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The Ballad of the Pirate of Terminus	By : Nicker Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 26022 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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“Lieutenant Commander Williams,” Anderson said, motioning towards the man just stepping to their table, “Let me introduce you to major Kai Leng.”

They were sitting in a café in the Presidium, Ashley and Garrus on one side of the table, across from Anderson. The young asian man saluted curtly to Anderson and nodded to the others, and dropped himself down next to Anderson, leaning back, hands on the table. He looked immediately relaxed, but his eyes were curiously darting back and forth from Garrus to Ashley and Anderson.
“Major Kai Leng is an N7 operative. Studied under Admiral Hackett, until—” he didn’t finish. All knew what he meant.

Ashley nodded to Kai Leng and leaned forward.

“Major Kai Leng, what can you tell us about Admiral Hackett?” She asked, cutting to the chase immediately. She was still shaken up from the earlier call and was in no mood for pleasantries.
Kai Leng shot a questioning glance at Anderson.

“Is this some kind of a test, general? You all know everything about the admiral.” He didn’t sound irritated, just a bit curious. He had a calculating stare, Ashley could tell. He was gauging them up the same way they were gauging him. Garrus was playing the usual bird of prey statue game, if it was a game at all. Ashley remained impassive.

“We want to hear your take on Hackett, major,” Anderson said quietly.
Leng looked at Ashley.

“Admiral Hackett was the finest soldier in the Alliance.” His gaze traveled back to Anderson. “Until he went batshit crazy. It’s a damn shame we had to put him down.” He looked back at Ashley unblinking. “Now, how about we get to the point. You’re going after his favorite student, right? You’re going after Shepard.”

Ashley looked at the general, who just shrugged. “I didn’t tell him.”

Garrus and Ashley exchanged glances.

“Your file says you were in the same training program as Shepard. You both studied under Hackett.”

“So?”

“Would this be a problem for you?”

Leng grinned, looking back and forth between them.

“Like what? Hunting down a rogue N7 that made us look bad? I’ve been sidelined for almost a year now, commander, because they ‘can’t trust us at the moment’. Playing fucking bodyguard to Alliance brass.” He glared at Anderson. “No offense.” He said, although they both know he was not sorry.
Garrus chuckled and leaned back, amused. Ashley pushed a datapad across the table to Kai Leng.

“This is all we have on his crew and his latest operations. I hoped you could give us some insight.”
“Am I in? Or just consulting?” Kai Leng asked, not even looking up from scrolling through the data. “Cause I’m not a fucking analyst.” He looked up for a second.

“I like the kid already,” Garrus chuckled.
Anderson and Ashley exchanged glances. Anderson seemed to be just as amused as Garrus, and a little bit proud, while Ashley was more than happy to speak plainly and get the answers she needed. She was in a foul mood, every minute wasted, and the images of Miranda on the screen slowly burned themselves into her mind. Instead of being annoyed by Leng’s attitude, she felt relieved.
“Talk to us and I will let you know,” Ashley replied. The asian glanced up from the datapad and went back to scrolling it as he spoke up.
“About time somebody had the brains to ask an N7. You were going at it wrong all this time.” He put the datapad down, rested his hands in his lap and looked up. “I’m surprised you got this far against Shepard. Not bad, considering.” He caught Ashley’s glare. “Yeah, heard about your op going south. Too bad you lost that spook chick. She was good. She didn’t stand a chance, but the plan was solid. Would have worked against anybody else.”
Ashley balled her hands into fists under the table. She clenched her jaw shut so hard, it almost hurt.

“I know. My fault. Moving on. Explain.” She hissed. Leng raised a curious eyebrow, then lifted his hands up in a gesture of peace.
“Hey. Not blaming anybody. He had an inside man. Your team was big and he is an N7. He’s got resources.” He pointed at the datapad. “He used to run with the 10th Street Reds back on Earth. He’s doing the same now with his crew. Only he uses his high-level training to dodge us. He knows our counter-terrorist playbook. And his crew— it’s hand-picked. You need a small, highly mobile, low profile team to go after him.”
Ashley looked at Anderson and they both nodded. Garrus shrugged.

“Congratulations, major. You’re in.”

Kai Leng nodded, like it was obvious. He looked at them curiously.

“So how big is the team?”

Ashley snorted. “You’re looking at it.”

Leng sat up, his curiosity piqued. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table and looked Ashley in the eye.

“I admire your spirit, commander, and I’m more than happy to hunt that bastard down, but this is not enough. I heard your name after the Skyllian Blitz. You’re good. I’m good. But unless you’ve got a few more names in your pocket, this won’t be enough.”

“Afraid of Vega?”

Kai Leng snorted.

“That N1 dropout? Please.”
“What else do we need?”

“Well, between the three of us, we’ve got the firepower and three different sets of tactics, but we’re too obviously military. We need some unpredictability. And, oh, yes, a fucking good biotic.”

“Against Liara?”

“No, the asari is not the problem.” Leng shrugged. “She can be dealt with. Your biggest problem is Alenko. He is a genuine psycho. Fries your brain before you can say ‘oh shit’. He’s bad news.”
“I thought he is burned out,” Ashley said. “Got discharged and set up in a rehab facility. I thought Shepard sprung him for sentimental reasons.”

Kai Leng shrugged. “True. He is his oldest friend. But also, he was the only survivor of the incident at Akuze. Held himself in a biotic bubble until rescue arrived. His L2 gear fused with his nervous system completely. The guy is fried.”

“Everybody knows that. It’s in his file.”

“Yes, but this is where it gets interesting. If he is not on painkillers, he can melt your brains out from across the room. On drugs he may look like a harmless giant baby, but off the drugs he’s a paranoid, sadist freak. He’s also not stupid. He is Shepard’s wild card.”
Ashley sighed. She never knew what to think about Kaidan. She thought there was something else, some reason behind having him on board. She slowly shook her head.

“Okay, let me worry about that one.” She felt a familiar pressure in her chest, the desperation, the thought of Miranda in their hands. Shepard already gave her enough glimpse about what she was going through. “One last problem.”
“How do we catch him?” Kai Leng finished her thought. “Yes. A pickle.”

“That’s kind of why are you here, major. How do you take down a rogue N7 if he knows the playbook?”

Leng shrugged, looking out over the Presidium vista. “You use his tactics against him. Just like he uses the guerrilla tactics he was trained to fight against.”
This caught everybody’s attention. Even Anderson sat up and gave a sideways glance to Ashley. She nodded, going over the ideas in her head.

“So we attack his infrastructure, his contacts. Isolate him, using indirect strikes?” She said it out loud. Leng looked back at her with a confident gaze.

The silence stretched longer around the table.
“Oh, sorry, you’re actually asking me?” Kai Leng asked after a while. Ashley glared at her. “Interesting. I thought you were the leader of this op.”

“I am. I was the one requesting you. I also listen to the input from my team,” replied Ashley, looking straight into Leng’s eyes to show him she’s serious.

Kai Leng pursed his lips, nodding in approval. After being sidelined for so long, he was surprised that an Alliance officer actually bothered to treat him as something more than a weapon.
“What you described is the 101 of Low Intensity Terrorism. Hire thugs, hit his contacts, make them turn on him, limit his movements. Herd him where you want him.”

Ashley nodded. She looked at Garrus, who gave her a short nod. She took a big breath.

“You have the files, Leng. I need ideas about targets. I’ll try to find... thugs. And some biotic.” She turned towards Anderson. “This is it, general,” Ashley said with a shrug and a meaningful glance.
Anderson understood and pondered, stone-faced. He had all the information. He had to make the call to authorize an operation that was not approved by high command, led by a disgraced officer against a renegade agent and his crew. They had no support, no budget, and no equipment. Nobody would be able to help them out if they got into trouble. Impossible odds.

Anderson nodded. “I’ll make some calls.”
* * * * *
The migraines were getting worse. Most of the time it was either dull or tolerable, but sometimes Miranda felt a throbbing pressure in her temples, which made her clench her teeth. On those bad occasions she would rush to move when Liara ordered her around just to avoid any extra pain or display of aggression from the asari.
After the routine of going through those embarrassing poses, walking her around on all fours, on the leash, or sit around in poses displaying her best features while Liara was doing something else, she really felt like the asari was taking the whole pet thing literally.

Liara had a small room behind Dr. Michel’s med bay, where she kept her research data she worked on, before meeting Shepard and abandoning it. A terminal, relics, notes, boxes scattered the room. When she wasn’t in Shepard’s cabin and bothered to acknowledge Miranda’s presence, she took her to her little room. That involved walking her across the mess hall, showing her off to the crew hanging out at the canteen in the meantime, always in revealing, almost-nothing sexy outfits. The crew was giving them cheers, making remarks about Miranda and complimenting Liara.
Liara even had a little place set up for Miranda in the other room, which involved some blankets and pillows at the foot of the desk, where Miranda was supposed to kneel or lie about if Liara allowed it. She wanted to spy on the asari as much as she could, figure out what has she been doing on the terminal, what notes she took, anything, but they were slowly winning the exhaustion game on her. The irregular rests, the lashings, all the physical abuse were taking a toll on her willpower and her ability to concentrate. She had no energy left to plot anything. She was strong, but it was always a one-sided game. The best she could do was hold on as long as possible and make it harder for them to wear her down.
When a stronger migraine hit her, it was even harder. She had to concentrate just to listen to Liara and avoid the lashings. When she complained about the headaches, the asari dismissed them as ways to avoid the training. She flogged her a few times before she stopped complaining.
And then one very bad day she was kneeling before the couch in Shepard’s room, between Liara’s legs after another session of humiliation and good deal of lashing. Her back and ass was still burning from the flail, and she was eating the asari out. She could only use her hands when permitted, otherwise she had to put them behind her back, like this time. She was handcuffed a couple of times before she gave up fighting and realized she’s better off if she complies. It was more comfortable.
She wanted to make Liara cum before the pain from the lashings went away and she was left alone with the throbbing migraine again, when she couldn’t pay attention. She was panting hard, which helped with the pressure in her skull and also washed the smooth blue mounds in hot breath, which made Liara gasp in pleasure.
She licked between her folds, tasting her moisture, spreading it up and out from her cleft. She pressed the tip of her tongue against her peak, stretching her tongue out thin and twirled around her folds. Ashley loved that, she thought for a moment, and closed her eyes, trying to imagine her in place of the asari. It almost worked, although the scent and the taste was different, and Ash was stronger, her muscles firmer and she would grip her hair—
Liara clasped her head between her thighs, squeezing tightly, trapping Miranda against her rocking, grinding lap as she was nearing her release, gasping and moaning louder. Miranda was actually grateful for the pressure, it eased her migraine, and helped her really go down on the asari. Ashley wasn’t this rough, she thought as she slid her wet tongue along her soft, blue flesh, drinking her in, sucking her petals into her mouth, and letting Liara grind her azure against her. A few more tugging with the suction of her lips and she felt muscles relaxing and tensing against her mouth, pressing down deeper to push Liara over.
She came gushing, shuddering as she gripped Miranda hard with her legs, letting out a long, deep moan while her juices flowed and trickled out, and she had to drink it up before Liara made her lick it off the couch. She tasted different than Ashley, she thought, feeling miserable for a few seconds before the asari’s writhing and the dull headache distracted her. She should be grateful for it, she thought. The hard treatment and the pain all turned her thoughts away from the anguish she felt because of Ashley. She could not look in her eyes the last time Shepard called her. She was starting to wish they never meet again. She couldn’t face her after what has been done to her.
Liara was panting hard, the small trembles signaling the aftershocks of her orgasm. The grip of her thighs on her head was getting softer. She was trapped until the asari let her go. She breathed long and deep to ease her discomfort, warming Liara’s blue lap. She was already starting to think like a slave, she realized. She was slowly giving up, and she didn’t know how long she would be able to hold herself together.
When Liara released her with a satisfied sigh, she slumped down, back on her heels and rested her head on the edge of the couch. The room felt cooler after the firm asari thighs warming her skin. The coolness was welcome, but the headache started to return. It would have been so interesting to fool around with an asari maiden, under different circumstances. There’s a fantasy ruined, she thought.
“Well done, pet,” Liara gasped, patting her roughly on the head. She caught her breath slowly, watching Miranda with hazy eyes. “I think it’s time to reward you for your good behavior lately.” She purred, brushing her hair out from her face. “You would like that, huh? Get a little taste of the pleasures awaiting you?”

Miranda just wanted to lie down and press her temple against a cold surface.

“I really don’t—” she tried to protest, but the asari slid off the couch and pushed Miranda face first onto the seat, firmly parting her thighs apart as she knelt on the floor. Liara sighed, caressing the pale, perfectly round ass lovingly. The fading pink marks of the leather flail just highlighted her curves, and her attention drifted to the smooth mound of Miranda's sex between her muscular cheeks.
“You’re beautiful, pet,” Liara cooed, and touched Miranda’s mound, gently sliding her fingers between her thighs, reaching her pubes, softly cupping her sex in her palm. Miranda still jolted from the first touch, not sure if she should expect pain or caress. She pressed her cheek against the smooth surface of the couch, her hands resting on both sides of her head.

“Please—” she whispered. She wanted to rest. “You don’t have to—”

“Hush, puppy,” Liara growled. “You deserve this.”

She started to rub her mound with one hand, stroking her ass with the other. Miranda wiggled herself into a more comfortable position, spreading her thighs a bit and pushing her ass out to slide into the asari’s palm easier. Liara took it as encouragement, and started to rub her palm against her slit, fingers massaging her flesh, one fingertip going exploring for he clit.
Miranda groaned, but it wasn’t pleasure. She shifted her position to avoid more discomfort and not because she enjoyed it. Liara’s hand was firm, but she was not really trying to give pleasure to Miranda. She wanted to get pleasure from working the human female’s so enticing pussy, enjoying the texture, her petals, the folds hiding her clit, the moisture. It was how she imagined Miranda should take pleasure.
After a few minutes, she still wasn’t getting hot. Her sex got more moist but more from the physical contact. She did get more sensitive and blood was rushing to her lap, it was just not doing anything for Miranda. She tried to moan and groan and move her hip a little bit, but she was not that good at faking it, especially with a headache.
She felt when the asari started to lose her patience. She learned the small nuances quite well now. Liara was enjoying fondling her ass, she worked herself up a bit again, as she knelt next to Miranda on the floor, but she also knew that Miranda should be all hot and bothered by now, as she usually was, when Shepard or Miranda gave her a similar treatment. But her pet was not getting drenched.
She growled impatiently and grabbed her leg, flipped her onto her back on the couch, lifting her legs above her head and started to work her blue fingers earnestly against Miranda’s damp entrance. Miranda hissed and jerked, trying to relax, spreading her legs a bit to give better access, anything to ease the discomfort.
“Please, Liara,” she whispered again, trying to look at her. “My head— it’s not—”

Liara growled, hushing her. She grabbed Miranda’s leg with her left hand, holding it vertically, while she pressed a finger against the muscles of her entrance. She was twisting her finger and pushing in. Miranda groaned, trying to relax. It was not working.

“Guh, please. Stop—”
Liara pushed inside her with a firm move. It didn’t cause pain, but it was uncomfortable, she wasn’t ready. She jerked, and tensed, feebly reaching between her legs, trying to take Liara’s hand and ease it a bit. Liara snarled, and despite Miranda’s hands, she pushed deeper and started fingering her roughly.
“Stop, please. It hurts. Liara, please,” she whined, but the asari was determined to push through the pain until she got wet enough and turn it into pleasure. It wasn’t happening. Miranda started crying out, body jerking. She didn’t care about punishment, she just grabbed Liara’s hand and squeezed it to pull her out, in vain.
That’s when Liara really flipped out. She stabbed inside Miranda a few more times, out of pure anger, roughly, then yanked her hand free with a frustrated, almost hysterical growl. Tears were gathering in her eyes, and she whined, on the verge of crying. Miranda collapsed back on the couch, letting her legs slip down to the floor, cupping her sex with both hands, choking back tears as she bit her lip.
Liara looked like the girl who tried very hard to make something nice to somebody else, but the present got ruined.

“Why are you not happy?!” the asari cried, slamming her hand down on the couch, next to Miranda’s shoulder, which made her jump a bit, afraid Liara was going to hit her. “I’m doing you a favor, you ungrateful bitch!” she sobbed, slamming her fist down on the seat again. “You should be more thankful!”
That was when she grabbed her hair, and pulled her off the couch, onto the floor. Miranda’s hands flew to the hand grabbing her hair to ease the pain as she slid to the floor. She pulled her legs up, turning sideways to pull away. Liara somehow got hold of the flail again, and with quickly increasing anger, she started lashing her wherever she could, down her thighs, her hips, ribs, back.

“Is this how you thank me, you little bitch, huh? I should throw you to the crew! You should show more gratitude!” Liara screamed as she showered Miranda with lashes.
Miranda was writhing on the floor, trying to cover herself with her hands, reaching out to stop the barrage, screaming and begging her to stop.

“I’m sorry, Liara! I’m sorry!” she sobbed after a few minutes, when nothing else worked, as she slowly crawled away from the raging asari. “I’m really sorry! Please stop!”

“Liara!” Shepard’s voice came from the door. He walked up to her and grabbed her wrist before she could strike again. Liara whined in frustration, tears streaking down her face. She fought a little, but Shepard held her hand and shoulder, and pulled the naked asari maiden to his chest, hugging her tightly. Liara was sobbing in frustration.

“Why doesn’t she like me? She’s not happy, Shepard! How can she not like me? You said she was into girls. What’s wrong with her?!” she wailed into Shepard’s chest. He was hushing her, hugging her close, whispering soothing words into her frills.

“It’s all right, doll. Let it all out, girl. Don’t worry, Liara. It’s okay.”
Miranda meanwhile was a moaning, sobbing mess on the floor, one hand grabbing the edge of the bed, holding onto something she could squeeze while the burning pain washed over her. Her pale skin was turning red everywhere. She couldn’t stop groaning, the headache and the flailing amplifying each other. Her hair fell across her face, hiding her from them as she tried to stop moving and stay in a position that didn’t hurt much.
By the time she pulled herself together, the room was quiet, no crying, complaining, whining. No movement, no noises. She still couldn’t raise her head, but at least her skin was cooling down. She needed some softness, a little warmth. She knew she was not supposed to do it, but she crawled onto the bed and curled into a ball in the middle of the blankets.

“Quite the firecracker, isn’t she?”

She jolted, and tried to turn her head towards Shepard’s voice. He was still in the room. She could only groan, the migraine receding a little bit, but the exhaustion was kicking in. She didn’t know how much time has passed.
“Yes, she’s adorable,” she mumbled, trying to open her eyes.

“She is” Shepard said with a dreamy voice. He sat down on the bed, his weight denting the mattress, making it bounce a little. “You should have seen her, when we first met.”

“Before you did the same thing to her?” Miranda spat, at least she tried. She went for sarcastic but her voice came out as sulking.

“Oh, no. I did no such thing. This is all her” he said the last part proudly.

Miranda looked up at him from under her hair and eyelashes, squinting. That was the best she could do. She was still balled up, clutching a blanket in her fists, as if she were to release it, she would fall into more pain.
“I’m happy for you guys. I feel like a third wheel. I should probably leave.”

Shepard chuckled, tilting his head to look at Miranda. Ignoring her misery, he absently started to brush her hair from her face to look at her better.

“She was this gray little mouse. A regular geek girl, up to her neck in ancient history and research. Shy as a violet.” He actually sighed in nostalgia. Miranda glared at him. She would not ask the obvious question. She wanted to kill him with her gaze.
He waited a bit, running his hand along Miranda’s shoulder and arm, slipping his palm to her thigh and absently stroking it. When she didn’t speak, he continued.

“I didn’t hurt her. I wasn’t even interested in her. Not after—” he waved in front of him, before patting her thigh again. “You know. After you guys. I was done with chicks for a while.”

“Bummer.”

Shepard frowned at her but she could see that he did not take it as an insult. He was amused. His hand caressed the red welts on her ass.
“She came on to me. Like a schoolgirl in love. All big-eyed and flustered. Totally clueless.” He laughed at the memory, then shrugged. “She is really smart. Really. Just emotionally, she is like a child. So I showed her everything. Opened her eyes. Didn’t lift a finger. I just fucked her. Fucked her really hard and a lot of times. I fucked her brains out. She was begging for it. Ah, yes.”
Miranda felt disgusted. They never figured out, how a scientist, like Liara ended up with Shepard and became this force of nature. They only knew he was sent to pick her up on Therum and bring her to Mars to study the prothean ruins. And then it all got fuzzy, until now. In normal circumstances, Miranda would have been happy to get ahold of this information, a piece of the Shepard-puzzle. Now she could only glare at him.
Shepard looked into her eyes, and chuckled at the hatred radiating from them. He patted her hip playfully. “Maybe I should do the same to you, hmmm? I know you get more and more accommodated during our— midnight snacks.” His hand slid down to her ankle, leaving her skin tingle in its wake. She wished she had the strength to claw his eyes out.

“Not now, honey. I have a migraine,” she moaned and tried to pull away.
Shepard laughed and wrapped his hand around her ankle, gently pulling at her leg.

“I’m sure Liara would be upset—” she tried again.

“I sent her away to cool off. It’s alright,” he said quietly and started to pull her body gently towards the edge of the bed. He stretched her out on her back, letting her legs dangle down to the floor from the knee down. She feebly tried to cover her torso, but Shepard took her wrists.
“Relax, Miranda, it’s gonna be fine,” he smiled, looking at her face as he pulled her arms away from her chest and laid her arms along her body, her wrists down on both sides of her hip.
Miranda was anything but relaxed, but she was also too tired to struggle. She turned her head to one side, resting her chin on her shoulder and closed her eyes. As soon as Shepard’s lips touched her thigh above her knees, she gasped. She couldn’t move even if she wanted to, but she would have squirmed a little as the kisses traveled up towards her lap. She took several deep breaths, not just to try and chase away the headache, but to keep calm.

“What—” she gasped. By then Shepard was tasting her other thigh, leaving warm, damp spots on her skin as he reached her hip. “Don’t—”
It was too late. Shepard pressed his lips just above her patch of pubic hair and started to lick and kiss upwards, towards her navel. Miranda’s eyes rolled back and she let out a moan. Her torso tensed up, arching her back, abdomen pressing against the kisses, her muscles trembling slightly. Her legs twitched involuntarily and she heard Shepard chuckle, his breath caressing her skin as well.
With all the exhaustion and abuse, Miranda was losing her battle to keep her wits, letting out shuddering sighs, trying to move her hands in Shepard’s grip.

“Please—” she moaned, her thoughts quickly scattering. The migraine seemed to be fading and she was not really sure what she begged for, but she whispered it again, maybe that would jog her memory. “Puh-please—” Was it stop? Or don’t stop?
She gasped when the first kiss landed on her mound. She was still aware that the hands holding her down belonged to her captor, that the strong grip would not let her go and that it was stubble that grated against her smooth skin, but the touches were so soothing to her scattered mind and her weary body that she was slowly letting go.
Warm lips found her folds and made out with her soft flesh, a tongue lashing between her petals and she took a shuddering breath again, tears springing to her eyes. The headache was almost gone and finally, finally the touches were soft and gentle. She melted into the bed as stubble tickled her mound, and his tongue licked her sex open, coating her soft flesh in warm wetness. The hand on her right wrist started to slide up her arm slowly, and as he lapped closer and deeper against her entrance, the hand gently cupped her breast and made her moan again.

“Please...”
Miranda drifted away, let the gentle waves of building pleasure carry her, the touch firm but careful on her breast, thumb brushing across her nipple. “Please...”

She felt his hot breath on her mound as he eagerly lapped her pussy, the tip of his tongue drawing circles around her hole, or flicking her clit up and down. Her legs twitched when he touched something sensitive, parting a bit more, her whole body shifting, curves rolling. Her right hand slid up his arm that fondled her breast. First she wanted to push him away, but now she just held onto his arm. “Please...”
Then she felt him shifting his weight around, letting her go completely for a few seconds. She should have tried to roll away. She will, but first she should catch her breath—

He gripped her left arm above her elbow, his other hand going back to her breast and she felt being pulled a bit lower and then something warm and hard rubbed against her mound. She looked down, between her breasts, and saw Shepard’s erection as it slid up and down along her cleft, coating the underside with their juices, parting her mound gently, the tip glistening with a drop of precum.
Miranda gripped his forearm that fondled her breast and watched the sight almost as mesmerized, as he was staring down at her body, seemingly unable to stop fondling her breast.

“Please, Shepard...” she gasped.

“Sssh, it will be all right,” he whispered back, rubbing her nipple again with his thumb, that made Miranda throw her head back between the blankets with a moan.

“Please...” Miranda moaned, possibly to ask him to go on. She didn’t know. It was so pleasant in the bed, the stress of somebody hurting her or making her uncomfortable gone. She could certainly use a little—
“Ah, god!” she gasped when she felt pressure at her damp entrance, something round and warm and firm pushing her muscles apart, sinking in slowly. It was a familiar size and hardness and still better because she was prepared for it, not like in the middle of the night. She was still restrained and could do nothing about it, but she actually needed that rush of heat and adrenaline that seemingly spread from her pussy being pushed open.
There was another sob when he slipped inside her, the head of his cock passing her entrance, and it was easier after that. She squeezed his arm harder, and gasping out with every thrust, she stared wide-eyed into his eyes, like she was in shock. Her breast swayed gently, the perfect, round shape bouncing up and down, nipple standing hard, her other nipple trapped under his thumb.
Miranda picked up the rhythm and tried to stay with it as much as her strength allowed it, wanting so very bad to get release. She was whispering her pleas constantly, while Shepard smiled down at her and assured her that it was okay. His cock was so firm, nestled inside her, filling her, stretching her walls, it felt like sin. She almost felt every bump and muscle and vein as his hot, throbbing cock slid along her wetness, rubbing her front walls harder. He kept their pose, keeping himself at arm’s length from her to be able to enjoy watching her body.
And then he started pumping with harder thrusts, but still slowly, sensing her excitement building. She was moaning louder, taking shallow breaths in between, rolling her head back and closing her eyes slowly.

“Please... huhhh, please...” she shuddered, her whole body tensing up and she started to cum. It was not a wild, earth shattering, thrashing and flailing kind of release, but a long, constant tremble that seized her body and made her lock up in a slightly arched pose and shiver uncontrollably. She leaned her head back completely, mouth open and a gasping, long, long moan escaped her. The first time she experienced orgasm since her capture. Seemed like forever.
Her sex squeezed and released around his cock, giving him a firm massage, and he fucked her through her orgasm, letting her silky-soft, wet flesh push him over the edge. He thrust deep inside her, his balls spanking her ass, gripping her perfect, pale breast hard and cock throbbing, muscles twitching he pumped his hot load deep.
Miranda let out a sigh and all strength left her, just lying under Shepard while he finished, trying to catch her breath. The headache was gone for now, and realization will come later. Then she would ball up, pulling a blanket close to her chest, her sex still throbbing from the memory and juices trickling down her thighs, and crying silently, thinking about how weak she was. She would feel shame that she enjoyed it. All the while, Shepard would lie next to her on his back, one arm around her and whisper soothing words into her hair, with a satisfied smile on his face.
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