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Mass Effect. Erotic journey	By : Kirill_Blackjackoff Category: -Misc Video Games/RPGs > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 253 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 4
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Characters: John Shepard, Shiala, Elizabeth Baynham
Location: Feros, ExoGeni Colony

Although the Thorian had been killed and the ExoGeni tower cleared of geth, no one among the colonists felt even the faintest joy. Every single one of them had lost someone during the attack — a friend, a colleague, or even a loved one. Only a small group of survivors had managed to hold out near the ship called Borealis, which stood atop one of the many Prothean skyscrapers. Officially, the choice of such an odd landing spot had been due to the ship’s damage, but in truth, the colonists had simply used the vessel to block the entrance to the tower’s underground levels — where the mind-controlling creature, the Thorian, had been hiding all along.
Now that the grotesque plant had been destroyed, Shepard had no desire to think about it any longer. In fact, he was doing his best to detach completely from what had happened on Feros. As a Spectre, he’d had to walk a razor-thin line between loyalty to humanity and the goals of his broader mission.
It would have been far easier to just kill the colonists who’d been mind-controlled by the Thorian. But Shepard had made a different choice. Thanks to one of the surviving ExoGeni scientists, Juliana Bainem, the captain had managed to equip his squad’s grenades with a unique anti-Thorian gas that incapacitated the colonists without causing physical harm.
Of course, that had made the mission far more difficult. It was no easy thing, after all, to hold your fire against someone actively trying to kill you — even if that someone wasn’t truly in control of themselves. Any other Spectre in Shepard’s place might’ve just wiped out the colony and gotten the job done by any means necessary. But not John.
Despite his reputation for blunt-force methods, Shepard still possessed something many had forgotten in this war-torn galaxy: compassion. And when the faintest opportunity to spare the colonists had presented itself, he had seized it.
Thanks to the gas that neutralized the infected victims, there were no civilian casualties. And that meant Shepard could live with himself. Once again, he’d proven — to himself most of all — that he still valued humanity above all else.
Still, there was no room for pride here. Not when faced with the somber, broken faces of those colonists — faces that had seen horror no one should ever have to endure. The Normandy’s mission on Feros was complete, but John had chosen to remain on the colony a few hours longer. A supply ship, escorted by Alliance security forces, was already en route from the nearest habitable system, and Shepard had no intention of leaving until it arrived.
He felt a strange sense of responsibility for the people who had suffered here. If Normandy had arrived sooner… who knows how many lives might have been saved?
“Captain.”
A pleasant, velvet-smooth voice reached him from nearby.
The man turned his head and saw an asari standing barely a meter away — her skin a deep shade of violet, matching the subtle tattoos that adorned her face. Shiala. The asari he had saved from the Thorian’s grasp.
Her lithe frame was clad in a dark, skintight combat suit — standard for asari commandos. And though she looked exhausted, emotionally drained from everything she had endured, she held her head high and her back straight. It was clear she didn’t want to appear weak — not in front of the colonists, whom she likely believed had suffered far more than she had.
“Shiala,” John replied with quiet warmth.
He was sitting on an empty supply crate, disassembling his rifle. The auto-cooling system had started glitching during the final battle, and the first chance to address it had come only now.
Her appearance didn’t surprise him. She probably felt like an outsider here in Zhu’s Hope. Even though she hadn’t participated in the attack on the colony herself, she had served Matriarch Benezia — and that meant she’d originally come to Feros with far darker intentions.
Luckily, she had come to her senses in time. Especially after Benezia had betrayed her — handing her over to the Thorian like a pawn to be devoured. That had changed her. Shiala had chosen to stay behind in the colony, hoping to help its people rebuild what had been destroyed by the geth. A noble goal. And even if the colonists were wary of her at first, it was only a matter of time before she proved herself as a valuable part of their community.
She hated herself for how easily she had fallen under Saren’s spell. Shepard didn’t doubt that guilt would guide her now — that it would be her compass as she tried to forge a better path forward.
Even if she was the only asari in the human colony.
“May I sit?” Shiala asked softly.
Without waiting for permission, she settled onto the neighboring crate, pulled her knees up, and rested her chin on them. Her gaze seemed distant, far away. That was enough for Shepard to decide he should at least ask:
“You okay?”
He set the weapon aside and looked her over carefully. Up close, she looked even more worn down. It was the look of someone who hadn’t slept properly in weeks.
“I took a sedative, but… it doesn’t work that well on asari,” she replied, staring blankly into the distance. “I tried to sleep, but…”
She closed her eyes briefly.
“I can’t. The moment I shut them, those images come back. The ones the Thorian sent. Roots, entangling… wrapping around my mind, suffocating everything else. I fall into some… void. And then I jolt awake in terror. What terrifies me most is that emptiness — what I felt while under the plant’s control. More than anything, I just want to rest. But it… Oh, Goddess, forgive me. You don’t have to listen to me whine. You already saved me. You gave me a chance to atone.”
She opened her eyes again — emerald green, glowing faintly in the dim light — and gave the captain a weary smile.
“I understand how you feel,” Shepard said quietly. He wasn’t lying or sugarcoating it.
After the slaughter on Akuze, where he’d lost his entire unit, Shepard had gone through the same thing. He hadn’t been able to sleep for days. Every night he would wake up drenched in sweat, haunted by the same nightmare — his squad dying again and again, each time worse than the last.
Eventually, sleep had returned. Time, he’d learned, really could heal anything.
“I’m not good at saying the right things, Shiala,” he told her. “But that won’t help anyway. What you need is to stop thinking about what happened to you. As soon as possible. I know that’s hard. But if you don’t — if you cling to it — it’ll follow you for the rest of your life. You have a chance now. A new life. A noble goal. You’re helping these people. Helping yourself. Devote yourself to it — completely. And the past, no matter how terrible, will finally let you go.”
Shiala was quiet for a few seconds. Then the corners of her delicate lips twitched in the barest hint of a smile.
“And you say words aren’t your strong suit,” she murmured.
“I have my moments,” Shepard replied, letting a small smile reach his own lips.
Silence settled between them. They sat, side by side, breathing in the quiet of the colony.
The sun was setting. The ruined skyscrapers and the hull of the Borealis were painted in warm orange hues. In that soft light, Shiala’s violet skin seemed almost luminous. Shepard found himself admiring it without even realizing. Only when the girl gave a playful cough, clearly amused that the Spectre couldn’t take his eyes off her, did Shepard raise his gaze to the asari.
“Sorry,” he said with a grin.
It felt… good. Just to sit here. Enjoy the sunset. Forget, even if only for a moment, that the fate of the galaxy rested on his shoulders. A brief moment of pleasure and peace, a sweet breath of rest stolen from the whirlwind of a Spectre’s endless duties. A fleeting, stolen moment of peace. Rare and precious.
The evening breeze cooled his skin, drifting gently across the thin uniform shirt he wore. And when Shiala leaned her head on his shoulder without a word, Shepard didn’t move. He just glanced at her with quiet understanding.
Who knew how long they sat like that? But eventually, the sun dipped below the horizon and the colony was swallowed in twilight.
When Shepard looked at her again, he was surprised. She was asleep.
“Good,” he thought. “She deserves it.”

It was getting colder, so John carefully, making sure not to wake the sleeping beauty — her long eyelashes trembling faintly in her sleep — slid off the crate and gently lifted the girl into his arms. Still deep in a dreamlike state, she instinctively wrapped her graceful arms around the captain’s neck and rested her head against his broad chest. The asari felt light, nearly weightless, and carrying her to the ship’s living quarters took no effort at all. The walk itself took just under two minutes.
Finding an unoccupied room was just as easy. The ship had originally been designed for hauling heavy cargo, and now, repurposed as temporary housing, it had three times more beds than surviving colonists. Besides, most of them had chosen to stick close together — after everything that had happened, the thought of being alone was terrifying. But Shiala needed rest, and so Shepard placed her in one of the farthest cabins, where no voices from the hallways could reach her.
Just as he turned to leave, she stirred unexpectedly. For a second, Shepard thought she’d never really been asleep at all — just pretending — but said nothing out loud.
“Captain...” Her voice was faint. Exhaustion was weighing her down like a physical burden.
“Please stay. Just until I fall asleep. I feel safe when you're near.”
Who in his place could say no?
Shepard closed the cabin door, glanced around, and spotted a small writing desk. He leaned against the metal edge and gave her a quiet, understanding nod. She offered a weak smile in gratitude and closed her eyes again.
She was lying on her side — giving Shepard a clear view of every graceful curve her body had to offer. It was no wonder the daughters of Thessia were known as the most beautiful beings in the galaxy. Nearly every asari was elegant, with divine figures and an innate, mesmerizing allure. Even Benezia — Liara’s mother and a matriarch who had lived for uncountable centuries — had still been undeniably sexy. Had been, of course, being the key phrase.
But Shiala possessed a different kind of beauty — something sharp, arresting, a magnetism impossible to ignore. The cartilage-like cresting tendrils atop her head flowed seamlessly into a humanoid face with delicate features, a straight, refined nose, soft, plush lips, and flawless violet skin that gave her an almost surreal appearance. Her body was concealed beneath the tight combat suit, but like all asari commandos, she wasn’t shy about showing what she had — and through the snug, clinging fabric, Shepard could see nearly every tempting line of her form. Firm breasts. Feminine hips. It was impossible not to notice. It awakened something deep in him — something he hadn't fully managed to extinguish back in the Normandy's cargo bay with Ashley.
"Damn it, Williams..." the thought shot through his mind like lightning. "You could've just gone all the way."
The memory of what had happened on the Normandy stirred him — and where moments before he had been admiring Shiala’s form without any lewd intent, now he could feel blood rushing to his groin every time his eyes traced the sensual lines of the sleeping asari.
Without fully realizing it, Shepard took a step forward and carefully sat down on the edge of the bed beside her. His hand, soft and cautious, brushed her ankle — then slowly began to move upward. In his mind’s eye, he was caressing bare asari skin, not combat fabric. He imagined kissing the smooth violet flesh, running his tongue along her calf, and taking each perfect little toe into his mouth, one by one.
The thoughts — and more than anything, the knowledge that he couldn’t act on them — were driving him insane.
His aroused cock was already straining against the fabric of his pants, far too confined in the space it had. And then John gave in. He unfastened the clasp and the belt, freeing his shaft from the prison of his lower uniform. Wrapping his free hand around it, he began to stroke slowly — still caressing the legs of the asari lying next to him. Every motion along the length of his cock was mirrored by the glide of his fingers across Shiala’s skin.
At first, he touched her with great care, but with each passing second, he let himself grow bolder. His hand reached her ass — tentative at first, like he wasn’t sure he was allowed — but soon he was openly groping the smooth, round cheeks beneath the skintight suit. He wasn’t even thinking about what might happen if she woke up. A forbidden kind of pleasure had gripped him — raw, overwhelming.
Shiala mumbled something in her sleep, but John didn’t pull back. Instead, she shifted — now lying fully on her stomach, as if deliberately offering up her perfect, arousing ass for him to enjoy. And Shepard was already imagining how good it would feel to fuck that tight alien ass, to bend this asari slut over and take her like an animal.
He almost came right there — but at the last second, slowed his strokes, stretching out the pleasure...
That was when he heard it — a faint moan outside the door.
There was no way to hide his erection now, so he acted without hesitation, pants still undone. His eyes flicked to the entrance, catching a tiny sliver of movement through the cracked door — and in the next moment, he sprang forward, grabbing whoever was on the other side and yanking them bodily into the cabin.
“Ah!” the girl gasped softly — a very young woman with a neat bob of dark hair.
“Elizabeth?!” Shepard said in surprise.
It really was her. Elizabeth Baynham. A tall, very young employee of ExoGeni who was rescued by Shepard and his team from the corporation's tower, which had been captured by the geth. The girl was at most twenty years old, but her childish voice and innocent blue eyes made her look five years younger. Because of this, the captain thought he was looking at a very young girl. Her pants and panties were around her ankles, and her freshly shaven pussy was so slick with arousal that the insides of her thighs gleamed from the wetness. Her breathing was rapid, her cheeks flushed, and her lips — full, parted in a breathless gasp — stood out with vivid, irresistible contrast. The look in her clear blue eyes left no doubt what Shepard had just caught her doing.
"Captain, I…"
Shepard never found out what she wanted to say — or how she intended to justify herself. He simply pushed her down to her knees, firmly, deliberately, and before a single word escaped her lips, his cock pressed past them, plunging into the wet, welcoming heat of Elizabeth’s mouth.
She gagged, briefly, but didn’t pull away. On the contrary — she froze for a second, adjusting to the sudden fullness stretching her lips, then began swirling her tongue in slow, eager spirals around his shaft. Clumsy, yes, but brimming with raw enthusiasm.
All Shepard could do was close his eyes and give himself over to the intense, wanton pleasure. The fact that Shiala lay asleep nearby barely registered. His entire world, in that moment, was centered on Elizabeth — pants around her thighs, mouth stuffed with his cock, both hands buried between her legs as she furiously rubbed her aching clit.
The soft muffled moans she tried to suppress made it clear she wasn’t doing this for him alone — her own pleasure was just as intense. She kept his cock deep in her mouth, teasing him with wet licks, circling the tip like a treat, cheek bulging around his girth as she pulled back just enough to feel the stretch of him from within. She tried to do all of it as quietly as possible, clearly not wanting to wake Shiala on the bed. Elizabeth collected her own drool as it slid down his cock, swallowed it — only to smear him all over again with a fresh coat of spit.
Everything was soaked: her lips, his shaft, her chin, her thighs. Her mouth glistened as she slathered his cock with every eager bob.
The whole time, her fingers never stopped. She rubbed her clit faster, messier, and beneath her, Shepard saw the proof of her arousal — a puddle of glistening wetness spreading between her knees, glinting in the dim light. She was drenched, leaking with need.
Then Elizabeth suddenly jerked. Her thighs snapped shut, mouth breaking away from his shaft as she gasped and collapsed against his legs — lips parted, spit stringing between them, eyes wide and unfocused. She moaned into his skin, her cheek pressed to his thigh, as her orgasm hit.
She buried her face against his balls, lips trembling, drool streaking down her flushed face without shame or hesitation — and came. Her thighs squeezed tight as her whole body shook, grinding against her own hand, moaning helplessly into the warm weight of his sac while wave after wave of climax overtook her. Orgasm was raw and uncontrollable — and Shepard watched as she trembled through it, trying and failing to silence the ecstatic cries that spilled out of her throat.
And it was those trembling, breathless whimpers that stirred Shiala from her sleep.
The asari's eyes fluttered open, her gaze drifting blankly for a few seconds as if her mind struggled to grasp what was happening. Only then did she turn her head — and see it.
Elizabeth hadn’t noticed her awakening. She was still working Shepard’s cock with both hands now, jerking him off with eager, almost frantic determination. What she lacked in experience, she made up for with pure hunger — her grip was tight, strokes messy, fingers slick with spit and precum as her tongue worshiped the thick base of his shaft. She didn’t neglect his balls either, her warm, nimble tongue flicking across them with greedy reverence.
Shepard stood there, caught in a haze between orgasmic ecstasy and surreal disbelief, fully aware of Shiala’s movement but too consumed by sensation to fully register it.
Shiala didn’t look away. She sat up suddenly in bed, her lips parting in silent surprise, wide emerald eyes flashing against the soft violet glow of her skin — beautiful, spellbinding, enchanted by what she saw. But not a single word escaped her mouth.
She watched, fully alert now, her gaze fixed with unmistakable curiosity — and something far more mischievous lurking beneath it. Her eyes sparkled with sly heat as her body shifted, arching playfully at the sight of Elizabeth working herself eagerly down on the commander’s cock. The girl wasn’t taking it deep — clearly not expecting her throat to handle something that massive, no matter how generously soaked it was with her own spit.
But Shepard liked it just the way it was.
And for now, he had no intention of turning this into a full-blown throatfuck for his little cocksleeve — as he’d already started calling Elizabeth in his mind.
But truthfully, it was Shiala's behavior that had completely seized his attention.
The asari had made her role abundantly clear — she was the observer, the tease.
Reclining on the bed like a predator basking in the warmth, she arched her back like a violet-skinned tigress and slowly began to unzip her combat suit. All the while, she kept her gaze locked on Shepard’s — testing him, measuring his control, daring him to react.
Shepard couldn’t hold her stare. Especially not when the zipper reached her chest. The tight suit peeled away, inch by inch — first revealing the smooth line of her slender neck, then the delicate sculpt of her collarbones, and finally... her breasts. Full, round, mesmerizing. Dark blue nipples stood stiff and proud against her flawless violet skin.
It was so erotic, so visually perfect, that Shepard nearly erupted into Elizabeth’s mouth on the spot. Somehow, he held back. Barely.
But Shiala wasn’t finished. She rose up onto her knees, dragging her hands slowly down the curves of her own body as she pushed the suit lower. Her flat stomach came into view, her navel a subtle dimple above her hips — and then she turned. Bent forward, presenting herself like an offering. Then, with the grace of a dancer and the slow deliberation of a seductress, she began to pull the fabric down. It was like watching time itself slow to a crawl.
First, the top of her tailbone. Then lower — exposing the smooth curves of her ass. And finally... the prize beneath.
Her pussy was already glistening. Slick and visibly wet, as if she’d been drooling from there in anticipation. Her violet folds shimmered with natural lubrication, and even from across the room, Shepard could swear he felt the heat radiating from her sex. Of course, it was just his imagination. But it felt real.
Especially when, at that exact moment, Elizabeth — still fervently working his cock — suddenly tried to force him into her throat. She gagged hard. The wet, choking sound filled the room. Her eyes fluttered, tearing up, as she swallowed the pressure rising in her throat and blinked fast to clear the tears.
And that’s when it happened. Shepard’s cock pulsed — and began to explode.
He erupted hard — thick jets flooding Elizabeth’s mouth before she even realized what was coming.
She gasped and instinctively pulled back — only to be met with the second wave. Hot, sticky ropes painted her face in slow, heavy stripes, coating her parted lips, her nose, her fluttering eyelids. Some landed on the collar of her lab coat. A few droplets splashed onto her bare thighs. But most of it covered her flushed, stunned face. So much that she couldn't even open her eyes.
“...Shepard...” she whispered, breathless, dazed.
And just then, Shiala moved.
Completely naked, the asari slid off the bed and approached Elizabeth with the slow, graceful glide of a predator in heat. She knelt beside her without a word and simply looked — amused, curious, turned on.
Elizabeth blinked blindly, still catching her breath, when she felt the soft press of hands around her head. Then a tongue. Long, warm, and wickedly precise.
Shiala began licking Shepard’s cum off the girl’s cheeks like it was dessert — slow, swirling laps of her tongue, savoring it like the richest, creamiest yogurt in the galaxy.
Elizabeth flinched at first, lips twitching at the unfamiliar sensation of someone else’s tongue gliding over her face — but she didn’t pull away. In fact, when that tongue slid across her lips, she leaned forward.
And kissed her. Hard.
Their tongues met, warm and wet, the kiss deep and intimate from the start, fueled not by tenderness but by pure, raw hunger. Elizabeth's hands wandered awkwardly across Shiala's body, hesitant, trembling with inexperience, but eager to explore. Shiala, in contrast, touched her with slow mastery — her hands sliding beneath the girl’s half-open lab coat, caressing soft skin, teasing her breasts, then moving lower, fingers pressing against the slick, pulsing heat between Elizabeth’s thighs.
She didn’t hesitate. Two fingers pushed inside her in one smooth movement, knuckles deep, filling her soaked pussy while her thumb circled the clit with rhythmic confidence. Elizabeth gasped into the asari’s mouth, hips jerking up to meet the pressure, her body unraveling almost immediately under the expert touch. Her moans became cries, her legs trembled, and when her orgasm hit, she broke the kiss with a cry so loud it echoed off the walls.
For a moment Shepard considered whether someone might hear them — but the thought disappeared just as fast, erased by the sight of Shiala lifting her head and turning to look directly at him. Her lips were wet, her chest rising and falling slowly, and when her gaze dropped to his cock — already rising again — she bit her lower lip and smiled.
Elizabeth, still breathless and flushed, reached toward him instinctively, but Shiala stopped her with sudden, dominant force. Her hand clamped around the girl’s hair, pulling her back roughly, making her wince, and the asari leaned in, whispering against her ear with a voice that sent shivers through them both.
“Let me show you how it’s really done.”
Then Shiala slowly dragged her tongue along the curve of Elizabeth’s ear, drawing a soft shiver from the girl’s spine as she closed her eyes in pure pleasure. The asari pulled back, then gracefully crawled forward on her knees toward Shepard’s cock — eyes locked on him, lips parted in anticipation, her movements slow and deliberate, full of silent promise. He looked down at the asari, towering over her, curious what this violet-skinned slut had in store for him.
She didn’t make him wait.
With deliberate confidence, she wrapped her hand around the base of his shaft, steadying it like a weapon — then plunged her mouth down onto it, no warning, no teasing. The head of his cock shoved straight past her tongue and into her throat.
A gag echoed in the room. Her face twisted briefly in discomfort — but she didn’t retreat, not even an inch. Instead, she inhaled sharply through her nose and began slowly, relentlessly, pushing more of his cock down her throat. Her nostrils flared, her eyes stayed wide, and tears began to slip from the corners, but she didn’t stop. She was trembling, but committed.
Shepard moaned, low and ragged, hands flexing at his sides as he watched his cock vanish, inch by inch, between Shiala’s soft lips.
Elizabeth sat nearby with her mouth open, one hand softly rubbing her clit as she watched in awe — unable to tear her gaze away, overcome with a mix of envy and raw desire.
Shiala nearly did it. Just two more inches, and her lips would’ve kissed the base of his cock.
But her body hit its limit. The pressure in her throat became unbearable, the need for air overtook every other instinct, and she finally pulled back with a wet, gasping gasp — Shepard nearly blacked out from the exquisite sensation of his cock slipping from that tight, clutching throat. Shiala inhaled violently, chest rising and falling, and immediately wrapped both hands around his cock, jerking him off with renewed intensity, her movements furious, desperate, wet.
Shepard’s breath caught in his throat, his eyes squeezed shut, every muscle tensed. Then he heard her voice — low, teasing, breathless.
“Wanna give it a try?”
It was Shiala, offering the challenge to Elizabeth.
The younger woman nodded with almost innocent enthusiasm, then crawled forward, eager and trembling. Shepard’s cock was slick with spit and still rock-hard as her lips found it again. She took him into her mouth quickly — her tongue eager, swirling, dancing along the sensitive underside as she tasted the wetness left behind by the asari. She licked the tip slowly, lovingly, and then — with a deep breath — tried to push herself down on him.
She barely managed a quarter of his length. Her eyes teared up instantly, her throat spasming around the intrusion, but she refused to let go. She coughed, choked once, then steadied herself and tried again.
Again.
And again.
Each time taking him a little deeper, her gag reflex pushed to the edge as she forced herself to accommodate more of his massive shaft. The sounds were obscene, slick and full of struggle, but her determination was undeniable.
Meanwhile, Shiala rose to her full height and stepped in close to Shepard, her bare skin pressing against him so intimately that he could feel the heat radiating off her body. Without a word, she began to kiss him — slowly, deliberately, starting at the lower part of his abdomen, then moving up to his firm stomach, and finally to his chest.
Her hands worked with practiced ease, tugging at his shirt, peeling it away bit by bit until Shepard stood fully naked before her.
She leaned into him then, her hard, aroused nipples brushing his torso, rubbing against his skin with a hunger that made him groan aloud. The feeling of her lithe, perfect form against him, her skin warm and electric, sent a sharp jolt of pleasure through his nerves.
But it didn’t last long.
Her attention soon drifted back to his cock — still buried in Elizabeth’s mouth.
The asari reached out and gently stroked the younger woman’s hair, then pressed her palm firmly against the back of Elizabeth’s head. The girl obediently took him deeper, her throat clenching as his cock forced its way further inside. She gagged again, choking on saliva and the sheer size of him, and finally pulled back, coughing, eyes watering.
Before she could say a word, Shiala leaned in and kissed her.
It was slow, sweet, and completely soaked in filth — their tongues sliding together, wet and hungry, tasting each other, tasting him. It was obscene, intimate, erotic beyond measure.
When their lips parted, Shiala shifted her position — and lowered herself onto Shepard’s cock. Not kneeling — standing upright, bent slightly, controlling the angle, keeping Elizabeth beneath her. The younger woman didn’t need any more encouragement.
She slipped lower, her mouth dipping under the base of his cock, and began to worship his balls with her tongue. Soft licks. Sloppy kisses. Gentle suction. Her lips played over them in a messy, eager rhythm, coating them in spit, moaning softly with every flick of her tongue. Above her, Shiala moved rhythmically on Shepard’s shaft. This time, she wasn’t chasing deepthroat perfection — she focused on pressure, friction, wetness. Her lips slid up and down his length with fluid, well-practiced strokes, her mouth a slippery, sucking heaven.
Her saliva was everywhere. It dripped from her lips, down his shaft, and onto Elizabeth, slicking the girl’s cheeks, her lashes, even the roots of her hair. But Elizabeth didn’t seem to care. She was lost in her own pleasure, her face buried between Shepard’s legs, licking, sucking, teasing him with the kind of enthusiasm only someone deeply, shamefully aroused could offer.
Shepard’s cock throbbed again. He could feel release building, pressure tightening, the edge rising — but he knew he couldn’t finish. Not yet.
With a loud smack, Shepard brought his hand down hard on Shiala’s ass.
The asari paused in her work on his cock, eyes lifting up to meet his. He didn’t wait. Grabbing her by the head, he pulled her up to him. She didn’t resist. She just opened her mouth, let out a low, sultry moan — and welcomed whatever he had planned.
Shepard grabbed her by the waist and threw her onto the bed. She landed on her stomach, immediately arching her back like an offering, raising her ass high and spreading her slick folds open with her fingers — an open invitation, glistening and shameless.
Pushing Elizabeth aside, Shepard stepped behind the asari, lined himself up, and slammed into her pussy with a brutal, single thrust.
“Ahhh… fuck!”
Shiala cried out, her voice echoing off the walls as her fingers went straight to her clit, rubbing herself desperately while Shepard pounded her from behind like a wild varren.
Elizabeth backed away on her knees, retreating to the edge of the room near the table. She leaned against it, one hand sliding between her own legs again, fingers working her drenched cunt as she watched the scene in front of her — the feral, relentless fucking that consumed the bed.
The room was filled with wet, filthy sounds — the slap of his balls against Shiala’s clit, the slick collision of bodies, the gasps and moans rising in volume and heat. Time lost all meaning, drowned in the rhythm of pure carnal chaos.
Then Shiala broke. Her back arched hard, her body locked up, and she screamed through gritted teeth as the first orgasm slammed into her like a crashing wave. She clenched tight, every muscle shaking violently as white-hot bliss burst through her, but Shepard didn’t slow down.
He kept pounding her with brutal rhythm, watching as Elizabeth peeled off her lab coat — the fabric soaked with spit, cum, and sweat — and let it fall to the floor.
Her body was petite, smaller than Shiala’s, her breasts small and perky, barely a handful, nipples the color of caramel against creamy white skin. There was something so vulnerably perfect about them that Shepard wanted to suck them raw — but she was too far, and his cock was too deep inside the asari to even consider pulling out now.
Shiala came again. Harder. Her scream this time was nearly a sob, her body jerking uncontrollably as Shepard kept slamming into her, every thrust driving her deeper into the mattress, her juices coating his cock, her fingers still furiously playing with her clit.
Only then did he feel it — his own climax, building at last, fast and undeniable. A few final thrusts — brutal, punishing — and he pulled out, leaving Shiala face down and twitching on the bed, her ass still raised and dripping.
He turned to Elizabeth. She already knew. No words were needed.
She dropped to her knees, wrapped her hands around his shaft, and started jerking him hard, fast, eager — not touching him with her mouth, just aiming him at her own body. And when he came, it was with a loud, guttural groan — thick white ropes spraying across her chest, her shoulders, her belly, streaking down to her flushed pussy and twitching clit, which she immediately started rubbing again, frantically, moaning at the feel of his cum running down her skin.
She didn’t stop there.
With her other hand, she began smearing it across her body — her belly, her breasts, her throat — until her whole torso shimmered with his seed. And then, slow and deliberate, she lifted a finger, scooped up a warm, sticky glob, and slipped it into her mouth. The taste seemed to trigger something deep inside her.
Elizabeth’s body seized up, her back arched violently, and a third orgasm — the strongest yet — tore through her like a scream in the dark. She twisted, groaned, cursed through clenched teeth, her whole body shaking uncontrollably. Only minutes later did she finally collapse, whimpering softly, curling up on the floor like a spent little animal. Her eyes were shut, her skin glistening, her legs drawn up to her chest, her body still twitching in aftershocks.
And under her hips — a puddle. A wet, messy, undeniable puddle of arousal.
Shiala hadn’t moved. Still sprawled on the bed in the same position he’d left her, her ass raised slightly, her pussy red and raw and twitching. Shepard stepped back, looking at them both — one collapsed on the bed, the other on the floor, both glistening, both exhausted, both utterly ruined.
“Now that’s what I call gratitude,” he muttered with a smirk, voice low, careful not to wake them.
He found his clothes, pulled them on piece by piece, then gave the room one last look — one more quiet, satisfied glance at the aftermath — before stepping out and closing the door behind him.
Outside, the night was cool and quiet. Engines hummed in the distance — a ship was coming in for landing. The Alliance’s relief vessel. Supplies. Security. Stability. The colony would recover.
Shepard smiled to himself at the thought, then set off with a slow, unhurried stride toward the docking platform — where the Normandy was waiting, engines primed, gleaming in the dark, ready for departure.

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