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Laying together on Jack's cot, their bodies dripping with the sweat of their endeavors, the two of them stared into each other's eyes as they gasped for breath.

"Shit," Jack said first. "I could get used to being fucked like that."

"Sounds good to me," Oriana said, tracing a line down the side of Jack's slick, tattooed body with her fingers. "We've still got a few months left until you've got to go back to your school. And I've got plenty of excuses I can find to get away from Randa when I have to." Moving her hand down Jack's arm, Oriana finally reached her wrist and unfastened the bracelet around it. "Ones that don't involve you putting your pickpocketing skills to use."

Jack gave Oriana a cocky grin. "Hey, babe. You ever want to stop with the games, I'm all for it. We should just go on up and tell Big Sis all about this thing you and me have got going on."

Oriana sighed and shook her head, while refastening her bracelet around her wrist. "Easy for you to say, Jack. Not like she could hate you any more than she does now. I tell her about this, she's liable to confine me up in Deck 2 for the rest of the time you're here." Oriana's hand found Jack's ass, giving it a light slap and hard grab. "And I don't think either of us wants that, do we?"

Jack let out a low purr, wiggling her backside into Oriana's firm grip. "You make a convincing argument. Fine, don't tell her just yet," she said. "But maybe find her a distraction or something. Get one of the guys on this ship to throw her a pity fuck or... shit, you saw the equipment that Prothean orb thing gave Liara? Cock that big, the doc's probably desperate for something to stick it into, even if it's as dry and decrepit as your sis's snatch."

"Jack, seriously," Oriana said. "Miranda isn't like that. She's got things on her mind, stuff to deal with, yeah. But somehow I doubt all her problems could be solved with just a hard fucking."

Jack arched an eyebrow. "Oh, you'd be surprised."

"Besides," Oriana said, chuckling to herself. "Miranda's not like me. She's not a desperately horny sex fiend, ready to jump into bed with the first smoking hot woman who comes up to her in the club."

Jack laughed, turning to lie on her back as Oriana swung her legs to the side and stand up from the bed. "Fuck, that night. Will never forget seeing you walk into Purgatory in that dress. Every guy in that place would have crawled on hands and knees to get a chance to peel you out of it."

"And in the end, who was the one I spent all night dancing with?" Oriana said. Jack watched her partner's naked ass swing as she walked over to her discarded underwear. "God, I remember seeing all of them watching us out there." She looked over her shoulder at Jack with a grin, giving her hips a wiggle. "You'd think they'd never seen a genetically-perfect clone grind her ass into a tatted-up school-teacher's crotch before."

"Fuck, with the shit you did to me on that dance floor... I couldn't get you back to my room and bare-ass naked fast enough," Jack said, openly gawking at Oriana as she slid her panties back on. "Wasn't even until the next morning until we finally exchanged names, and realized just who we'd been fucking that night."

"It's Randa's fault in the end," Oriana said, as she worked her arms through her bra straps and refastened it behind her back. "All those times she told me about that horrible woman she fought alongside during the war... if only she'd mentioned what you looked like, maybe I wouldn't have allowed myself to be seduced into your clutches."

Jack barked out a laugh. "Me? Shit, babe, if anybody was doing the seducing that night, it was you and that barely-there dress of yours. Miranda know you own an outfit like that? Maybe that's what you should wear when we finally break the news to her about where you've been sneaking off to."

"Come on, Jack," Oriana said, finding her dress and pulling it over her head. "I know the thought of seeing Miranda's face at the thought of you and me having sex would probably be the highlight of your life. But if it's all the same, I'd rather she never found out at all."

Shifting on the cot, Jack swung her legs over the side to sit on the edge of the thin mattress, leaning back on her arms. "Well, she's gotta find out eventually, right?" Jack asked. "I mean, if you and I are gonna... keep doing this, I mean?"

"We've kept it secret up to this point, Jack," Oriana said, as she slipped on her shoes. "Really, I don't see why she ever needs to know. I mean, this is just a casual thing, right? I'm sure we'll both get bored eventually and move on to something else, with Randa none the wiser that it ever happened."

Jack didn't speak for a moment, and Oriana paused in her dressing to glance back at her lover on the bed. Eyes cast down at the floor, Jack finally spoke up. "Yeah," she muttered. "Yeah, guess you're right." Letting out a laugh that seemed somewhat forced, she said, "But shit, could you imagine if she did know? That we were doing this... this casual thing right under her nose?"

"I try not to think about it," Oriana said. "Anyway, I should be getting back. Randa will be wondering where I got off to. Probably running around the ship worried I fell out an airlock or something." She gave Jack a sly grin as she added. "But after we reach our destination, I'll see if I can sneak down here again."

"Sure, yeah," Jack said, still staring down at the floor. "Look forward to it."

Oriana stared at Jack in confusion, wondering about the sudden change in her mood. She thought about questioning her further, but she had already been down here too long. As she turned to head out of the room, her eye caught something on the work table.

"What's this?" she asked, as she glanced down at the small, wrapped package.

"Hey, stay away from..." Jack quickly yelled out, but too late for Oriana to pick up the box and inspect it.

"'For Oriana'," Oriana read off the brightly-colored wrapping paper. Turning to Jack she held up the box. "This is for me?"

"Yeah, but it's stupid," Jack said. "Just some silly piece of crap I picked up the last time I was at the Citadel. You can take it if you want... or don't. Whatever." Lying back down on the cot, Jack turned her naked back to Oriana. "Just get out of here, will you? I'm fucking tired."

"Uh... sure," Oriana said, her eyes flicking between the wrapped box in her hand and Jack on the bed. "Thanks for the gift."

Jack let out an annoyed sound. "Yeah, yeah. Just beat it."

Surprised at the sudden anger Jack was displaying, Oriana stepped out of the cargo bay. Once the door was closed behind her, she held up the box in her hand. Glancing around to make sure nobody was within eyesight, she pulled open the wrapping paper.

Inside was a plain white box, along with a note:

Ori,

Just so you don't forget me while I'm off teaching

snot-nosed brats how to put up barriers. Looking

forward to the next break.

Jack

Reading the note, Oriana felt like shit. The gift was obviously something Jack was saving until the end of her school break. She felt the urge to turn back and return the box, but just then she heard the sound of the cargo bay door behind her locking shut. And considering how raw Jack had been just before Oriana had left, maybe now wasn't the best time, anyway.

Well, since I already have it, Oriana thought to herself, and opened the box. And when she saw what was inside, she felt even worse.

It was a silver locket, in the shape of a heart. Gleaming and spotless, and hanging from a thin interweaving chain, it was absolutely beautiful. Oriana was no expert on jewelry, but just one look at the delicate swirled engraving and inset gems made it obvious that the piece was expensive.

Pulling the locket out of the box, Oriana let it dangle in front of her. Her eyes caught a button on the bottom of the swinging heart, and she pressed it. The heart sprang open, and started to hum as a holo-generator activated.

"Oh, Jack," Oriana breathed, seeing what had appeared. Hovering in front of the open heart was a 3D image of her and Jack, the two of them side-by-side with their arms around each other's waists.

Oriana remembered exactly when it had been taken. The two of them had been on their way to another secret rendezvous on the Citadel, when a holo-photographer had suddenly approached them, asking if they wanted to "commemorate the moment." Oriana had expected Jack to tell him to piss off, but Jack had laughed and pulled Oriana next to her, grinning into the peddler's holo-camera. After the image had been taken, Jack had exchanged some words with the photographer away from Oriana. When Oriana had asked, Jack had made a joke about "having it sent to your sister's extranet address," but never had given Oriana a serious answer before the matter was dropped, and the two of them were in their hotel room busy with other matters.

Oriana understood now. All that talk about telling Miranda about the two of them. The way she had shut down and gotten angry when Oriana had called their relationship a "casual fling." And now this locket. Turning around, she stared at the locked door to the cargo bay. Wanting to go back and say something to her, but not entirely sure what she was supposed to say. Or whether she even felt the same way.

Just as she was about ready to take a step towards the door, she felt a hand on her shoulder. Gasping, Oriana whirled around, at the same time hiding the locket behind her back.

"There you are!" Miranda said, gasping for breath. "I've been trying to message you for the past half hour. Where in God's name have you been?"

"I..." Oriana searched for an excuse. "I was looking for my bracelet," she finally said. "It fell off when we left the conference room and I couldn't find it."

Miranda stared at her, confused. "And it made its way down here?"

Oriana tried her best to concoct a story in her head. "Yes, it was... Jack found it. Messaged me to let me know she had it, and made me come down here to get it from her."

Miranda's expression immediately darkened. "You came down here to see Jack? By yourself? You really shouldn't, Ori. I know she's supposed to be one of our allies, but I wouldn't put it past her to do something to you to get at me."

"She's not..." Oriana started to protest, but then immediately caught herself. "I mean, she wasn't that bad. She made me say 'please' a bunch of times, but she did give it back," she said, remembering to transfer the locket to her other hand before holding up the one with the bracelet on her wrist.

"You really should be more careful, Ori," Miranda said, in that gently chastising way that could drive Oriana crazy sometimes. "Anyway, now that that's settled, I need you to come back up to Deck 2. We have that teleconference with the Council in a bit, and I need you to help me with my presentation."

Oriana nodded. "Sure, I'll be right there. I just need a second to clean up."

"Clean up?" Miranda asked, before taking a closer look at Oriana's sweat-matted hair. "My goodness, Ori. What have you been.."

"I was looking all over for the bracelet before Jack messaged me," Oriana quickly covered. "I just thought about how much it had cost you, and how upset you'd be at me if I couldn't find it, and I got so nervous I..."

Miranda gave her a comforting smile. "It's alright, Ori. Go ahead and get cleaned up. I'll see you on Deck 2 whenever you're ready."

As Miranda headed into the lift and went back up, Oriana held up the locket in her hand again. The heart was still open, and the holographic image was still hovering there: Jack and Oriana, smiling and standing together.

"Dammit," Oriana said, snapping the heart shut and putting the locket back in its box. She couldn't deal with this now. Having a talk with Jack about the future of their relationship - whatever the hell is was - would have to come later. There were too many other things to worry about between the incident at the Barton facility, their conference with the Council, and not to mention this strange situation with Liara and the other asari who had come on board.

You think you've got problems? she thought to herself as she entered the lift. Just think what it must be like to have a giant cock hanging down between your legs. Can't imagine those two are having a very good time right now.

* * *

Oh, Goddess! What are you doing? Stop it!

But Liara couldn't stop it. At the first impact of Liara's cum against her face, Traynor had dropped the clothes in her hands in shock. But otherwise had stood rigidly still, just as another thick strand of fluid spurted out of Liara's prick and splashed onto Traynor's chest this time. And with it, another bolt of pure pleasure shot through Liara's body, every muscle in her body clenching and contracting all at once, every nerve ending inside of her sending overwhelming sensations to her brain.

Stop stroking it! Why won't you stop?

"Unnnhh," Liara helplessly moaned, as her hand continued to rapidly work the shaft between her legs. Another thick rope of cum sprayed out onto Traynor. And another. With each one, Liara thought it couldn't feel as good as the last time, only for her body to jolt and her mind to reel as another wave of ecstasy filled her. Pumping at her shaft, she surrendered herself to her climax, trying desperately to keep the sensations going on as long as possible.

At least turn away from her! If she isn't going to move, you need to!

But she couldn't. Any attempts to do anything other than continue jerking her prick were overwhelmed by the shockwaves of pleasure filling her entire body. In her mind, all of her fantasies collided together. Shepard and Ashley. Jack and Oriana. All of the men and women on the ship locked in an endless orgy, and her above it all with her new cock, spraying them all with her cum.

Finally, when Liara was starting to believe that it would never end, that the Prothean device had cursed her... or blessed her... to be caught in an endless climax, she started to feel her mind return to her. The pleasant buzz in her body remained, but the spurting cum shooting from her prick subsided down to a trickle. Gasping for air, satisfied that she was finished, she finally released the grip on her cock. As she recovered her senses, she looked up at her unexpected visitor and gasped.

Traynor stood rigidly, eyes wide as saucers as she stared into space. At her feet were the clothes she had brought for Liara, the light grey sweatpants on top now spotted with dark stains. Stains from the cum that dripped down from Traynor's face and uniform, the thick load from Liara's prick nearly covering the front of the communications specialist in white, sticky fluids.

"Oh... Oh, Goddess!" Liara gasped, quickly rising up to her feet. She almost went tumbling to the ground as she stood, her legs still weak from the impact of her first climax under the Prothean device's influence, but she managed to keep her footing as she rushed over to Traynor. "Sam, I'm so sorry! I couldn't... I didn't... you startled me and I..."

Traynor said nothing, just stood rigidly with her eyes wide and staring blankly. She looked like a traumatized witness to a bloody hovercar accident, and showed no response as Liara took her by the shoulder and lightly shook her.

"Wait here," Liara finally said, rummaging through the pile of clothing and pulling out a relatively unsticky pair of pants to pull on over her dripping cock. Stuffing herself down into the garment, she rushed to the door. "I'll get some wet towels for you to clean off with. I'm so sorry! I'll be right back!"

As Liara left the room, Traynor finally opened her mouth. But instead of words, nothing escaped her throat but a choking gasp. Taking a deep breath, she was about ready to let out a horrified scream when... when...

She smelled it.

Reaching up a trembling hand, Traynor wiped a finger through the sticky fluid dripping down her cheek. Hesitantly, still not quite sure why she was doing this, she brought her now cum-soaked fingers to her nose, and inhaled.

And the smell was... indescribable. In her mind, she ran through all the wonderful aromas she had been exposed to in her life. The cool winter air outside of her dorm at Oxford. The smell of warm cookies on a visit to her parents. The wild flowers growing on the planet where they had crash-landed after the war. And none of them, not a one, could even come close to the exquisite small that was coming up from the fluid she had just been sprayed with.

It can't all smell like this... can it?. she thought to herself, her head feeling slightly swimmy as she took another long smell of the cum on her fingers, her breath catching in her throat as she exhaled. It had to be just Liara's that smells this exquisite, right? Otherwise... what have I been missing out on all these years?

Glancing back over her shoulder, Traynor ensured that the door behind her was closed. Once she was sure that no one was watching, she tentatively parted her lips and snaked her tongue out from between her teeth.

Just... just one taste, she told herself in her head. It doesn't mean anything. I just... have to know. It's not like something like this is ever going to happen again, after all. Just one taste.

Finally unable to resist the compulsion, she lightly touched the tip of one of her fingers to her tongue. And as soon as the taste of the fluid on her fingers hit her tongue, she let out a long, heated moan.

It's... it's... Traynor struggled to come up with the words, but there were none. Every last overblown superlative couldn't even come close to describing what she tasted as she now hungrily licked at her sticky fingers. Once they were clean, she wiped her hand against her face again, getting another large mass of cum on her fingers before greedily slurping up every last drop again. Soon she was frantically working both hands across her face, panting like a dog as she desperately licked up as much of Liara's cum as she could.

Once she was satisfied that she had cleaned off as much of the cum from her face as she could manage, she looked down at her body. Her uniform shirt was dripping with the delicious fluids as well. Without thinking, Traynor unfastened the shirt and whipped it off. A low, hungry moan built in her throat as she brought the shirt up to her mouth and lapped at the cum staining her uniform. Once the larger drops had been lapped up and swallowed, Traynor sucked desperately at the dark areas where the cum had soaked into the fabric. After a few minutes, she tasted nothing but her own saliva on the shirt, and she could feel sweat building on her brow as she panted.

More. She needed more.

Looking down past her nearly naked torso, she saw that several large trails of cum had started their way down the front of her pants. Yanking off her boots, Traynor then quickly unbuttoned her pants and sat down on Liara's chair to pull them off. Seconds later, the uniform pants got the same treatment as her shirt, Traynor sitting in nothing but her underwear and licking and sucking on the fabric to taste every drop of Liara's amazing fluids.

As she finished off with her own pants, she turned her attention to the stains on the clothes she had brought for Liara, snatching up the sweatpants at the top of the pile and loudly slurping at the remaining cum there. Traynor barely even noticed that, as she sucked and swallowed, she had slid her free hand down between her legs and underneath the fabric of her panties. Her fingers rubbed and stroked at her clit, almost seeming to act of their own accord while Traynor ravenously devoured every last drop of Liara's cum. The only interruption to her self-pleasuring was when she could find no more of the delicious nectar to suck off any of the remaining clothing.

More. She had swallowed up so much of it, but still she needed more. Even with the taste of it filling her mouth, she was still hungry for more.

Her eyes hit the floor, and the sticky trail that Liara had left in her mad dash out of the room. Slowly getting down on her hands and knees, not even questioning the undignified position she was putting herself in, Traynor stuck out her tongue and lowered her head down to the moist droplets on the metal.

So good. So good.

* * *

"Alright, we're through the relay, people," Joker said, his voice carrying out to the rest of the Normandy's crew. "Barring any ion disturbances or giant squid robots getting in our way, should be to our destination in a few hours."

Leaning back in his chair, Joker turned off his comms and let out a sigh. A year later, it still hurt to not have EDI by his side. Not as much as it had before, but there was still that dull ache every time he looked over to the co-pilot's seat and saw it empty.

But he wasn't the only one who had lost someone during the war, and he still had a job to do. Setting a course for the Barton facility, he made himself comfortable in his chair and tried to keep focused on maintaining their course. Just as he was settling into his "piloting trance," as he liked to call it, he heard the sound of footsteps behind him, and hit the controls to swivel his chair.

"Samara!" he said, as the asari justicar stepped into the cockpit. "Good to see you up and about again. How's it hang..." Joker awkwardly paused. "Uh... I mean, how are you feeling?"

Samara smiled down at him. Joker was amazed that she still managed to look so damn dignified, even dressed in hand-me-down sleep clothes that barely fit her. "All things considered, I suppose I am doing well," she responded.

"Yeah, it's been one of those kinds of trips, huh?" Joker said. "Don't worry, I'm sure those geniuses back at the Citadel will be able to get things fixed once they get you and Liara under their microscopes. And until then, as an unfortunate fellow sufferer of the curse you two have been subjected to, let me assure you that it isn't all bad. Sure, the damn things may itch like crazy in the worst possible situations, and don't even get me started on how bad it hurts to take a good knee down there, but..." Sighing, Joker scratched at his beard. "Sorry, I'm being an idiot over here. Probably the last thing you want to talk about right now."

Samara lightly chuckled. "Actually, I have to confess. I came to see you specifically to talk about... that."

Brows arched, Joker let out a breath. "Oookay, well this just got seriously awkward. Last time I ever had a conversation like this, it was with my dad about the birds and the bees, and why they like to have sex with each other. I mean, don't know why you chose me to talk to about this, but I guess I'll do my best."

"I do not mean to make you uncomfortable, Joker," Samara said. "But ever since I was affected by the device, it has been... difficult. Is it common for males of your species to constantly be thinking about sexual relations?"

Joker couldn't hold back, and let out a loud laugh. "Are you kidding? Trust me, Samara, you're just going through what most of us human guys went through in a magical period of discovery known as 'puberty.'"

"Yes, I am aware of the sexual development of your species," Samara said, glancing awkwardly away from Joker. "But I could have had no idea it would be this... overwhelming. To be sure, I had my fair share of sex during my maiden years. But it has been centuries since I thought back to those days. In my current state, however... on the way up to the cockpit, I noticed four female crew members along the way. And each one of them, I found myself engaging in sexual fantasies about, within seconds of seeing them. Not just brief thoughts, but vivid and detailed imaginings of what I would like to... what I could do to them with this new part of my anatomy." Samara let out a breath, shifting uncomfortably. "If this continues, I am not certain I will be able to maintain my sanity."

"Shit, I don't know," Joker said. "I mean, most guys – at least, human guys – deal with the same sorts of thoughts. Hell, if you did that... meldy thing you asari do with any of the guys on this ship, I bet you'd see a lot of freaky sex-type stuff in their brains, too. After a while, you kinda just learn to put it in the back of your mind. But with this all being new to you and Liara, guess you're not used to it yet." He gave Samara a helpless shrug. "Wish I had some advice to give you besides learning to focus on other things. Oh, and rubbing one out on occasion."

Samara glanced back at Joker inquisitively. "'Rub one out?' You are referring to the act of masturbation?"

Joker adjusted himself in his chair. "Yeah, awkward levels rising," he said. "I mean, I don't know if doing that... act is something that that justicar code of yours forbids or something."

This brought a sly smile to Samara's face. "It does not. And I must confess, Joker, that this is part of the reason I came to you regarding my difficulties. I have been made to understand that you have a wide selection of materials that might aid me in... 'rubbing one out.'"

Letting out a sigh, Joker placed a palm to his forehead. "You gotta be kidding me."

Samara cocked her head. "Have I said something inappropriate?"

"No, no. Just... you know, I do watch some action movies sometimes up here, right?" Joker said, a trace of annoyance in his voice. "Some old westerns, and I'm man enough to confess it: some nights when most of the crew is off-duty, I even put on a sappy romance vid and cry like a little girl. I mean, I don't just watch porn up here. But apparently I'm the number one hook-up on this ship for dirty movies these days."

"I am sorry. It seems I have offended you," Samara said. "I was not aware that I..."

Joker took a deep breath. "Nah, it's fine. Just... between you and Jack coming up here earlier looking for the same thing, it's starting to feel like I should hang up a beaded curtain or put in some swinging saloon doors on the way to the cockpit. Keep all the kiddies from getting in to where Joker keeps all the dirty stuff."

Turning back to his control panel, Joker worked his way through a series of menus. "But it's cool. Not everybody knows how to use the extranet like I do, I understand. So what are you in the market for?"

But something Joker had said earlier had caught Samara's attention. "You said that Jack was here before?" she asked, a vivid image of the foul-mouthed, tattooed criminal entering her mind. "I wasn't aware that she was still a member of this vessel's crew."

"You haven't ran into her yet? Yeah, she hangs out here on the Normandy when she's not teaching," Joker said. "Think Shepard keeps her around just to make sure she doesn't fall back into old habits. You know, 'wanting to kill anyone who looks at her funny' types of habits." Opening up his library, Joker glanced over at Samara. "Actually, maybe I should show you the stuff she was having me look for. Wasn't anything I kept in my personal library, but she had me scouring a few sites for stuff and... well, apparently even I can learn something new about what folks on the extranet get their rocks off to. Did you know there's actually a whole porn genre out there based on what happened to you and Liara?"

Immediately intrigued, Samara stepped forward. "You're saying that what has happened to us, has happened to other asari as well?"

"Nah, it's all prosthetics and stuff like that," Joker said, entering the directory of recently downloaded files. "But yeah, there's whole sites dedicated to..." he licked his lips, still feeling a bit uncomfortable talking so frankly about such things in the presence of Samara. It was kind of like talking about his sex life with his grandma's bridge club, but still he pressed ahead. "Dedicated to 'big blue cock,' they call it." Opening up the last video, an image came up on the screen of a young asari maiden in someone's bedroom, smiling as she stroked a fake-looking penis between her legs. "I mean, most of it is pretty cheesy like this is, but there were a few that I found that... shit, you'd almost think it was real." Hesitating for a moment, Joker nervously added on. "Not that I'm saying you two would, because I know you're both... well, you're not those types. But if it turns out they can't cure you two, you and Liara could make serious credits with those things."

Ignoring Joker's comment, Samara watched the video play out on the screen. As the asari with the fake cock moved to the bed, Samara's brow arched up as she saw who the other participant in the scene was.

"She's with a human," Samara observed, watching as the asari positioned herself on top of a seductive human female and aimed her prosthetic cock at the moaning woman's vaginal entrance.

"Yeah, the whole BBC thing is kinda more of a human fetish, from what little I saw," Joker observed, speaking about extranet porn in an almost clinical fashion. "Guess it's not exactly surprising that your people don't spend a lot of time fantasizing about penises, but us humans? If there's anything we treasure more than our guns, it's our... well, guns. To be honest, though, I don't really see the appeal. Not that I think anything less of folks who do, but personally, I like you asari just the way you are." Joker quickly covered. "I mean, not you specifically. Not that you're ugly or anything, but just saying that I never thought of you as somebody I'd like to... ah, jeez."

But Samara wasn't hearing a word Joker was saying. Her attention was locked on the screen, and the asari making powerful thrusts into the squealing human woman. She could feel the throb of her cock pressing against the fabric of her sweatpants again, the image of an asari ramming herself deep into an eager human's pussy lining up with all of the fantasies she had been having over the past few hours. In her mind, suddenly she was the one on the bed, hip muscles flexing as she drove herself balls-deep into her partner's wet hole. And on the bed, moaning and begging for more, wasn't the human porn actress from the video. It was...

"I have to go," Samara abruptly said. Turning quickly to hide the large bulge that was forming in her pants, she almost ran out of the cockpit.

"Seeya, I guess," Joker said, barely able to react to her departure before she was gone. Quickly, he stopped the video and took it off of his screen. "Guess she got what she was looking for. Maybe I should send her a link to that one."

* * *

Liara had gotten quite a few strange looks as she had dashed out of her quarters. Not surprising considering her current state: sweating profusely and wearing a pair of loose pants that she could barely keep up as she ran to the restroom and grabbed up all of the towels she could find. Not to mention that, by the time she had soaked them all with water, a large stain had started to form on the front of her pants from the last few drops of cum trickling from her prick.

But she had more important things to worry about than her bizarre appearance. Arms full of soaking wet towels, pants nearly falling down on the way, she opened the door back into her office.

"Sam, I'm... back?" she announced. As the door shut behind her, her eyes went down to the floor and she was speechless at what she saw.

Samantha Traynor, brilliant and educated communications specialist, had stripped down to her bra and panties. Currently, she was kneeling down with her head to the floor, and her tongue pressed to the metal deck. As Liara watched in shock, Traynor crawled forward, following the cum drippings that Liara had left on her way out of the room and licking up every drop along the way. Soon, she was right at Liara's feet, and she looked up at Liara with eyes half-shut and mouth open and panting.

"So good," Traynor muttered. "Tastes so good, Liara." As Liara watched in shock, Traynor's eyes locked on the dark stain on the leg of Liara's pants. Letting out an eager gasp, Traynor worked her way forward on her knees, pressing her face to the dark spot and taking the fabric into her mouth.

"Sam, stop," Liara said weakly. "What are you..." her words were cut off in her throat at the feeling of Traynor's sucking mouth pressing at the head of her cock under the pants. Immediately, she felt herself swelling again, her head swimming at the sensation of Traynor's lips pressing through the fabric.

"I'm sorry, Liara," Traynor said, pulling away from Liara's leg and gasping for air. "I just can't stop myself. I got a taste of it and... I need more." Reaching her hands up, Traynor found the hem of Liara's pants and started working them down. "Much more."

"No, Sam. Stop," Liara protested. Obviously, something in the semen produced by the Prothean device's genetic changes had affected Traynor's mind. Helplessly, Liara looked for a place to put down the towels in her arms, so that she could have her hands free to stop Traynor from continuing to disrobe her.

But by the time she gave up and was ready to just drop the armful of wet towels, Traynor had already gotten Liara's pants down to her ankles, and freed her now rapidly-swelling cock from its captivity.

Wrapping both her hands around Liara's throbbing cock, one next to the other, Traynor looked up at Liara sheepishly. "I've never really done this before," she said. "Sorry if I'm not very good."

"Specialist Traynor," Liara said, trying desperately to sound as official as possible with her pants around her ankles. "As one of the senior officers on the Normandy, I order you to stoooooooooohhhh..."

As Traynor wrapped her lips around the head of Liara's prick, hands working up and down the length of her shaft, Liara's commands died in her throat. Jerking herself off had felt good, but this was on an entirely different level. The towels in her arms tumbled from her grip and fell wetly onto the floor around Traynor, who paid them no mind as she dutifully used her mouth and fingers to pleasure Liara's cock.

"So warm," Traynor moaned, pulling away from Liara's cock to breathe for a moment. "So warm and... beautiful," she said, staring at the massive length of Liara's prick with rapt attention. "Will have to remember to send Javik a thank-you note on behalf of his people."

"Please, Sam," Liara breathed, even as she felt her second climax of the day rapidly approaching. "You shouldn't..." And then Traynor wrapped her mouth around Liara's cock again, and any further thoughts of protest vanished from Liara's mind. "Oh, Goddess," she moaned, throwing her head back and basking in the sensations filling her.

After several more seconds of sloppy sucking, Traynor pulled away again. "Give it to me, Liara," she breathed, working her hands down and around Liara's cock. "I want all of your cum. I want to swallow every fucking drop of it."

"It's coming," Liara gasped, feeling the familiar tingle in her groin. "I'm cumming. Goddess, I'm cumming."

She gasped and moaned as her cock jerked, and Traynor put her mouth around the head again just in time to catch the first spray of Liara's cum. Liara looked down to see Traynor's eyes roll back in her head, her throat working rapidly to attempt to swallow down as much of Liara's cum as she could. Liara felt like she could barely stand, with every fresh spray of cum down Traynor's throat sending a blissful shiver through her body just as powerful as the first time.

After what seemed like minutes of spraying cum into Traynor's mouth, Liara finally felt the climax start to ebb. But as she looked down, she was shocked to see that her cock was still just as rigid and erect as when Traynor began.

Pulling away from Liara's prick, a faint trace of white fluids dripping from her lips, Traynor saw Liara's cock, still rock-hard and throbbing, and grinned.

"You've still got more to give me, Liara?" Traynor asked, looking up at her and licking the last drops of Liara's load from her lips. "Looks like I'm the luckiest girl on the Normandy right about now."

She didn't even bother to protest this time, as Traynor's mouth found the head of Liara's prick again. It was wrong. She knew it was. Whatever was in this mysterious cock's ejaculations had done something to Traynor. Warped her mind and turned her into the sex-crazed woman who was on her knees vigorously sucking cock. Liara should be putting a stop to this right now.

But Goddess, it felt too good to stop.

* * *

She was such a fucking idiot.

Laying on her cot and staring up at the ceiling, Jack cursed herself for being so goddamn stupid. What the hell had she been thinking? Of course the two of them were just fuckbuddies. How the hell could she have gotten it into her mind that they had been anything different?

And that stupid locket. Jack could just imagine the look on Oriana's face as she opened that box. Realizing that the woman she had been screwing for the past few months had gotten it into her head that the two of them were actually in a relationship. Wondering how to break it to the crazy tattooed bitch that nothing serious was ever going to happen between the two of them. Hell, she was probably laughing at the thought of Jack going to all that trouble to buy something so fucking pathetic. Dammit, why had she wasted all those credits on something like that?

Her self-flagellation was interrupted by the sound of a knock on the cargo bay door. For a moment, a feeling of hope entered her mind.

It's her, Jack thought to herself, as she rushed to dress herself. An image came to her mind of Oriana on the other side of the door. The locket around her neck and tears in her eyes, as the two of them fell into each other's arms.

"Be there in a sec, dammit," Jack called out, pulling on the last of her clothes and dashing over to the door. As she deactivated the lock and the door slid open, she realized how stupid all of her fantasies had been.

"May I come in?" said Samara. The asari stood outside of the cargo bay door with an odd expression on her face, dressed in those crappy looking castoffs the crew had tossed her after her little incident.

Jack stared at her. "The hell are you doing here?" she asked, taking her anger out on her unexpected visitor. So stupid, Jack thought again. You dumb, starry-eyed bitch. There was no way it was gonna be her.

"I... thought we might talk for a moment," Samara said, weathering Jack's foul mood. "But if this is not a good time..."

Jack let out a loud sigh. "Ah, fuck it. Don't know why you'd want to talk to me, of all people, but come on in," she said, stepping aside to allow Samara to enter. "Guess it's as good a way as any to take my mind off of all the bullshit in my life."

Entering into the cargo bay, Samara turned to Jack with a compassionate expression. "You are troubled? If you have burdens that you would like to share with me, I would be happy to..."

"Nah, it's all bullshit," Jack said, heading back into the cargo bay and taking a hard seat on a pile of cargo crates. "Forget I said anything. Anyway, how've you been doing? Out there doing whatever justicars do since the last time we fought together. God, all of us getting ready to head through the Omega-4 relay and ass-rape those Collectors, feels like a century ago." She chuckled. "Well, I guess a century for you ain't that big of a deal, but for us humans it's... ah, never mind. Still kinda new to this small-talk bullshit. How've you been, Samara?"

Samara smiled at Jack. "Up until recently, I have been doing quite well," she said, sitting down on some crates opposite of Jack.

"Right, yeah, the whole..." Jack pointed to the long bulge running down Samara's leg and arched an eyebrow. "Those Protheans were into some fucked-up shit, huh? What the hell good did they think growing cocks on asari was going to accomplish? Were they hoping you all were going to gangbang the Reapers to death or something?"

Samara sighed. "I cannot hazard a guess as to their intentions, I'm afraid."

"Yeah, surprised the doc hasn't heard anything about something like this before," Jack observed. "But I guess if she doesn't know anything about it, the one who's actually had long conversations with the one Prothean still left, suppose you wouldn't know either." Staring out of the cargo bay window into space, she let out a laugh. "I know it's a bad situation for you and Liara, but something about the whole thing is just so crazy, you know? Like something out of a fucked-up vid that losers jerk off to on the extranet."

At the mention of extranet videos, Samara suddenly started wringing her hands. "Actually, I must admit that what you just mentioned is the one of the reasons I have come to visit you today," she said, casting her eyes down at the floor. "Joker informed me that you showed some interest in this... this 'big blue cock' pornography."

Surprised at the turn in the conversation, Jack looked back at Samara. "Joker and his big mouth," she said. "Yeah, I asked him if he had some of that stuff. With all this shit going on, guess I was just kinda curious about what it all looked like. Had a hard time picturing an asari packing that kind of equipment, but the shit he showed me on the extranet... ain't having no trouble picturing it now, I can guarantee you that."

"I see," Samara said, glancing back up at Jack cautiously. "So what he showed you... you enjoyed what you saw?"

Jack shrugged. "I dunno. Shit was a bit messed up, I thought. Of course, that was probably because most of it looked so damn fake. I mean, if it was more realistic, maybe I..."

And that was when it hit her.

Samara looked at Jack, who had abruptly stopped talking and was staring at her quizzically. "Is there something wrong, Jack?" Samara asked. "You were saying about the porn that Joker showed you, and if it was more realistic that you could..."

Throwing back her head, Jack suddenly started laughing uproariously. "Ho... holy shit!" Jack managed to get out between peals of laughter. "Of all the... I cannot fucking believe this is actually fucking happening!"

"I do not understand," Samara said, watching Jack as she continued to laugh. "What is it you find so humorous?"

"Fuck, justicar," Jack said, struggling to contain herself. "You coming down acting like you wanted a chat with an old comrade. But that ain't really why you're here, is it?" Looking expectantly at Samara and getting no response, Jack let out another laugh. "You're trolling for pussy, aren't you?"

Samara felt a flush come to her cheeks, her intentions having been divined. "I... you are mistaken, Jack," Samara flimsily tried to cover. "It has been several years, and I thought perhaps you might want..."

"Nah, you're terrible at this, Samara," Jack said, grinning to herself at her own cunning. "Soon as I gave you the opening, you immediately brought up those vids I had Joker show me. You trying to be so innocent over there, all while trying to figure out if I was DTF." Smirking, Jack shook her head at Samara. "Shit, less than a day with that thing, and already you're aiming to stick it in some wet snatch. Guess all that meditation and justicar code bullshit ain't enough to take your mind off a rock-hard stiffy, huh?"

Her face feeling hot, Samara rose up to her feet. "I am sorry. This was obviously a mistake," she quickly said. "I will not trouble you any further."

As Samara was about to reach the door, she heard Jack's voice behind her. "Wait."

Turning around, Samara saw Jack rise up to her feet, walking slowly over to Samara. "You know what? Fuck it. This is your lucky day, I guess. If you'd come to me a few hours ago and pulled this, I probably would have let you run out that door and find some new pussy to hunt. But shit, if all me and her have is a 'casual fling,' then I guess there ain't nothing stopping me from finding a little piece on the side, huh?"

Samara stared at Jack, confused. "I... I don't understand what..."

But Jack ignored her. Sighing, she started to lower herself down to her knees in front of Samara. "And it ain't like an opportunity like this is ever gonna come around again in my lifetime, you know? Fuck, maybe someday I'll be telling my grandkids about this day."

Samara started to breathe faster, as Jack took hold of the top of Samara's pants and yanked them all the way down her thighs in one smooth motion. Jack's eyes went wide as Samara's cock sprang out from underneath the thick cotton.

"Ho... ly... fuck!" Jack said, staring in awe at the thick hunk of blue meat poking out from between Samara's legs. "Those Protheans, huh? When they want to give an asari a cock, they really don't mess around, do they?"

"If... if you've changed your mind..." Samara gasped, even as her cock began pulsed and throbbed in front of Jack's face.

Shrugging, Jack gripped Samara's cock by the base of her shaft, lifting up the heavy piece of meat. "Hey, don't flatter yourself too much, justicar," Jack said, looking up at Samara with a smirk. "You may be one of the biggest I've ever seen, but you ain't the biggest." Tantalizingly slowly, Jack started working her hand up and down Samara's cock. "Trust me, I've handled some monsters in my time. And by the time we're done tonight, you're gonna know damn well that you picked the right bitch to bring this bad boy to." Giving Samara a wink, Jack slid her hand all the way up to just below the head of her cock. Sticking out her tongue, she slowly licked up the side of Samara's thick, veiny prick.

"Aaaahhh," Samara gasped, the feeling of Jack's warm tongue on her cock making her head swim. She wasn't sure if it was the influence of the Prothean device, or just the centuries she had spent alone, but she couldn't remember ever feeling this aroused before. She could feel maddening pressure building in her cock and balls, Jack's oral skills keeping her just on the brink of climax.

"Mmm, been a little while since I've done this," Jack said, continuing to jerk Samara's prick as she talked. "Seem to remember most guys loving this shit out of this, though." Lifting up Samara's cock almost to her stomach, Jack exhaled a long, hot breath against Samara's balls. Samara gasped as she felt the delicate wet touch of Jack's tongue against her scrotum, the experienced human woman lightly lapping at the swollen orbs. Goddess, she was teasing Samara so expertly. Just when Samara was sure she was about to climax, the feeling of Jack's tongue lapping at her balls slowed down, only to ramp back up again seconds later.

Once it seemed like Jack had covered every inch of Samara's balls with her spit, she lowered the head of Samara's prick back down to her mouth. "Shit, my jaw's gonna hurt for a while after this," she observed as she stared at the thick blue cock. Glancing back up at Samara, she smirked. "But hey, anything for an old combat buddy, right?" she said, just before opening her mouth as wide as she could manage and enveloping the head of Samara's prick with her lips.

Once she had swallowed up as much of Samara's prick as she could manage without gagging herself, Jack began bobbing her head and expertly working her tongue around the thick blue monster, while working one hand around the base of the cock with one hand and fondling Samara's balls with the other.

"Oh, Jack," Samara gasped. Lost in the sensations of Jack's expert cock-sucking, she reached down to the bottom of her undersized shirt and yanked it upward, revealing her bare breasts. As Jack sucked and jerked, Samara fondled her breasts and pinched at her nipples.

She realized how she must look: the proud and dignified justicar mewling like a common whore as she played with her tits. But her dignity mattered little at this point. All that mattered was satisfying the overwhelming cravings this piece of meat between her legs was causing her to experience.

Finally, Jack had apparently grown bored with teasing Samara, and her hand began rapidly jerking at Samara's cock. The bobbing of her head grew more and more frenzied, as she worked to push Samara over the brink. After a few seconds of this vigorous jerking and sucking, the thick blue prick swelled in her hand, just before the first shot of cum shot out from the tip.

Holy shit, Jack thought, as her mouth filled up with cum with the very first spurt of Samara's prick. She tried desperately to swallow it down, only for another giant spray of cum to fill up her mouth again. Even as she worked her throat muscles as fast as she could to chug it all down, she could feel cum pushing its way out of her mouth and dripping down her chin. Finally, feeling light-headed, she pulled away from Samara's cock, gasping for air even as the massive thing continued spraying huge spurts of cum into the air, all over Jack's face and body.

It took almost thirty seconds before the constant jets of sticky fluids finally began to taper off. And yet, Samara's cock still stood up, straight and hard, even after spraying out such a massive load from those huge balls.

Dripping with cum, Jack gasped for air, the taste of Samara's fluids still filling her mouth. Funny, it didn't taste much like other loads she had swallowed in the past, either willingly or with the threat of death hanging over her head. Not salty like humans, not thick and bitter like batarians. If she could compare it to any other cum she had tasted, it reminded her a bit of the time she sucked off a krogan as a distraction for her partners in crime. She'd been surprised at how strangely sweet krogan cum had tasted. But still, compared to krogan man-chowder, this was much more... more...

Samara stared down at Jack, the human panting and dripping with her cum. "Are you alright, Jack?" she asked. "I apologize if I lost control a bit, but..."

"I... I need it..." Jack said under her breath. "I need it now..."

"Jack, what are you..."

Samara took a step back in surprise, as Jack suddenly jumped to her feet and grabbed Samara by the shoulders. Before Samara even knew what was happening, Jack had shoved the asari onto her back onto her cot, Samara's hard cock pointing up at the ceiling with a drop of cum still dribbling down from the head.

"Fuck, I've never been this fucking horny before," Jack said, stripping out of her clothes as quickly as she could manage. One-by-one, as each article was removed, Jack almost casually licked up the cum that had dribbled down onto the fabric. Once she had fully stripped naked, Jack paused to bend down and lick up the cum dripping off the end of Samara's prick, before moving into position above Samara and grabbing her cock by the base to aim it at her pussy.

"Need you inside me right fucking now," Jack moaned, as she lowered herself down onto Samara's cock. The thick hunk of flesh spread Jack's pussy open wide, and she let out a loud, satisfied moan as she slowly sank down its entire length.

"Fuck yes," Jack moaned, reaching up to play with her tits as she rode Samara's cock. "So fucking good." The rusty old cot creaked and groaned with every bounce, as Jack impaled herself on Samara's prick again and again.

As Jack bounced on Samara's cock, Samara reached out to grab her by the hips. Goddess, it had been just like she had pictured watching that vid Joker had shown her. Samara had been the asari in the scene, and the human that she had been fucking into submission was Jack. The feeling of Jack's inner walls clenching along the length of Samara's prick made the asari nearly lose her mind from the pleasure.

But the video wasn't quite like this, was it? Samara thought to herself.

Jack paused in her bouncing long enough to see the smile come to Samara's face. "What are you..." she started to say, before Samara's hands gripped onto her hard, and she felt herself suddenly being thrown to the side.

With her cock still buried in Jack's cunt, Samara expertly swung the two of them around and switched positions. Now, Samara was on top, and in control as she violently thrust herself deep inside of Jack's wet pussy. She could feel her balls bouncing against Jack's ass and hear the wet noise of flesh slapping rapidly into flesh as she fucked the moaning human. Jack gasped and squealed, her legs coming up to wrap around Samara's hips and lock her into position to keep fucking.

"Give it to me," Jack gasped, loving the feeling of Samara's giant cock stretching her open. "I want you to fucking cum inside me, Samara. Fill me up with all of that fucking cum."

Any thoughts she had had about Oriana, all of that stupid relationship drama... none of that shit mattered to her now. All that mattered was getting filled up with thick, big blue cock for as long as Samara could keep giving it to her. She gasped as she felt herself starting to cum, riding the climax as Samara kept relentlessly thrusting into her. Harder. Faster. Fuck, Jack could spend the rest of her life getting fucked like this. No sooner had her first climax finished than Jack felt herself start cumming again, Samara's giant cock sending her off into another teeth-clenchingly amazing orgasm.

"Ungh," Samara grunted as her eyes squinted shut, and Jack knew that she was about ready to blow. With one last thrust, Samara buried herself balls-deep into Jack's cunt, and Jack threw her head back and let out a strangled cry as she felt Samara's cum flooding her insides. Above her, Samara grunted like an animal as she humped herself into Jack, spraying gallons of cum into Jack's womb. On and on it went, until Jack could feel the warmth of Samara's load overflowing out of her and splashing across her inner thighs.

After almost a minute of draining her balls into Jack, Samara leaned back onto her knees on the cot, gasping for breath as her cock popped out of Jack's cunt and hung in the air. The throbbing organ jerked a few more times, and the last spurts of cum sprayed out across Jack's tits and stomach. With a grin, Jack ran her hand up her body to wipe up the sticky fluids, before bringing her fingers up to her mouth and lapping up the delicious cum.

As Samara tried her best to recover from her second climax of the evening, Jack raised up her foot and stroked her toes along the underside of Samara's cock.

"It's..." Samara said, gasping and swallowing as she stared down at Jack's foot rubbing against her prick. "It's still hard."

"Fuck yeah it is," Jack said, reaching down to her pussy and scooping up the hot cum dripping out from inside her. "And Joker helped me find a lot more of those BBC videos." Grinning at Samara, Jack arched an eyebrow. "Wanna see how many of them we can reenact before the Normandy gets to where it's going?"

Samara watched as Jack hungrily licked up the cum in her hand, and felt a smile come to her face. "I think that would be an excellent way to pass the time," Samara said, reaching down to stroke her cock as she imagined all the other positions she could fuck this human in.

And would be fucking her in.
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