gold jewelry dangling from it. "That's it!" Oriana exclaimed. "That's my bracelet!"

"What, this?" Jack asked, faux innocence in her voice as she fingered the dangling gold bracelet. "Nah, this here is mine. I've always loved shiny crap like this. Wow, weird how it looks just like that one your sister gave you."

"Give it back, now," Oriana said, moving in the direction of the cot. Jack, seeing her coming, rose up to her feet menacingly, but Oriana didn't pause for a second. "Give it back, or I swear I'll... I'll..."

"You'll what?" Jack said defiantly. "What's a scrawny little runt like you gonna threaten me with, huh?"

Oriana suddenly charged forward, pushing Jack's back against the wall and pinning her there with her own body. Leaning forward, Oriana moved in to whisper into Jack's ear.

"Or I'll throw you down on that cot, strip every last stitch of clothing off you, and fuck you so damn good you'll be begging me to take it back," Oriana hissed, as her angry expression turned into a devilish smile.

Jack stared Oriana deep in the eye and smirked back at her. "Big talk," she said suggestively. "How about you put your money where your mouth is."

Oriana's hand grabbed the back of Jack's neck, and their lips met in a violent, hungry kiss.

* * *

"Holy shit!" Liara cried out, watching as Jack and Oriana frantically began to strip off each other's clothes. Underneath the desk, a drop of pre-cum leaked out of the tip of her cock and splashed down against the deck.

* * *

"Fuck, you don't know how much it's been killing me to wait," Oriana said, as Jack yanked her dress up over her head and hurled it into the corner. "If you could have seen how fucking wet I got when I came out of the conference room and saw you standing there..."

"Shit, babe, why the fuck do you think I stole the bracelet?" Jack said, extending her arms to allow Oriana to remove her jacket. "Figured it'd give you a good excuse to come down here and confront me about my terrible, wicked sins. And give us a chance to commit a few more on each other while you're here."

Oriana laughed, as she reached behind her back to unhook her bra and let it drop down to the floor. "You're a devious little cunt, aren't you?" she said with a grin, grabbing onto Jack's belt and rapidly working it open.

"Takes one to know one, babe," Jack said, yanking down on the white fabric criss-crossing her upper torso and baring her tits. "Hell of an act you put on up there." Raising the pitch of her voice, Jack spoke in an exaggerated version of Oriana's accent. "'Oh, no, big sis! Protect me from the mean tattoo lady!'" Dropping the accent, Jack cackled. "Gosh, if only Miranda knew that her precious, innocent baby sister has had her tongue jammed all the way up my ass on more than one occasion, maybe she'd..."

"Hey, Jack?" Oriana said, as she stood up from sliding Jack's pants down to her ankles. Leaning an elbow into Jack's chest, Oriana pushed her back against the wall. "Please stop talking about my sister while I'm fucking you."

"Message receeeiiiiiooooh..." Jack moaned as Oriana's fingers pushed into the damp crotch of her panties. "Thought you were gonna throw me on the bed and do this."

Pressing and stroking her fingers into the moist fabric and teasing at Jack's pussy underneath, Oriana gave her lover a crooked grin. "Plans change. And from the looks of things, seems like you've been waiting for this as much as I have."

"Oh, shit," Jack said, making no attempt to hide her desire as Oriana slid the crotch of Jack's panties aside and began expertly playing with Jack's bare snatch. "Where'd a good girl like you ever learn to do such nasty things, huh?"

As she worked her thumb against Jack's clit, Oriana smirked wickedly. "College, of course. Still remember the one time I got a low mark in a History class. Fed Randa a story about some boy in the class distracting me, but the real truth was that I was too busy fucking my roommate to study for the mid-term." Leaning down, Oriana stuck out her tongue to play with the piercing dangling from Jack's nipple. "She ended up meeting some guy and calling things off a few weeks later, but I'll never forget the way she squealed whenever I did this," Oriana said, before taking the piercing between her teeth and lightly tugging on it.

"Fuuuuucckkkk!" Jack cried out, as her opinions on the benefits of higher education made a radical shift.

Oriana sank down slowly to her knees, grabbing Jack's panties on the way down and teasingly working them down her tattooed legs. Underneath, Jack was dripping wet, and she let out a gasp at the warm, wet feeling of Oriana's tongue against her clit.

"Mmm," Oriana said, pulling away from Jack's crotch to lick her lips. "I missed your taste, Jack. If you only knew how many nights I spent while you were away teaching, playing with myself and thinking about how amazing it would be when I got my tongue inside you again..."

Jack reached down to work her fingers through Oriana's hair. "Well, less talking about it," she said, forcing Oriana's face back between her legs, "And more fucking doing it."

Shit, Jack had never been so glad that the first thing she had done when she'd moved into the cargo bay was plaster over the fucking window. Although part of her would have loved to give the grunts down below one hell of a show.

Funny thing was, even with the window blocked off, Jack had the funniest feeling that they were still being watched...

* * *

The battle was over. And the unbearable tension between her legs had won.

"Oh, Goddess," Liara moaned, as she wantonly stroked at her cock under the desk, watching as Jack and Oriana passionately made love to each other.

No... what they were doing couldn't be described with words so formal and so clean. The two of them were fucking. And Liara was watching it all through half-shut eyes, biting her lip as she worked her hand up and down the pulsing shaft between her legs.

"That's it," Liara quietly encouraged the two women, as Oriana dropped to her knees and began eating out Jack's twat. "Oh, that's it," she whispered, as she reached down with her spare hand to fondle at the giant pair of balls dangling underneath her painfully erect cock. It was funny how naturally it seemed to come. How she seemed to know, almost by instinct, how to play with her newly-grown set of equipment.

And it felt so good. All of her logical reasons for not wanting to experiment with her new cock had gone right out the window the second she had begun stroking herself in earnest. Her fingers worked up and down the entire length of her shaft, and the sensation of it was unlike anything she had ever felt before. Part of her wanted to pump her cock faster, reach her climax as soon as possible. But she forced herself to slow down, trying to keep pace with the two women furiously fucking each other on the screen.

"Yes," Liara moaned, gasping for breath as she watched the two women shift position on the video. "Fuck, yes."

* * *

They did find their way to the bed eventually.

Oriana lay on her back, with Jack laying across her on her stomach, giving her a taste of her own medicine as she stroked the soaking crotch of Oriana's lily-white panties. All while kissing and lightly nibbling on Oriana's neck.

"Fuck yes, Jack," Oriana moaned, any trace of the innocent younger sister long since vanished as she pressed her hips against Jack's teasing fingers. "Fuck me, Jack. Make me cum."

"Listen to that dirty mouth on you," Jack breathed. Grabbing the hem of Oriana's panties, Jack tugged them slightly downward. Taking the hint, Oriana raised her legs up from the bed, allowing Jack to pull her panties up past her ankles and leave Oriana totally naked. Raising the soaking undergarments up to her face, Jack inhaled deeply through her nose. "Make you a deal, babe: I'll trade you the bracelet... for this little souvenir."

"You drive a hard bargain, Jack," Oriana said with a grin. "But I guess it's an offer I can't refuse."

Tucking the panties aside, Jack reached her hand between Oriana's legs, placing two fingers up into her snatch while pressing her thumb to Oriana's clit. "Fucking right you can't," Jack said as she rubbed her thumb around at the apex of Oriana's pussy. "Not when I can do shit like this to you."

"Oh... oh, fuck," Oriana gasped, Jack's expert touch hitting all of her most sensitive spots. "Don't stop, Jack. Please... please don't ever stop."

"You want more, babe?" Jack said, adjusting her hand and inserting a third finger into Oriana's cunt. "How much can you take, huh?"

"All of it," Oriana moaned, mouth hanging open as she played with her tits and watched Jack's hand moving between her legs. "Give me all of it."

Jack looked down at her hand, practically dripping with Oriana's juices. "Hey, you asked for it," Jack said, as she pressed all of her fingers and thumb together, and started working her combined digits into Oriana's twat.

Squeezing her eyes shut, Oriana let out a choked gasp as Jack's hand stretched her wide. She felt Jack pause, and opened her eyes to see her lover looking up at her in mild concern.

"You sure you're up for this?" Jack said. "You want me to stop?"

"Don't..." Oriana gasped. "Don't you fucking dare. I want it inside me, Jack. I want all of you inside me."

Giving Oriana a grin, Jack began pushing her hand into Oriana's pussy again. Soon, she was buried in Oriana up to the wrist, Miranda's gift dangling less than an inch away from Oriana's clenching pussy lips. Looking up at Oriana again and seeing that she was alright, Jack leaned in to work her tongue against Oriana's clit, all while shifting and wiggling her fingers around against Oriana's inner walls.

"So good," Oriana gasped, reaching a hand down to stroke Jack's hair as Jack brought her to the edge of climax. "Fuck, it's so good..."

"You think that's good?" Jack said, pulling away from licking Oriana's clit long enough to give her a wink. "Wait'll you feel this."

Oriana's eyes went wide as saucers, as she felt Jack start to slowly curl the hand inside of her into a fist. By the time Jack had finished, Oriana felt her muscles clench and her body shudder. "I'm cumming," she gasped. "Fuck, I'm cumming..."

* * *

"Fuck," Liara whispered, the pleasurable sensations in her cock reaching their absolute apex. "Yes, yes, yes, yes, Goddess, yes..."

And just then, a second away from her climax, she heard a voice behind her. "Sorry for the wait, Liara. I found some more..."

She let out a gasp, and out of instinct she swiveled her chair around to face the unexpected visitor. Just as she caught a glimpse of Traynor, standing with her arms filled with clothing, Liara felt her cock jerk in her hand, and an unbelievable wave of pleasure filled her entire body.

"FUCK!" Liara cried out, every nerve in her body alive with ecstasy like she'd never experienced in her life. As she watched though eyes hazy with lust, a thick stream of cum shot out of the tip of her throbbing cock, flew through the air, and splattered right into the stunned Specialist Traynor's face.
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