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Mass Effect. Erotic journey	By : Kirill_Blackjackoff Category: -Misc Video Games/RPGs > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 253 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Characters: John Shepard, Ashley Williams
Location: S.S.V. Normandy

“Hey, Skipper. Care for a drink? Special occasion.”
Shepard lifted his eyes from the weapons requisition list he’d been preparing for the ship’s quartermaster. His gaze was tired, but it sharpened when he saw Ashley Williams standing beside him. Alliance Sergeant. Combat-tested. His squadmate. And, not for nothing, a damn gorgeous twenty-five-year-old woman.
She stood holding two tall glasses filled with a rich brown liquid, one in each hand. Automatically, Shepard reached out and took one. Rum, by the smell of it.
“And what’s the occasion?” he asked, brows raised.
“It’s Armistice Day. End of the First Contact War. My family’s always celebrated it. Since I’m the only Williams aboard, figured I’d ask you.”
Shepard let out a low grunt of amusement.
“Not exactly the most patriotic guy on the ship.”
Ashley smiled.
“Maybe not. Maybe I just want to drink with you. That occur to you?”
The last time Shepard drank with a woman, she nearly blacked out from back-to-back orgasms. His lips curled into a faint smirk. The memory of his wild session with Emily Wong was still fresh — too fresh, really, for his mind not to drift back to it. And it had only been four days since then. In that time, the Normandy had jumped halfway across the galaxy.
Now they were closing in on Feros — a colony gone dark, with geth activity reported planetside. And where the geth go, Saren usually isn’t far behind. Shepard had to check it out.
With roughly three hours until orbital insertion, he’d planned to immerse himself in prep: finalize the weapons list, check ammo and grenades, order a few new suit mods for the ground team. But when a pretty young woman walks up with a drink and that playful look — duty tends to step aside.
“Don’t tell me you haven’t heard about my family. Command always digs that up. Isn’t it in my file?”
Ashley perched on the edge of the weapons table, took a sip from her glass, and licked her lips slowly, clearly savoring the taste of the rum.
Her lips...
If Shepard was being honest, that’s where his eyes always landed when he looked at her. Full, plump, inviting. Lips made for sin. And whenever he caught himself staring, he had to wrench his thoughts away from the image of those lips wrapped around his cock.
Right now, those thoughts surged again — and his pants suddenly felt way too tight.
He didn’t bother hiding it. Why should he? And when Ashley’s gaze dropped to the bulge straining in his uniform, Shepard didn’t flinch.
Her reaction, however, wasn’t what he expected.
“Soldiers get you hot, Skipper?” Ashley teased, catching him completely off guard. He’d expected embarrassment, or at least a hasty retreat. Instead, she just looked amused. Whether that was the rum talking or not was anyone’s guess.
In any case, Shepard wasn’t about to let her take the lead.
“It’s not the soldier talk, Williams. It’s your mouth. Doesn’t matter what comes out of it.”
Her eyes widened — she clearly hadn’t expected that level of honesty from him. But there was no offense in her expression. Just a swig of rum... and a giggle. Yep. Rum had definitely hit.
“That sounds like a breach of protocol, Captain. Don’t you think?”
“She’s right,” Shepard thought, with a mental shrug. Non-fraternization between Alliance personnel was a regulation, after all. Even a commander’s authority had limits.
“Why don’t you tell that to protocol.”
Shepard reached out and grabbed Ashley’s free hand — firmly — and guided it to the bulge in his pants. Crude. Direct. No apologies.
Ashley only laughed.
“Captain, come on. We’re in the cargo bay. People are everywhere.”
True enough. Wrex stood less than twenty meters away, though his back was turned. And the quartermaster had a pair of assistants hovering near the supply terminal.
But Shepard hadn’t exactly expected to go all the way. He just wanted that cocky little smirk off her face.
“What’s the matter? Getting shy on me, Williams? Like a little schoolgirl?”
“You’re not gonna rattle me, Captain” she replied, finishing the last of her rum in one swallow. Shepard set his own glass down untouched.
“Rattle you? That’s not my goal. You just happen to be responsible for... this.”
A simple flick of the wrist undid his zipper.
His pants slid down to his knees.
From inside his briefs, half-hard and already impressive, his cock sprang forward.
Ashley’s expression changed in an instant. Alcohol or not, the moment hit hard.
“Shepard!” she hissed, voice low but sharp, clearly worried Wrex or the others might glance over.
“You caused this” Shepard repeated, placing her hand — now withdrawn — back on his cock. “So you deal with it.”
“Right here?!” Ashley hissed through clenched teeth. “I don’t know what you think I am, Captain, but I’m not doing this.”
“Of course not” Shepard replied — and then grabbed her other wrist, pulling her behind a nearby crate nearly the height of a man. Enough to shield them from sight.
“So, what now?” Ashley asked, tone demanding. “You really think you can make me suck you off?”
“Don’t you want to?” Shepard knew it was madness. Risky. Idiotic. Probably a mistake. But retreat wasn’t in his nature. And instead of backing off, he just smirked, watching the anger burn in her eyes.
He had a thousand reasons not to do this. But only one reason to continue:
Her hand was stroking his cock.
Slowly. Unconsciously.
And once his member — already huge half-erect — hardened fully under her touch, Ashley seemed to realize what she was doing.
“Holy shit...” her gaze dropped.
“What the hell is this thing?” she murmured, wide-eyed, fingers still trailing up and down the thick shaft. She wasn’t being shy now. Her grip adjusted, trying to wrap around him properly.
“See what you’ve done?” Shepard groaned, breathing heavy. “Is that any way to treat your superior officer?”
Ashley finally tore her eyes away, looked up into his face.
But instead of fury or guilt, what Shepard saw mirrored the same heat he’d seen in Emily Wong’s eyes days ago — that exact same fire.
And that meant the wall was down.
Protocol, duty, dignity — they were all gone.
She dropped to her knees in one swift motion, placed the empty rum glass aside, then looked up at him — eyes defiant, lips mischievous — and slowly wrapped those luscious lips around his cock.
“Fuck...” the word tore from Shepard.
He’d expected it to be good. He hadn’t expected this.
Ashley dove in like she was starving for it.
That wall — whatever it had been — once gone, had taken all restraint with it. She wasn’t going to waste a second. Her mouth worked fast, gliding up and down the shaft, her spit coating him, glistening under the dim light.
Saliva dripped onto his balls, which she fondled with both hands, squeezing and massaging as her mouth took more and more of him. Soon her throat was clenching around the swollen head, but she didn’t slow — she kept taking him deeper.
Until she couldn’t breathe.
She pulled back with a wet gasp, looking up at him, eyes glassy with tears, a trail of drool stretching from her lower lip to the tip of his cock. Her shoulders rose and fell in heavy gasps.
“I want to see you” Shepard murmured. His hand reached for the zipper of her uniform.
She slapped his hand away — then, with a smirk, began unbuttoning her shirt herself.
The bra hit the floor seconds later.
Her breasts were stunning — round, firm, topped with dark brown nipples that practically begged for tongue.
Shepard started to reach for her, but she lunged forward instead, taking his cock back into her mouth — deeper this time. Deeper than anyone had ever gone.
Over eight inches vanished between her lips.
Shepard leaned back against the crate, shut his eyes, and moaned:
“Fuck yes, baby...”
Ashley didn’t stop. She pulled back for a breath — then shoved him deep again.
A deep, guttural gag echoed from her throat — followed immediately by a voice, dangerously close:
“Sergeant Williams? You there?”
No way that voice would peek around the crate. Probably.
But Ashley jerked back from his cock, scrambling for her clothes. Shepard reached for her, but she shoved him away.
“One sec!” she called, tugging her shirt on fast.
“That’s it?” Shepard stood there behind the crate, pants at his knees, cock raging hard. He looked absurd and knew it — but couldn’t accept that the moment might actually be over.
It was.
Ashley pressed a finger — those same lips just seconds ago had been wrapped around him — against her mouth.
Then fixed her hair and stepped out.
“Yes, Private?”
“Sergeant, the ammo upgrade list came in. Some of the supplies won’t make it in time, so...”
“I’ll rewrite the list. Thanks, Private.”
Footsteps faded. Ashley returned.
But Shepard could tell the second he saw her face — that was it.
“You see what I meant?” she hissed, jabbing a fist into his chest.
“We just need a better spot” Shepard said, awkwardly stuffing his still-erect cock into his pants. “My quarters, maybe...?”
“No, Shepard.”
She crossed her arms, then noticed the bra still lying on the floor, snatched it up, and added:
“You don’t get to summon me for a quick fuck like I’m some asari hooker. You want casual sex? Go ask T’Soni. She’s had her eye on you for days.”
And with that, Ashley walked off, leaving Shepard to stew.
But his thoughts weren’t nearly as interesting as the ones now percolating in the head of a certain krogan.
Wrex, watching from the far end of the cargo bay, had caught the entire show. He saw Ashley slide the bra into her pocket, saw Shepard emerge flushed and frustrated.
“So... Williams” Wrex rumbled to himself, a grin spreading across his lips. “You’re not into aliens, huh? Let’s see if you can say no to a real cock.”

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