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He's here. Here inside me. I can show him to you if you'd like.

I know what you want, Shepard. The things she won't do. I could do them for you.

Liara's eyes snapped open, and she jolted up from her mattress. Vivid memories from the past floating up from her subconscious. Painful, and yet perhaps preferable to the other things she had been seeing in her sleep recently.

It took her a moment to regain her bearings, but as soon as she looked down to the foot of the bed, and saw the flaccid – but still sizable – cock between her legs, she remembered it all.

By the time it was finished, Specialist Traynor had used her hands, lips, and tongue to bring Liara to a climax three times. It was only then, after the voracious human has swallowed down three of Liara's massive loads of cum, that Liara had finally the stiffness between her legs start to ease. And after three mind-blowing orgasms, each one driving her to even greater heights of ecstasy than the last, Liara had barely been able to stand. As Traynor had used her tongue on the floor again, licking up the drops of cum that had spilled out of her mouth down onto the deck, Liara had stumbled over to her bed and immediately fallen asleep.

Liara looked around her quarters for any sign of Traynor, but the communications specialist had left at some point while Liara dozed. Rising up from her bed, Liara stood shakily on her feet.

Goddess, what had happened to Sam? Liara thought to herself, an image in her mind of the panting and desperate woman fingering herself as she swallowed down as much of Liara's pulsing, sensitive length as she could manage. Completely unlike the professional, but slightly awkward, woman she had come to know over the last few years. What could have driven her to commit such depraved acts?

Stop pretending you don't know, Little Wing, said the voice of her long-departed mother in her head. Ever since Shepard freed you from that containment field, you've seen enough examples of it to know the telltale signs of someone not in control of their own mind.

But she didn't want to accept it. The possibility that her act of weakness and foolishness, and the cum she had shot into Traynor's face as a result, might have had an influence on Traynor's mind. That she could have warped her comrade and friend's desires in such a drastic way filled her with an overwhelming sense of guilt. After all, if the semen generated by the Prothean's changes to her anatomy could create that sort of effect on anyone... would she truly be any better than the Reapers who had enslaved so many to their cause?

Even now, as she thought about Traynor hungrily licking up cum from the floor, her ass bobbing up in the air as she bent down, Liara could feel the massive cock between her legs start to pulse with blood at the obscenely erotic image. Furiously, Liara drove the image from her mind. She cursed herself for her weakness, for not being able to keep her own desires in check.

Just as she was trying to decide her next course of action, she heard a quiet beeping sound from her personal terminal. Sitting down, she gasped as she saw the sender of the message: Specialist Traynor.

Liara,

We reached our destination while you were asleep. Shepard and the rest of the senior staff will

be meeting in ten minutes to discuss what our next course of action is. I know that Shepard

relieved you of your duties, but I can't imagine he would object to your presence.

Sam

That was it. Simply business, with no mention of what had happened earlier. For a moment, Liara allowed herself to hope that the sexual frenzy that had overtaken Sam earlier was only a temporary effect. Perhaps she had even forgotten about the events in Liara's office after the semen's mind-altering influence had abated. Liara couldn't know for certain, but she allowed herself to hope.

Regardless, now she had somewhere to be. Quickly, Liara went over to the pile of loose-fitting clothing that Traynor had brought, trying on several pieces until she found a top and pants that fit her well enough without pressing too tightly against her... anatomy. Once she had slipped on her boots, she stepped out of the office and out onto the main floor of Deck 3.

As she made her way towards the lift, she spotted Dr. Michel heading in her direction. "Liara, if you have a moment," the red-headed human doctor called out.

"Actually, I'm on my way to a meeting with the senior staff," Liara informed her. "I only have a minute or two, I'm afraid."

"I see," Dr. Michel said. "Well, perhaps you can see me afterward. Now that we're not going right to the Citadel, I thought I might conduct some more tests on you here on the Normandy. I know we don't have the sort of technology they have back on the Citadel, but perhaps we can still try to find out more about what the Protheans have done to you and Samara."

Liara nodded. "That sounds like a good idea, doctor," she said. "Like I said, I am busy right now, but I'm certain Samara would be happy to assist you."

Dr. Michel furrowed her brow. "I am sure you are correct, but I'm afraid I have been unable to locate our justicar guest. I stopped by the observation bay where Shepard had allowed her to settle in, but she was not there. Nor was she anywhere else on this deck, as far as I could tell."

"Strange," Liara said. For a moment, fear crept into her mind. If Samara was feeling the same cravings that Liara had been earlier... perhaps she had been driven to find some way to satisfy her own urges as well.

But Liara dismissed the notion quickly. Samara was a strong-willed woman. With so many more centuries of life experience than Liara, there was no way that Samara would submit to the influences of the Prothean device as easily as Liara had.

Recovering her senses and realizing that Dr. Michel was staring at her, Liara gave her a smile. "Well, if Samara is indisposed, I'd be happy to assist you, doctor. Once the meeting is finished, I'll stop by the med-bay first thing."

"Thank you, Liara," Dr. Michel said. "I'm particularly interested in taking a closer look at the semen being produced by your altered anatomy. I'm hopeful I might be able to collect a sample when you visit."

"A... sample?" Liara said doubtfully. Her mind immediately went to the last time she had... extracted a sample of her own semen, and the effect it had had on poor Specialist Traynor.

Dr. Michel gave Liara a warm smile. "Not to worry, Liara. I'm sure you feel awkward at the thought of it, but I promise that I will make the process as comfortable for you as possible."

"Oh, that's not what I'm concerned about, doctor," Liara said. "I'm just worried that... well, let's just say that I'm quite interested in studying the properties of my semen as well. But I fear that exposure to it may have some odd side-effects."

"Really?" Dr. Michel arched an eyebrow. "Such as what?"

Liara shook her head, not wanting to disclose the gory details of what had transpired in her quarters. "We can talk about it more later. Right now I need to get going."

"Of course, Liara," Dr. Michel said. "I'll be in the med-bay when you're ready to help me with my tests."

Saying her goodbyes, Liara continued her path to the Normandy's main lift. As the doors slid open, Liara found herself face-to-face with her fellow Prothean-experiment sufferer. "Samara?" she asked with mild surprise.

"Hello, Liara," Samara said, smiling that serene smile of hers as she stepped out of the lift. "I was just going to get myself something to eat. How are you feeling?"

"Fine, fine," Liara said, driving away the images of cum dripping down Traynor's lips as she feverishly sucked the head of Liara's prick. "I had some sleep and I've been feeling much better. And yourself?"

"I am doing well," Samara said. The response wasn't unusual, but something about the way Samara spoke was... odd.

Liara gave her a questioning look. As much as she didn't want to believe that Samara could fall prey to the urges brought on by the Prothean device, she couldn't discount the possibility entirely. "Are you quite certain?" she asked, remembering the sight of Samara in the observation deck with her legs crossed and her cock hanging out of her pants. "You haven't been feeling strange at all?"

"No, I cannot say that I have been," Samara said. "Although to be honest, I've spent most of my time here on the Normandy in deep meditation on the observation deck. So perhaps there are some symptoms of our condition that I haven't been aware of."

"Really?" Liara asked. She hated to do this, but the idea that Samara might be spreading the mind-altering cum was a disturbing one. "Because Dr. Michel says she hasn't seen you on the observation deck. Where have you been, if you don't mind me asking?"

Liara was worried that Samara would be offended by the question, but Samara simply smiled. "I am just returning from the engineering deck. Jack called me down to talk about old times."

"That's right," Liara said. "You two did serve together on the Normandy before."

"She has changed so much since then," Samara said. "The anger she carried around for so long seems to have abated greatly over the years. She even asked if I might teach her some meditation techniques that she could pass on to her students when she returned to her school." She gestured towards the mess hall. "I was just taking a break to get something to eat before I continued my lessons with Jack. She is... quite an eager student."

Liara let out her held breath. Goddess, what had she been thinking? Believing that Samara could have given in to her urges so easily. "Well, I'm glad to hear that at least this ordeal has given you a chance to connect with old friends," Liara said.

"Yes," Samara replied, her smile twitching slightly, almost seeming to turn into a smirk. "She and I have... quite enjoyed connecting."

"Well, I have a meeting I need to get to, so I suppose we can talk later," Liara said. Starting to head towards the lift, she remembered her previous conversation and hesitated. "Oh, and if you have a moment to spare, I know that Dr. Michel is looking to obtain a sample of our semen in order to conduct some tests."

Samara nodded. "I hate to leave Jack waiting, but I might try to stop by and assist the doctor in her studies."

Liara passed Samara and entered into the lift. By the Goddess, Samara was such a strong woman. Seeing her resisting her desires in the face of such overwhelming temptation made Liara feel all the more ashamed of giving in to her urges earlier. Well, no more. From now on, she resolved to resist any further temptations that might come her way. She would take strength in Samara's example, and hopefully that would be enough for her to last until they arrived at the Citadel.

As the door opened up onto Deck 2, Liara's new resolve was immediately tested. Traynor turned away from her station by the CIC and smiled. "There you are!" she said. "The meeting will be starting soon. We should probably be getting to the conference room right away."

"Specialist Traynor. Sam, wait..." Liara called out, but Traynor seemed to pay her no mind as she walked briskly over to the conference room door.

Liara sighed. She wasn't entirely surprised at Traynor's reaction. If Liara's theory was correct, and the effects of her cum had worn off, then Traynor was most likely feeling a great deal of embarrassment at what had occurred. No doubt she was avoiding the conversation they were going to be forced to have at some point, and Liara had no intention of forcing the matter at this moment. For now, Liara decided, it was probably best to proceed with business as usual.

She followed Traynor into the conference room, to find Shepard, Ash, and the Lawson sisters already waiting. "Good, we're all here," Shepard said. "Traynor, why don't you fill us all in on what we've discovered?"

"Of course, Commander," Traynor said. Liara studied her closely as she brought up a holographic display on the conference table. Searching for any signs of the lingering effects of her exposure to the semen. But Traynor seemed completely normal as she spoke. "Apologies if I put this too bluntly, Commander... but it turns out that both you and Ash were wrong. Now that we have established short-range communications with the Barton facility, it turns out that they are not under assault by batarian pirates. Nor are they suffering from something as simple as a routine technical failure. It turns out that the cause of their communications loss was something else entirely. Their current mining operations appear to have uncovered a nest of rachni."

"Rachni?" Ash said. "But I thought they've been on our side since the war?"

"The ones still under the influence of the queen, yes," Traynor explained. "But I've studied the old mission logs of the Normandy SR-1. It mentions several encounters, Shepard, that you and your team had with rachni that had been driven insane due to lack of exposure to the queen's... song, I suppose you call it."

Shepard nodded in understanding. "When we spoke with the queen, she advised us that there was no saving them," he said. "That the best course of action was to eliminate them."

"Well, from what we can gather, the nest of insane rachni discovered by the miners was located right under the power supply from the long range communications array," Traynor said. "So when the miners... woke them up, the rachni reacted by immediately digging upward and completely cutting off the facility's communications."

"Shit, so they've been fighting these things all this time?" Ash said. "How've they been holding up?"

Traynor pushed a button on the table and a display of the Barton facility's layout hovered in front of them. Several red dots indicated skirmishes with the rachni forces. "Actually... surprisingly well. Now that we've gotten close enough to establish short-range communications, I managed to get in touch with the head of the facility. He says that they've taken out the bulk of the rachni hive, with minimal causalities. Seems that being sealed underground for a while didn't exactly do wonders to the rachni's fighting abilities. From what he tells us, they have the situation mostly contained." Reaching to a corner of the table, Traynor grabbed a pile of datapads and began handing them out. "I've prepared a report based on what the facility head told me, as well as the results from several scans of the facility."

As Liara took the datapad from Traynor, their eyes met. For a moment, Liara thought she saw something there. A hint of... something, Liara wasn't sure. But it reminded her enough of the looks Traynor had given her from down on her knees, her lips wrapped around Liara's cock, that Liara suddenly felt the tube of flesh between her legs throb and swell against the inside of her pants. But Traynor quickly returned to her normal, professional demeanor, and Liara decided that it was just in her imagination.

"Still, even though it seems like the threat has mostly passed, the facility head says he's quite happy to accept assistance from us," Traynor said as she returned to her position at the table. "I'd recommend that Shepard take down a small team. Two or three, I imagine, should be more than enough to contain the last remnants of the rachni threat."

Shepard studied the report in front of him. "Looks like me and Ash will be more than enough to handle this," he said.

"You're sure, Commander?" Miranda asked, eyes down at the report as well. "It has been a while, but I wouldn't mind coming along to help you exterminate a bug or two."

"I could come as well," Liara offered, scrolling down the mundane report as she spoke. "Even in my current condition, I'm sure I could..."

As she scrolled down another page, her breath caught in her throat. It was only just now that she noticed the datapad she had been given was different from all of the other ones Traynor had passed out: it had an opaque back rather than the usual clear display that would allow anyone on the other side of the datapad to see what the holder was viewing. All the better, Liara realized, to hide what she was currently seeing on her pad.

"Liara?" Shepard said, looking over at her in concern. "Everything alright? You've not having any problems with... that?"

"No, no," Liara said, her eyes flicking over to Traynor, who stared back at her with an innocent look of concern. "Everything's just fine, Shepard," she said, trying her best to sound convincing as she looked back down at her datapad.

Displayed there, interspersed with the bland and perfunctory text, was a picture of Traynor, wearing absolutely nothing except a sultry smile. Liara quickly glanced around at the rest of the Normandy's senior staff, and from the lack of reaction they were having to the report it was obvious that the version Liara had been given was... unique.

"Well, in your current state, Liara," Shepard said as his attention returned to the report, "I don't want to take the risk of bringing you into combat. And Miranda, I want you back here in charge of the Normandy in case anything comes up while we're at the facility."

Liara tried her best to look natural, not wanting to make a big scene even as she continued scrolling through the report. As she scrolled, more and more of the text was replaced with images of Traynor. From the looks of them, they were shot in the women's shower facilities while no one else was around. Traynor sitting down on the floor with her legs spread wide, a suggestive look in her eyes as she reached down and spread herself open with her fingers. Traynor turning around and bending over, grabbing onto her asscheeks to pull them apart and put her pussy and asshole on full display. Traynor with a large dildo in her hand, her tongue stuck out to lick at the tip. Followed soon by another picture of Traynor thrusting the large fake cock into her cunt, head thrown back in a silent moan as she fucked herself with the large hunk of plastic.

Liara knew she should stop, but she couldn't keep herself from scrolling through the array of pornographic images. Between her legs, she could feel her cock pressing painfully now against the fabric of her pants, as if struggling to free itself from its cotton confines to be thrust into some wet pussy. Liara glanced up at Traynor just in time to see the Communications Specialist slowly lick her lips, while staring directly at Liara. With everyone else concentrating on the report, no one else saw the suggestive gesture except its intended audience.

The effects of the semen are definitely not temporary, Liara realized in horror.

"Well, if not me or Liara, than what about Jack?" Miranda said, a mild tone of disgust in her voice as she said the name. "God knows she wouldn't refuse the chance to get into a good fight. And I certainly wouldn't miss having her around, if I'm being completely honest."

"Under normal circumstances, a good call," Shepard said. "But I sent a message to Jack just before we started the meeting, asking if she was interested. She responded to tell me she's feeling a bit under the weather, and isn't up for a fight right now. And since she's technically not a member of our crew, it's not like I can order her to come along, so I guess it's just gonna be me and Ash."

Liara was momentarily distracted from the dirty images on her datapad. "Jack says she's sick?" Liara asked Shepard.

"Yeah, sounds like a stomach thing," Shepard said. "Must be serious if it's keeping Jack from taking the opportunity to blow away some rachni."

Liara thought back to her meeting with Samara. And wondered how exactly Jack would be able to concentrate on meditation with such a bad stomachache.

Before she could consider this further, Shepard tossed his datapad on the table. "Alright. Me and Ash will be heading down in the shuttle in thirty minutes. Hopefully we can get this situation mopped up quickly so we can set course for the Citadel as soon as possible. Miranda, you're in command while I'm gone. Everyone else, just keep to your normal routines until we return." He turned to Liara. "If you or Samara notice any unusual developments in your condition while we're gone, send me a message and I'll come back as soon as I can."

"Y... yes, Shepard," Liara said, not wanting to cause a scene while Traynor was still in the room.

Liara watched as the group filed out, Miranda and Oriana heading to their work area at the stern of the ship while the rest of them exited through the CIC door. Traynor was the last to leave, walking around the table and heading in Liara's direction. "Dr. T'Soni," she said softly, making sure to pass in front of Liara as she went. Liara held back a gasp as she felt Traynor's hand quickly run up the bulge in her pants, lingering just for a moment as Traynor made her way by. Glancing back at Liara, Traynor gave her a wink before the door to the CIC slid shut behind her.

As soon as everyone else had left, Liara immediately pulled up her omni-tool. Accessing her messaging software, she hastily typed out a message with shaking hands.

Shepard,

There's something we urgently need to discuss before you depart. I have discovered something regarding

the effects of the Prothean device that we need to talk about immediately, and in private if possible. Please

respond as soon as you receive this message. And whatever you do, do not mention this meeting to

Specialist Traynor.

Liara

Liara sent the message and waited. She only hoped that Shepard would take the time to read his messages before heading down to the shuttle bay to prepare his weapons and armor for departure. After a few moments, Liara let out a relieved sigh as she received the "New Message" notification.

Liara,

It sounds like this is really important. Meet me in the life support room in five minutes. We should have total

privacy there.

Shepard

Closing down her omni-tool, Liara made sure to also trigger the "Format and Clear" option on the datapad Traynor had given her. All of this was Liara's fault, after all, and she didn't want Traynor to suffer any further embarrassment or degradation as a result of Liara's weakness.

Stepping out into the CIC, Liara made a point to avoid making eye contact with Traynor as she walked over to the lift and headed down to Deck 3.

* * *

"Seriously, Ken. Could you stop being perverted for just ten seconds?" Gabby said, rolling her eyes as she walked alongside her horn-dog of a boyfriend.

"I'm telling you, love," Ken said assuredly. "She came down here looking for Jack. Straight up asked me where Jack was bunking these days. Now why else would a pretty little thing like the younger Miss Lawson be looking for Jack except for some... forbidden love?"

"I could think of lots of other reasons, Ken," Gabby said. "Probably because I don't spend my entire life walking around thinking about nothing except engines and sex."

Ken gave her a wide grin. "Now, be fair. I do think about other things than that. Like haggis, for an example. And also... uh... well, I'm sure there are some other things as well. I'll get back to you."

Gabby sighed wearily. "Honestly, Ken," she said, as the two of them stepped out into the Deck 4 hallway overlooking the shuttle bay. "I'm sure there's a perfectly reasonable explanation for..."

Their conversation was interrupted by the sound of the lift door opening nearby. Both of them glanced over to see Samara stepping out. She turned in their direction and looked mildly surprised at the presence. "Engineer Donnelly. Engineer Daniels," she greeted them. "I trust you are doing well today."

"Just fine," Ken said, trying his best to keep his eyes focused on Samara's own eyes, and not the t-shirt barely containing her breasts or the pants bulging under the pressure of her... anatomical changes. "Been quite a while, hasn't it? How's the... uh... justicar business going these days?" Ken asked, then let out an annoyed sound as Gabby elbowed him in the ribs.

"Things are going quite well," Samara responded. "Although you might say that recent events have given me a... new perspective on things." She smiled at them. "Well, I am certain you are both quite busy. I will not delay you any further."

Gabby let out a small laugh. "Nah, it's fine. We were just on our way to..."

But Samara was already walking past them, heading straight for the door to the starboard cargo bay. Ken watched with wide eyes as the door opened, and Samara stepped through and shut it behind her.

"Bloody hell," Ken muttered, eyes wide as he stared at the locked cargo bay door. "Seems all work and no play makes Jack a very horny girl."

Gabby shot Ken a look of pure disgust. "You've got to be kidding me, Ken. You are aware that two people who served together on the same ship for a while might want to just talk to each other, right?"

"Talk, right," Ken said with a leering grin. "Which is why Samara's giant blue banger was practically bursting out of her ruddy pants."

Gabby wondered sometimes how she put up with this guy. "So suddenly you're the expert on asari penises and how they work, huh? Honestly, if you ever took your mind out of the gutter for one second, you'd know that Samara is only in there to pay a visit to an old friend. I'm sure it's not..."

And that's when they heard the screaming. Even through the thick interior walls of the Normandy, the words were loud and clear.

FUCK, YES! GIVE IT TO ME, SAMARA! FUCK ME WITH THAT BIG FAT BLUE COCK!

Gabby stared in the direction of the cargo bay, face slack. Meanwhile, she could hear Ken giggling next to her. "Pardon me, love," he said gleefully. "Just saving up my breath for the biggest, loudest, 'I told you so' in the history of the human race."

"H...holy shit," Gabby said, as the loud screams and moans seemed to fill the entire deck. "She's only had that thing for about a day. And she's already... they're already...?"

"Now you understand, Gabby," Ken said. "It isn't my fault I spend so much time thinking about sex. It's nothing but biology, that's all."

Gabby was at a loss for words. "We... uh, we should probably give them some privacy."

"Bollocks to that," Ken said. "When are we ever gonna get a chance like this again? I wanna hear more of this."

"Ken, no!" Gabby hissed, grabbing onto his hand and trying to pull him back. But Ken ignored her, taking several steps in the direction of the starboard cargo bay. And despite herself, Gabby couldn't help but feeling the slightest bit curious as well. Reluctantly, she followed behind Ken as he walked closer to the source of the sounds.

OH, FUCK! IT'S SO FUCKING BIG! FEELS LIKE YOU'RE GONNA SPLIT ME IN HALF!

As they got closer, the low sound of rhythmic thumping could be heard. It took Gabby a second to realize it was the sound of Jack's cot being slammed against the wall, each thump another thrust of Samara's cock into the screaming Jack's twat.

Just as they were within ten feet of the door, the noise abruptly stopped. Ken and Gabby glanced at each other in confusion. "You don't suppose that they're already..." Ken started to say.

And just then, without warning, the door to the starboard cargo bay suddenly slid open. Ken and Gabby both jumped, and their eyes went wide as they saw what was on the other side of the door.

Jack stood at the door with her hip cocked, dripping with sweat and totally naked. Her hair, normally tied back into a tight ponytail, fell across her face in damp strands. Her bare chest heaved as she took in gasping breaths, staring at the two shocked Alliance engineers with a cocky grin.

"Why don't you two make yourselves fucking useful?" Jack finally said after several awkward seconds. Bending down to the floor, she grabbed several articles of her clothing and tossed them in Gabby's direction. "Get this shit cleaned for me. 'Fraid we've been making a bit of a mess in here." Glancing to her right into the cargo bay, Jack inhaled deeply and added, "And I'm a little too busy right now to do it myself. Thanks."

As the door slid shut, Ken struggled to find the words to discuss what he had just witnessed. "I... I guess she really is tattooed everywhere, huh?" he finally said to Gabby. "Think maybe you were right, though, love. Probably should leave those two alone to... Gabby?"

Ken looked over at his girlfriend to see the oddest look on her face. She was staring down at the clothes that Jack had tossed her, the crumpled articles cradled in her arms. She was inhaling deeply through her nose, her attention riveted on the stains spotting the wrinkled fabric.

"You okay, Gabby?" Ken asked. "You're looking a wee bit jaked over there."

"Don't you smell it, Ken?" Gabby said, a strange tone in her voice. None of the normal annoyance that Ken was used to out of her. Ken watched as she brought the armful of clothing up to her face, inhaling deeply. "Oh my God, Ken. It smells... amazing."

Leaning over, Ken inhaled through his nose. "I don't smell anything, love," he said. "Except Jack's sweaty undies. You feeling alright? Maybe if..."

As Ken watched, Gabby suddenly grabbed hold of a pair of Jack's panties and, without warning, brought it to her mouth and started sucking on the fabric. Ken was at a complete loss for words as he watched his girlfriend sniff and suck on each article of clothing in turn, breathing harder and harder with each new piece of cloth she brought to her mouth. By the time Gabby had frantically worked her way through the entire pile, she was gasping for breath.

"Gabby, what are you doing?" Ken finally regained his senses enough to speak up. "Are you daft or..."

Turning to Ken, Gabby grabbed him by the front of his uniform. Her voice was low and throaty as she moved in close to him. "Fuck me, Ken," she said. "I need you to fuck me."

Something about all of this was making Ken very nervous. Still... gift horses and all that. "Alright, love, if you insist," Ken said with an awkward smile. "Been a while since we snuck down into the lower engineering deck for a little fun, but I'm game."

"No," Gabby said breathily. Ken looked down in shock to realize that Gabby was working on the belt to his uniform pants. "I can't wait that long. I need you to fuck me right here, right now."

"Gabby, be serious," Ken said, trying his best to fend off his girlfriend's hands. "Do you have any idea how much trouble we would be in if somebody walked by while we were... in the act? If Shepard saw us doing something like that, we'd be court-martialed faster than you could blink."

"Shut the fuck up and fuck me, Ken," Gabby said. Grabbing him by the back of the neck, she pulled him into a long, wet kiss.

Ken's eyes went wide as he felt Gabby's tongue pushing its way into his mouth. Not that Gabby was a bad kisser, to be sure. But Ken had never felt her kiss with this much raw passion before. By the time she finally pulled away from him, he was feeling light-headed. And feeling something else as well, his erection starting to press against the crotch of his uniform pants. Suddenly, all of the perfectly good reasons why he and Gabby shouldn't fuck right in the middle of the Deck 4 hallway seemed to drift out of his mind. Replaced by the raw, undeniable need to bury himself balls-deep into Gabby's tight, wet hole.

Ken's hands fell away from Gabby's, allowing her to unfasten his pants and retrieve his painfully stiff erection from inside the restrictive fabric. Once his cock was out, there was no use resisting anymore. Reaching down to Gabby's waist, Ken quickly undid her own pants and slid them and her panties down to her ankles. Gabby lifted her feet to allow him to pull her lower garments completely away, his girlfriend seemingly unconcerned about standing completely bottomless in the middle of one of the Normandy hallways.

Holding up Gabby's garments, Ken saw that his girlfriend's panties were already soaked with her juices, and looking down he saw a slick trail dripping down her inner thighs. Tossing away the pants and underwear, Ken quickly grabbed Gabby underneath her bare thighs and lifted her up. Soon her back was pressed against the window looking out onto the shuttle bay, and Ken was between her legs and thrusting himself inside of her.

In all of his years of secretly lusting after his partner in the engine room, and even in the time after that when they had both confessed their feelings, Ken could never remember wanting this woman as hard as he did right now. In his current state, he didn't care if Shepard and his entire senior staff walked in on them right now. Nothing could stop him from fucking this gorgeous woman as hard as he could.

Looking past Gabby's shoulder, he could see Shepard's shuttle being prepared for the trip down to the Barton facility. If any of the crew down there were to look up for just a second, they would see Gabby's bare ass pressed against the window, leaving a sweaty trail as Ken fucked her with every last ounce of his energy. It should have made Ken nervous about all of this, but instead it only made him more eager to pound Gabby's twat with his cock, his balls slapping against her ass as he fucked her in the middle of the hallway.

"That's it, Ken," Gabby moaned. "Fuck me harder. Make me feel that cock. Spill all of your cum inside my wet pussy."

Ken gasped for breath as he continued thrusting. He had never once heard Gabby talk like this before. The most he had ever gotten out of her in bed was some light moans, and one or two whispered "yes"'s if he was doing exceptionally well. But whatever had come over Gabby had caused her to start engaging in the filthiest, most obscene talk possible. The only interruption to her stream of vulgar urging was when he kissed her again, feeling that same sensation of light-headedness as his tongue met hers.

Suddenly, in the middle of their frantic fucking, both of them heard a gasp nearby. They turned to see one of the members of the engineering crew, a young redheaded bird fresh out of the Academy whose name Ken didn't immediately recall, staring at them with a mortified expression. "I... I'm sorry," she quickly muttered. "I didn't mean to... I'll go check on the power couplings in the..."

"Wait," Gabby said. "Put me down for a second, Ken," she said, and Ken immediately complied. Walking over to the shocked young ensign, still naked from the waist down, Gabby gave her a friendly smile. "What's your name again, honey?"

"I'm so sorry. Please, I won't tell anyone about..." the ensign quickly started to say.

Gabby made a shushing sound until the ensign finally stopped babbling. "It's okay. You're not going to get into trouble. Just tell me your name."

"Burnham, ma'am," the ensign finally said, averting her eyes from her half-naked superior officer. "Ensign Victoria Burnham."

"Victoria Burnham," Gabby said, her voice still as dreamy and distant as it had been since Jack had tossed her the clothes. "Where have I heard that name before?" Looking over at Ken, she gave him a wry smile. "Oh, that's right. I believe it was when you were talking with someone up in the mess hall, Ken. About which member of the crew you would most like to have join in on a threesome with you and me."

"Ah," Ken said, the buzz in his head fading somewhat, even if his cock was still as hard as ever. "I may have said something like that, yeah."

Turning her attention back to Victoria, Gabby smirked at her. "Well, now, Ensign Burnham. Seeing as how we're all here, and the two of us are in the mood... how would you like to join us?"

A look of panic came across Victoria's face. "I... no, I... Not that the two of you aren't... but I've got a husband back home. I could never..."

Ken watched in shock as, without warning, Gabby grabbed Victoria and locked her in a deep, open-mouthed kiss. Part of him felt like he should be putting a stop to this, but the part of him that was currently jutting out of his open fly made him just stand and watch as his girlfriend made out with another woman in front of him.

Victoria struggled against Gabby's kiss for a few seconds, her hands lightly pounding against Gabby, before she suddenly went limp, her arms dropping to her sides. By the time Gabby pulled away, the terrified expression had left Victoria's face. Replaced with the same dreamy, almost drunken expression that Ken had seen on Gabby's face after she had gotten a good smell of Jack's dirty laundry.

"Changed your mind about joining us, Ensign Burnham?" Gabby said suggestively.

Victoria answered by turning her eyes to focus on Ken's cock. Ken watched in surprise as the pretty young ensign walked over to him, sunk slowly down to her knees, and took the base of his cock in her hand. She bit her lip as she stroked Ken's cock, still dripping with Gabby's pussy juices, before opening her mouth and wrapping her lips around his length.

Sometime later, Victoria was on her hands and knees in the middle of the hallway, her uniform pants pulled down to bare her ass and allow Ken to fuck her from behind. Victoria would have no doubt been moaning in pleasure, if her mouth wasn't currently busy between Gabby's legs, lapping at her superior officer's twat in hungry abandon.

In the middle of their furious rutting, the three of them heard the starboard cargo bay door slide open. They turned to see Jack again, just as naked as before, but now joined by an equally-nude Samara, her giant blue cock glistening with Jack's juices.

"You know, as hot as it is to see you three fucking on the floor," Jack observed, "maybe you might want to take that somewhere a bit more private." She glanced over at Samara with a smirk. "And I think we know just the place, don't we?"

"If you would like, we would be quite happy to have you... join us," Samara said, while stroking the cock between her legs suggestively.

Ken, Gabby, and Victoria all exchanged glances between each other, each wanting to make sure that the others were thinking the same thing.

As it turned out, they all were. And whatever articles of clothing they were still wearing were quickly removed and flung down on the hallway floor, as the three of them eagerly rushed naked through the cargo bay door, and it slid shut behind them.

* * *

Sitting at the desk that Miranda had set up for her in their shared work area, Oriana stared down at the silver heart-shaped locket lying in front of her.

"Ori, do you have that report ready on the South American reconstruction financials?" she dimly heard Miranda asking her.

"Yeah, it's on the server," Oriana quietly responded. At the moment, she was remembering what Shepard had said in the meeting about Jack feeling sick. Oriana had a sneaking suspicion that it wasn't any sort of physical ailment that was afflicting Jack, though. In her mind she still saw the look on Jack's face after Oriana had called their relationship a "casual thing." Dammit, Jack. Why'd you have to complicate things like this? Why'd you have to make this about something more than just sex? Why did you have to let me know that you were falling in love with me like this?

And why'd you have to make me start to wonder if maybe I felt the same way?

"Ori? You okay?" Miranda said. As she heard her sister approach, Oriana quickly hid the locket underneath some paperwork.

"Yeah, Randa, I'm fine," Oriana quickly said, looking up at Miranda and forcing a smile to her face.

"You sure? Lately you've been sounding a little weird," Miranda said, looking down at her sister in concern. "Jack didn't bother you too much when you went to get your bracelet back, did she?"

Oriana let out an annoyed sigh. She hated how her sister was always so good at reading her moods. "I told you, Jack was fine," she said. "And I'm fine. I just... I've been thinking about a lot of things lately."

"Really? Like what, exactly?"

Oriana shook her head. "Nothing. It's nothing important. Just... just some personal stuff."

Miranda hovered over her desk for a while, shifting uncomfortably. "Ori, I know what you're going to say. And I don't want you to think I haven't enjoyed having you by my side for the past year. But I think what might be affecting your mood is that you don't have anyone else in your life right now. Maybe when we get back to the Citadel, it would be good for you to take the opportunity to meet someone. Go out, have a good time with a nice guy. As a matter of fact, Commander Williams says she knows several men who might be just perfect for..."

"It's not that, okay, Randa?" Oriana said, trying her best not to sound as annoyed as she was. "The last thing I want right now is go out on a date with some random guy."

Miranda sat on the edge of Oriana's desk. "Ori, why is it so difficult for you to keep an open mind about these things?" Miranda asked, mild exasperation in her voice. "Honestly, I don't understand why you're so resistant to the idea of..."

"Because I'm already seeing someone, okay?" Oriana blurted out. "I didn't want to make a big deal about it, but if you're going to keep being nosy about it, fine."

There was a moment of silence between them, as Miranda reacted to her sister's revelation. "Ori, that's... that's great," Miranda said, a smile of relief on her face. "I'm glad you found someone. But why haven't you told me about him?" She bit her lip. "Oh, right. Is this about the last guy you told me about? Look, I already apologized about that, and I promise I won't run any background checks on this one." The grin returned to her face, Miranda beaming at the news of her sister's relationship. "But seriously, Ori, tell me all about him. Where'd you meet him? Where'd you have your first date? I want to hear all about him."

Oriana shifted nervously in her seat. "Well, that's the thing. See... it's... it's not actually a 'him.'"

Miranda cocked her head at Oriana, looking mildly confused. "Not actually a..." she started to say, before understanding dawned on her face. "Oh... oh, Ori. I'm so sorry. I've been so stupid," Miranda said, turning away from her sister and staring down at the floor.

Looking over at her sister, Oriana reached over and placed her hand on top of Miranda's on the desk. "It's alright," she said.

"No... no, it's not. All this time, I've been trying to set you up with different men. I had no idea that you were..." Miranda turned back to Oriana, her eyes glinting slightly. "Ori, you know how much I love you. And that no matter what, all I care about is your happiness. So if you've found someone that makes you happy, I don't care who it is. A man, a woman, a human or alien. If you care about them, and truly believe that you might have a future with them, then I'll support you every step of the way."

"You sure about that?" Oriana asked.

"Absolutely," Miranda said. "So tell me all about her. Who's the gorgeous, wonderful woman that has swept my little sister off her feet, huh? Is she with the Alliance? Oh, or does she work at one of the embassies perhaps? Yes, I suppose that would make sense. We've done so much work with them helping to rebuild the planet, I suppose you might have met someone while we were..."

"It's Jack."

Miranda held up a hand. "No, no, don't give me any hints. I want to see if I can figure this one out by myself. So other than an embassy worker, who could you have had enough contact with to form a relationship with? I suppose while we were on the Citadel, you could have met someone in..."

"Randa, it's Jack."

"Please, Ori. I want to see if I can guess if..." Miranda's words died in her throat, as she finally focused on Oriana for the first time in several minutes. "What did you say?"

Oriana took a deep breath. "It's Jack, Randa. The woman I've been with... it's Jack."

"It's... you've..." Miranda stammered.

"Remember what you said, Randa," Oriana said. "You said no matter who it is, you'd support me."

Turning away from Oriana, Miranda stared at one of the walls of their workspace. For a while, she just sat there in silence, Oriana watching her expectantly for a response.

"Randa?" Oriana finally spoke up. She heard a low sound coming from Miranda. "Randa, I can't hear you. What are you..."

"Heh. Heh heh..." Oriana heard Miranda starting to chuckle, before her sister suddenly erupted into laughter. "Hahahahaha!"

Oriana stared at her sister in concern, wondering if the shocking revelation had driven Miranda completely mad.

"Oh, my God, Ori!" Miranda finally managed to say after several solid seconds of uproarious laughter, wiping at her cheeks. "Alright, you've gotten your point across. I shouldn't stick my nose into your personal business anymore," she said with a smile.

Oriana gave her sister an odd look. "What are you...?"

"I have to admit, you really had me going there for a second," Miranda said, grinning down at her sister. "If I didn't know any better, I would have almost believed you actually were in a relationship with Jack. I mean, you didn't break character for a second!"

Realizing what her sister was saying, Oriana shook her head. "Randa, I wasn't kidding. Me and Jack are really..."

"Ori, come on. I think you're taking the joke a little too far now," Miranda said. "I get it, I really do. You don't want me asking questions about your personal life, so you pretend that you're in a relationship with the person I hate the most in the entire galaxy. It was a good joke, really, and you made your point. So let's just get back to work and..."

"Listen to me," Oriana said, cutting off Miranda. "Miranda? I am not joking. I've been... I've been sleeping with Jack for almost nine months now."

The smile on Miranda's face started to slip away. "Ori, stop it. This... this isn't funny anymore."

"I know," Oriana said. "And I never wanted you to know. I knew that you might take it badly. But lately I... I think I've realized that what's been going on between me and Jack is more than just a fling. I... I think there might be something more between us."

"That's... no," Miranda said, standing up from the desk. "Oriana, you can't... she isn't.... this is crazy, Ori. Jack is crazy. She's dangerous and psychotic and... and the things she's done in the past are..."

"Are in the past, Randa," Oriana said. "And she's trying her best to atone for what she's done."

"I can't be hearing this," Miranda said, pressing her fingers to her temples. "No, this isn't possible."

Standing up, Oriana walked over to her shaken sister. "I know how crazy this must seem to you, Randa. And how hard it must be for you to believe. But Jack... she cares about me. I think she might even be in love with me. And I... I think I might be in..."

"No!" Miranda exclaimed, the vehemence in her reply causing Oriana to take a step back in shock. "Dammit, Ori, I thought you were smarter than this. Don't you see what's really happening here? This is all about Jack getting back at me. She seduced you because she knew how much it would hurt for me to find out."

"She seduced me?" Oriana asked, the volume of her voice raising to match her sister's. "I hate to break it to you, sis, but she wasn't exactly the one doing the seducing the first night we met."

"Stop," Miranda said. "Just stop. Don't say another word."

"What's wrong? Don't want to hear about how your innocent little sister goes out to clubs and picks up random women to go home with?" Oriana said, her voice caustic and angry. "Because I do, Randa. Or at least, I used to. After I met Jack, I knew I'd never meet another woman that fucks as well as she does. I've lost count of the number of times I've had my face planted between those tattooed thighs of hers. Oh, and all the other things we've done in bed together. So many dirty, nasty things. You want me to tell you all about them, Randa? About how that evil temptress Jack has corrupted your pure little sister?"

"Enough!" Miranda said. "I'm going down there right now, and I'm going to tell Jack that this whole plan of hers to get back at me is over. And that once we get back to the Citadel, I don't want to ever see her on this ship again."

"It's not your decision!" Oriana yelled after Miranda. "Jack can do whatever the fuck she wants as long as Commander Shepard lets her stay on the ship!"

Miranda whirled on Oriana, her eyes narrowed in anger. "Not if I have anything to say about it. If Jack refuses to leave, then I'll go to Shepard next. And tell him that unless he kicks Jack off the Normandy, that I'm leaving instead. And that I'm taking you with me."

"You... you wouldn't do that," Oriana said.

"I would, if it came to that. But I won't have to," Miranda said, a fiendishly triumphant smile on her face. "Because Shepard knows how valuable I am. Compared to me, Jack is nothing but a particularly talented stowaway. And if I threaten to leave, he'll gladly get rid of Jack instead. But no matter which way it goes in the end, if it's Jack leaving or if it's us two... Jack doesn't get to win."

"Randa, stop!" Oriana yelled after Miranda, but her sister was already turning and walking to the exit. "Don't do this, please!" As the door slid shut, Oriana pounded against it angrily.

* * *

Standing in the life support room, Liara stared at the throbbing orb hovering over the surface of the small table. Such an innocuous looking thing, and yet already it had been the cause of so much turmoil.

Glancing over her shoulder and looking for any sign of Shepard's arrival, Liara saw only the closed door behind her. Cautiously, willing to take the risk of testing her theory, Liara walked up to the Prothean device. Reaching out, she brought her shaking hand up to the surface of the device and touched it with her fingers.

And... nothing. Evidently the device had already done all it could to her and Samara, and so no further damage could be done by further contact with it. Part of Liara had hoped that touching the device again would reverse its effects, but apparently it wasn't going to be quite that easy.

Honestly, Liara was somewhat surprised that Shepard had chosen to meet her here, where they had stowed the unusual device. Before, he had seemed quite opposed to the idea of Liara even being in the same room as the Prothean orb, no doubt knowing that her curiosity would get the best of her in the end. Perhaps, once she informed him about the unusual effects her semen had had on Specialist Traynor, he might be willing to allow Liara to research the device more thoroughly.

Finally, Liara heard the door slide open. "Shepard, thank the Goddess you're here," she said as she turned. "I need to tell you about..."

But it wasn't Shepard standing there. "Expecting someone else?" said Traynor, shutting the door behind her with a sultry smile on her face.

"You... what are you doing here?" Liara said. "I told Shepard that..."

"Didn't you know, Liara?" Traynor said, walking confidently in Liara's direction. She had changed her clothing since leaving the CIC, and was wearing a long coat that trailed on the floor around her feet. "I would have thought that the Shadow Broker would be better informed on such matters. All of Commander Shepard's messages come through me first. After all, if every message sent to the legendary Commander Shepard actually went into his inbox, he'd have to live as long as an asari to read them all. So he entrusted me to help filter out his messages. And when I saw the header on your urgent mail to him... well, I figured I should come handle it..." With a swift motion, Traynor tossed off the coat, revealing her completely naked body underneath, "Personally."

Letting out a gasp, Liara quickly brought up her omni-tool. "Trying to call Shepard?" Traynor said knowingly. "He's already long gone, Liara. I advised him to move up his departure time in order to ensure the rachni threat was dealt with as quickly as possible. He and Ash are already on their way to the Barton facility. And I informed the rest of the crew that they should stay out of the life support room for the next hour or so due to some important testing. So there should be nobody coming around to interrupt us."

"Sam, please," Liara said, backing up as the nude human woman advanced on her. "You are not in your right mind. You are still feeling the effects of my... of what we did in my quarters."

"I know I am," Sam said. She glanced down at the bulge in Liara's pants and brought up her hand to lightly bite at the tip of her index finger. "And it feels so good. But even after three times, I think I still want more."

Liara took another step back, and let out a surprised cry as she felt the edge of the table hit her thighs. "Stop this," Liara said. "I don't want this."

"Don't lie to me, Liara," Traynor said. "Don't like to yourself. I saw the look in your eye when you saw those pictures I took. Saw the way it made that beautiful cock of yours swell inside your pants. They got you hot, didn't they?"

"No," Liara said, but even she could hear how unconvincing she sounded. "And even if they did... we need to stop this. What you're feeling right now is..."

"Is the best I've ever felt in years, Liara," Traynor said. She was right in front of Liara now, her hand rubbing against the bulge in Liara's pants just as it had in the conference room earlier. But now lingering much longer, with no one to interrupt as Traynor lovingly stroked the bulging outline of Liara's gigantic cock. "Ever since my first taste of you, Liara, I've felt so full of life. I can't remember when I've ever felt this good before. If feeling like this is me not being in my right mind, then I don't think I want to be in my right mind ever again."

"Oh, Goddess," Liara moaned, as Traynor's fingers found the hem of Liara's pants and began working them slowly down her thighs, exposing the now painfully-erect cock hiding underneath. As Traynor lowered herself down to her knees, taking Liara's pants down with her, Liara's cock finally sprang free and erect, swinging up with enough force that Liara worried it might have broken Traynor's jaw if she hadn't moved her head out of the way first. Once she had exposed the object of her obsessive desire, Traynor reached up with both hands to rub and stroke at Liara's prick.

"I studied some extranet videos since the last time," Traynor said. "And I practiced with that toy you saw in my pictures. I wanted to make sure I did a much better job this time." Sticking out her tongue, Traynor flicked it rapidly against the head of Liara's cock, eliciting a moan from Liara at the sensation. Glancing up at Liara, Traynor arched her eyebrows. "Still want to tell me to stop?"

She tried to remind herself of Samara's strong example. Tried to bring to mind all of the good reasons why it wasn't a wise idea to experiment with this mysterious new body part. Even tried to think about Commander Shepard, and how disappointed he would be in her losing herself so easily to temptation.

But none of it worked. "No," Liara breathed, and moaned as Traynor wrapped her lips around the head of her cock. "Don't stop. Please don't stop."

The feel of Traynor's warm mouth around her sensitive cock was just as intoxicating as it had been the first time, and as Liara watched Traynor putting her newly-learned fellatio skills to practice on her throbbing blue member, she could already feel her climax starting to build. Whether Traynor had truly improved in her cock-sucking skills, or if it was just the ecstasy of surrendering to her overwhelming urges, Liara wasn't sure. But it wasn't long until she felt herself once again pumping what felt like gallons of cum into Traynor's mouth and down her throat. And just as before, even after the overwhelming jolts of pleasure faded from her body, her cock was still as hard as when they had begun.

"Oh, Liara," Traynor gasped, licking her lips for any last traces of semen. "As much fun as all of this has been, I think we've had enough foreplay." Moving Liara aside, Traynor sat herself down on the edge of the table, spreading her legs and exposing her wet pussy. "Fuck me with that big blue cock, Liara. I want you to fill me up with as much of that wonderful cum as you've got in those balls of yours." Rubbing at her pussy and clit, Traynor stared at Liara seductively, her eyes focused on the more-than-a-foot of scaly blue cockmeat between Liara's legs, drops of cum still trickling down from the head.

Any thoughts of resisting the urges she was feeling were gone. Taking her cock by the base, Liara aimed it at Traynor's dripping slit. She was weak and she knew it, but how could she be expected to resist when surrendering felt so goddamn good?

Grabbing Traynor by the waist, she readied herself to thrust herself into her first pussy. Looking up into Traynor's eyes, she saw the hunger there, the yearning. And more than anything else right then, Liara wanted to satisfy that hunger the only way she could. Feeling a lunatic grin coming to her face, Liara pushed the head of her cock gently against the lips of Traynor's pussy just before...

A loud beeping sound suddenly came from Liara's wrist. The jarring noise immediately snapped Liara out of the sexual frenzy Traynor had worked her into, and she took a step away from the table in surprise. Traynor let out a desperate moan, reaching a hand out to try and grab hold of Liara's cock to put it back against her cunt. But Liara backed away another step and out of reach. "I... I have to take this call," she stammered, realizing how ridiculous it sounded but looking for any excuse to step away from the carnal cliff she had almost happily jumped off of.

Turning away from Traynor, Liara activated her omni-tool. "Yes?"

"Liara, it's Dr. Michel," the Normandy doctor's voice was heard through the glowing holographic device. "I was just wondering if you were still planning to come by to give me a sample."

Blinking, Liara struggled to remember what Dr. Michel was referring to. Finally, the conversation from earlier came back to her. "Right, yes," she said. "Didn't Samara come by to visit you? I asked her if she would."

There was a short pause on the other end, and for a moment Liara wondered if the call was disconnected. Finally, she heard Dr. Michel's accented voice. "No, I haven't seen Samara today. I could still use your help, but if you're busy with something else, I..."

"No!" Liara exclaimed, then more calmly added, "I mean, I'm not busy with anything."

"Yes, you are!" Traynor yelled out. "Come back and fuck me, goddamn it!"

"Is there someone else there with you?" Dr. Michel asked.

Liara glared over her shoulder at Traynor, the horny human now frantically rubbing between her legs as if it would compel Liara to put her cock back into position. "No, it's just something on the vidscreen," Liara said. "I'll be right there."

"Good, I look forward to it," Dr. Michel said, before the call disconnected.

"I have to go," Liara said, pulling up her pants and struggling to force her still-erect cock back underneath the fabric. Even as loose-fitting as the garments were, Liara still had trouble tucking herself back into the cotton sweatpants. "Important ship business. You should probably get yourself dressed and then... take a rest or something."

"Please, Liara," Traynor said, still fingering her pussy as she watched Liara walk away. "I need it so bad. I need your cock inside me, Liara."

Her prick finally safely returned to inside her pants, Liara turned away from the horny Traynor and quickly exited the life support room. Finally removing herself from the sexually-charged situation, Liara breathed a sigh of relief as she felt her rationality returning to her.

Liara severely doubted that they would find the answer to her and Samara's condition aboard the Normandy. But hopefully, once she gave the semen sample to Dr. Michel, between the two of them they might be able to figure out some sort of cure for Traynor's condition at the very least.

Thank the Goddess, Liara thought to herself, that no one else has been exposed to this diabolically addictive semen. Seeing what it has done to Specialist Traynor, I could only imagine what would happen if anyone else felt its effects.

* * *

"Good, I look forward to it," Dr. Michel said, disconnecting the call with Liara. Looking over at the medical tray nearby, she stared at the large, empty sample jar sitting there.

Really, she did hate lying to Liara like that. Samara had visited, actually, and had more than willing to donate a sample of her semen for Dr. Michel to study. I think I will need a larger receptacle than that, doctor, Samara had said with a trace of a smile as Dr. Michel had shown her the small glass sample cup she had chosen. And she had certainly been correct, because even after giving Samara the largest collection jar in the entire med-bay, the asari has still managed to fill it to the brim with her "sample."

After Samara had left, Dr. Michel had considered the jar full of cum carefully. She vaguely remembered Liara saying something about "odd side-effects" of the substance. Part of her considered simply putting the sample in cold storage for now, and waiting for Liara to come and assist her with studying the strange semen.

But in the end, her scientific curiosity had gotten the best of her. Dr. Michel had extracted a small sample of the copious supply of semen and inserted it into a microscope slide. As she had worked, she found herself being distracted by a peculiar odor. Very strong and pungent, and yet strangely sweet as well. It took her a while to realize that it was coming from Samara's sample jar. Strange. As a doctor she was no stranger to working with semen samples of both human and alien origin. But she couldn't remember any of them smelling quite like this.

She had wondered then if what she was doing was wise, but in the end she had been unable to resist. Leaning in to the jar, she had taken in a massive breath through her nose.

And now, a few minutes later, she was staring at the empty sample jar. Licking her lips, she waited in eager anticipation for Liara's arrival.

Because even after tipping the jar back and chugging down every last drop of cum, Dr. Michel was surprised to find that she was still thirsty for more.
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