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Carry On	By : Larania Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 6956 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Carry On
Omake
Disclaimer: Mass Effect belongs to Bioware and Electronic Arts, not me and I make no money from this work of fanfiction at all.
Warnings: adult language and situations, mentions of dub-con and non-con, mpreg, sexual situations, threesomes, gender-bending and birth.
Characters/ pairings: Colonist War Hero Paragade ManShep/Kaidan/Garrus, others mentioned.
Summary: The Reapers are here, and amidst that backdrop, Commander Shepard struggles with gathering allies, caring for his child and fighting for his sanity.
Notes: This chapter is a bit PWP, because... um. Yeah? Did I mention this story started life as a kink meme fill? Just some smut that came out of Nano to continue the story.
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The Illusive Man sat in his office, a sadistic smile playing over his lips, one of his favorite cigarettes dangling between his fingers. He had just received a report; a report that had been a long time in coming.
He was in his sanctum, the glassy floor reflecting the glory of his dying star. Endless displays oscillated behind and around him, giving him reports from across the galaxy. But only one interested him, open and scrolling.
"So," he asked, taking a long drag of the Earth grown tobacco. "He's ready?"
"Yes," Kai Leng answered. "Do you want him now?"
"He should be field tested before we send him out, don't you agree?" the Illusive Man asked, his smile turning to a smirk as he got to his feet. "And now is as good a time as any. When can you get him here?"
"The lab will have him ready to leave in about twenty minutes. I'll have him to your office in five," Leng responded.
"Good," the Illusive Man, formerly known as Jack Harper, murmured. With a gesture, images of a legend scattered across his displays. Extranet reports, holo images, tabloid gossip; if it was related to Commander Shepard, it was in his database.
The man's history was interesting, to say the least. Genetically, he was an on-going experiment. Jack had to admit the idea had merit, but it wasn't something that could be maintained over the long run. Though he had one or two of his own people look into a way of making the project more viable. Yet still... The possibilities were... intriguing.
There were reports of the surviving Mindoir breeders being delectable lovers. Their pheromones made attraction hard to resist, and even before the Illusive Man had heard about the odd Mindoir experiments, he had found Shepard to be fascinating. The man's will was a force of nature, and with the luck to back it up. He had a knack for being in the right place, at the right time, able to make the best decision. Yet his pedigree was nothing special. His parents were ex-Alliance, from common stock. His genetic tampering was extensive but quite unlike Miranda's; Shepard's was to be a contribution to a community. Miranda's was an egotist's vanity project to create a perfect female version of himself.
So he was a great warrior and strategist despite his modifications, rather than because of them.
Jack snorted, spreading his knees as far apart as he could, looking at Shepard's holo as his assistant brought in a glass of scotch. The man had caused Cerberus no end of trouble.
Taking a glass, he flipped to an image of Shepard without his clothes. There were certainly plenty of images from where he had been inspected during the Lazarus project. They were very complete. Very detailed.
Jack's mouth watered, taking the offered glass of scotch and dismissing the assistant with a wave of the hand. She turned smartly on one heel, shoes clicking across the polished floor. He didn't even take a moment to appreciate her attractiveness.
Oh, yes, he was going to enjoy this.
He reached between his legs, teasing his half-hard erection through the fine fabric of his suit as Kai Leng arrived, leash tugging at the dazed form behind him.
"Here he is. I trust he meets with your specifications?" his operative asked, crossing his arms. Kai Leng had been his most trusted hand for years, no matter what Miranda might have thought. He had been forced to maintain a certain decorum with her, one that he could dispense with Leng. Still, Jack could hear the faint edge of disapproval in Leng's voice.
"This isn't about you," Jack said, standing up to circle the form on the other end of the leash, collared, dressed in Cerberus fatigues.
Commander Shepard stood there, his green eyes dull in his slack face. He made no move to fight the leash or the collar, instead holding stone still, eyes fixed on the floor.
"No... this is about satisfying my curiosity," the Illusive Man said, returning to the front. He took another sip of his glass. "Aren't you afraid, Shepard?"
The form before him gave a small tremor, nostrils flaring as his lips pressed together. He looked away, green eyes fixing on the star in the background.
"No, you look at me, Shepard," Jack insisted, grabbing his chin and forcing his face back towards his. "I want you to see who, and what, you've angered." HIs smile turned faint but cruel. "And now, I want you to strip."
Shepard's back straightened, shoulders set, fists clenched, before he reached towards his waistband. The Illusive Man's smile grew, stepping back to his chair and lifting an eyebrow as Shepard unbuckled his belt, pulling it free with a rasp of leather on cloth, dropping it to the ground. This was followed by Shepard's shirt, tugged up and over his shoulders then head as Leng removed the leash, but left the collar.
Shepard's nipples were large, larger than was typical on a human male, almost as large as a woman's. From what the Illusive Man had discovered in his research into the Breeders, they functioned identically to a woman's, and were far more sensitive. Designed to be attractive to men who would usually be put off by the male form. They tightened and crinkled in the cool air of Jack's office, coming to points.
Or was it merely from the cold?
When Shepard's hands slowed, clumsy from shaking, Jack leaned forward, resting his chin on his fist.
"Leng, do help the Commander. I think he's a bit embarrassed." He took one more swig of his scotch and chuckled. "Though I think it's due to more than being caught with his pants down."
To the Illusive Man's disappointment, when Kai Leng reached forward to open then shuck Shepard's pants he was soft, his penis hanging limply between his legs.
Even as a full male, his penis had been more thick than long, but only average in size. It was a shade or two darker than the rest of his olive skin, even if he was pale from being on ships for years.
"Hm. I have to admit, I'm disappointed. Two excellent examples of human masculinity before you and you're even the least bit interested? The scientists told me you wouldn't be able to help yourself," Jack murmured, getting back to his feet and putting down his scotch. "Or... perhaps its environmental?" He paused, noticing the faint breeze from the air ventilation making his hair stir. He walked up to Shepard, who was standing with his hands over his crotch.
"Maybe you just need to be closer to the source?" he asked, stepping in. He put one smooth hand on Shepard's face, tracing his jaw before brushing his lips against the other man's.
Shepard tried to pull away, jerking his head back but Jack clutched the back of his head, holding him still before taking Shepard's bottom lip between his teeth, sucking at the soft, plump flesh. Shepard made a faint, almost inaudible, whimper. The muscles in his neck and shoulders relaxed, and his mouth opened for the Illusive Man's to plunder.
And plunder he did, his tongue conquering the breeder's mouth, dropping his hands from the back of Shepard's head to the smooth, velvety skin covering the well developed muscles. His body yielded to the Illusive Man, knowing it had been captured and conquered, his stance spreading as Jack's hands slid down Shepard's back and to his round, firm ass.
He squeezed, delighting in the feel of Shepard's skin and muscles, his rich taste and heady scent. His cock hardened, blood heading to his groin in a rush that made him dizzy, light-headed, almost losing his control.
He pulled back, eyes wide with a grin as Shepard tried to follow, a needy whine the only sound in the room as the Illusive Man stepped back towards his chair.
"I'm pleased, Shepard," he said. He felt a certain greedy satisfaction at the hardness jutting out from between Shepard's legs, and the shine of slick down his right thigh. "You're as much of a needy slut as those vids suggested."
Shepard's eyes shone with defiance at those words, but his body screamed his want for the galaxy to see: lips slick and swollen, eyes heavy-lidded, nipples pointing out from his flushed skin.
"Oh, yes, I admit I enjoyed watching you try to deny Zaeed," the Illusive Man purred. "But he was as... persuasive... as I ever could have hoped. You put on quite show."
"I admit I'm a bit disappointed that you didn't whore yourself out to me earlier," the Illusive Man went on. "I mean, isn't that what good little whores do? I was such a good sugar daddy. I feel I deserve a little consideration." In the background, he saw Leng shifting, his face flushing. Humiliating Shepard was turning him on. "And look what you've done my best operative. I don't see why we can't all get what we want here."
For the first time, Shepard spoke.
"And what do we want?" he rasped, licking his lips. The wetness between his legs was dripping on to the floor.
"You want to orgasm, obviously. We can give you want you want, what your body craves; a superior offspring. Both Leng and I are genetically compatible, superior specimens. Either of us would be excellent sires. Far better than your simpering sentinel. You can't even breed with your turian. All he can do is fuck you. Fruitlessly."
"And what do you want?" Shepard whispered, cheeks flushed, eyes dilated.
"To see you on your knees, begging for us to treat you like a fuck toy. After all, you did throw my generosity back in my face." The Illusive Man crossed his legs, throwing himself backwards in his chair. "I gave you everything. The Normandy, the people on it, the equipment, your life. All of it was mine. Then you threw it in my face."
He unzipped his pants. "Come here."
Shepard hesitated, then did so, walking stiff legged towards the Illusive Man, breathing ragged.
"Touch yourself. Tits first. I've observed that they're very, very sensitive."
Shepard lifted his hands, exposing his groin, up to his red and flushed chest to scrape at the buds, giving them a small stroke and tug. His wretched moan echoed in the silence, knees shaking as he did so.
"Move down your chest, slowly. Trace your abs. Leng, do you want to grope that ass?" Jack licked a drip of scotch off his glass. "Get your dick wet then try it out."
Leng's smile was harsh, stripping off his jacket and doffing his weapons. "As you command," he said, walking up behind Shepard and spreading his legs further, gloved fingers twisting as they pushed inside Shepard's pussy. "Hm. Much tighter than I would have expected."
"His cunt is still new, Leng. We can't expect it to have been stretched that much," the Illusive Man answered, pulling out his own dick, watching as Shepard's hands drifted lower and lower, just above his cock-
Before yelping when Leng grabbed his hips, tight enough to bruise, thrusting inside his snatch a few times, getting himself slick before pulling out. Leng spread his ass cheeks, aiming his dick at the pucker and slamming inside.
The Illusive Man chuckled as Shepard stumbled forwards, hands on the arms of his chair.
"And now, I need a little attention." He pulled his cock out, giving it a stroke. "Your mouth, if you will. We don't want to give what you want until we have had our fill, do we?"
Shepard nodded, Leng shifting his grip back to Shepard's hips and guiding him to his knees. That soft, warm mouth breathed down on his erection, lips encircling the head. His tongue flicked at the slit.
The Illusive Man lifted an eyebrow, grabbing Shepard's short black hair and forcing his head down, listening to Shepard choke as his nose was buried in the Illusive Man's short, wiry curls. "I wanted a blow job, Shepard, not a tease." He kept a hold of Shepard's hair, pushing and pulling his head back and forth. He felt Shepard relax his throat, jaw going slack as he moved his head back and forth. "You like that, don't you?" he growled, voice going rough as lust, and the man's clever tongue, made him start to lose control.
Leng's hips slapped against Shepard's ass cheeks, slapping them and making the Illusive Man groan when Shepard whined. "This is where you belong, Shepard," the ex-N7 hissed. "On your knees, serving your betters." He slapped Shepard's ass again, before reaching up his body for his neck, fingers teasing with a choke hold.
Shepard squealed.
"Now, now, Leng. We don't want to kill him yet." He jerked Shepard's head away. "Want to try his mouth? I'm sure he would be happy to clean you up with his tongue."
Shepard grimaced in pain as Leng pulled out, stepping towards his head and grabbing Shepard's ears to push his face into his groin.
"Shepard," the Illusive Man warned, and grinned in satisfaction as he turned his body towards Leng, tongue lashing out to lick Leng's cock and balls. Good.
"Sit in my lap, Shepard," he ordered, lifting the other man up towards him, his wet cock rubbing up against Shepard's pussy lips but not going inside. He reached for Shepard's own half-hard erection, teasing it with his fingers. "Isn't this better? Two dominant human men, giving you what you need?" He twisted, feeling Shepard shift in his lap, straining for his cock. He waved Leng away, listening to Shepard gag and spit the taste of shit out of his mouth. "You want us both, don't you?"
Nod.
"You want to feel us both, stretching you out?"
Nod.
"Our cum giving you that big belly you need?"
His face was red, shamed, as he swallowed and nodded again.
The Illusive Man chuckled, pulling Shepard back, slowly pressing into Shepard's hot, aching channel. Shepard closed his eyes, a look of bliss on his face. Then the Illusive Man leaned Shepard back against his chest, putting his hands under Shepard's knees.
"Care to join me, Leng?"
"Of course," the assassin purred, his smile wicked as he aimed his dick towards Shepard's cunt. Both men heard Shepard hiss in pain as he slid inside, and the Illusive Man arched his back at the friction.
"This is how you should have stayed, Shepard," he said, watching Shepard's face as it contorted in pain and pleasure, feeling him stretch to the point of tearing. "My bitch."
"My bitch, my puppet." He sped up, continued slapping and he shuddered in pleasure Leng's hard erection moved against his. "Bearer of my seed." His hands gripped Shepard's shoulders, working their way up to his neck. He could feel Leng's hips stutter, face contorting as he was about to come. "You're a fool, Shepard. The best contribution you can make to humanity..."
Leng's face contorted, turning red as he pulled out, jerking at his cock to finish himself off.
"Is being nothing but my broodmare." He pushed Shepard off of him, listening to him mew in disappointment as both men tugged themselves to completion.
"And you really think I'm going to give you want you want, Shepard?" the Illusive Man snapped as Shepard bowed his head, on his hands and knees as he sobbed with thwarted lust. The Illusive Man came, then, splattering his seed on Shepard's face and head.
Then he reached for Shepard's face, taking both sides of his head and wrenching it to the side. A loud crack filled the silent room as Leng came over the still body on the floor.
Silence filled the vast, mirrored chamber as both Leng and the Illusive Man calmed, breathing slowing as they stared down at the body on the floor.
"Was that a wise idea?" Leng asked, taking Shepard's discarded shirt to clean himself up. "You might have damaged it."
The Illusive Man snorted in disgust before taking the accompanying pants wiping the cum from his fingers. "Core´, resume standard operating procedures," he ordered.
The body on the floor shift, the false skin over metal frame transforming back into that of a breathtakingly beautiful woman, almost the equal to Miranda. She sat up, eyes dull and uninterested.
"Did I please you?" she asked, head twisted back into position. "I ran the scenario as you requested."
"You did." He sat down in his chair, tucking himself back in his pants and then lighting a cigarette. "And you took direction well. You almost felt like the real thing. Now go clean yourself up. You still have more... field testing, to do."
Without a word, the infiltration unit stood. Her body was still splattered with the semen of the two men.
Kai Leng quickly tucked himself in and refastened his clothes. "Pity about Lawson," he said, as the Illusive Man brought back up the monitors. There was a live feed from the real Shepard's room; sitting and reading, one hand over his growing belly. He looked up, not at the camera, but in surprise as he rubbed on the right side of his body and opened his mouth to speak. A moment later, James Vega came in. Shepard's face was soft, happy, but a little exasperated as he took Vega's hand and placed it where he had been feeling; the fetus was kicking, apparently.
"She should have given you children."
"She would have agreed, if she had been able to bear them herself," the Illusive Man said, with a shrug, covering up a grimace. "But she could not. Even if our genes together would have created a superlative human being."
Both men watched Shepard a moment longer before dismissing the feed.
"Our plans are nearly in place."
"Good. I need to study its exposure to indoctrination. Shepard appears unaffected, but that fetus..?"
Leng nodded, gather and holstering his weapons.
"You want me to kill it?"
"No. I won't waste a potentially valuable asset. When the time comes, cut it out of Shepard and then leave him to die."
To be continued
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