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Shiver ME Relays
Eighty percent of success is showing up
Woody Allen
Ch.1 First Recruits
Year 2185
The Citadel; Zakera Ward
The Citadel. The so called beacon of civilization and the symbol of the Citadel Council’s power, all an illusion that so many bought hook, line, and sinker. Most of the damage done two years earlier by the Heretics, a mad splinter faction of the Geth, had been repaired. The only reason Zakera Ward wasn’t as heavily damaged as the other Wards was because of the rest of the Geth fleet that intervened and saved the Citadel and its defence Fleet and the Alliance 5^thFleet.
That day had gone down in history as the first time that an organic and a synthetic civilization had been able to work together and make peace. The reason for the attack was a mystery to both the Geth Consensus and the Citadel races, but it had opened the door for diplomacy. It was the first time that the Geth had outlined their borders, which were beyond what used to be Quarian space, and they invited the Quarian Flotilla to return to their home world, Rannoch.
The Geth it seems had been acting as custodians of Rannoch for over 300 years and had repaired much of the damage caused by the Geth Uprising, what the Geth call the Morning War. The Quarians had been quick to take the offer and had asked for assistance from the Citadel races, which was answered by the Turian Hierarchy and the Asari Republics. The turians provided security, while the asari assisted with relief efforts.
All this went through the mind of a tall man, roughly six foot two inches, with short buzz-cut military hair style and piercing blue eyes watched the ships coming and going from an observation deck on Zakera Ward, one of the five arms of the Citadel, with the eyes of a predator. He wore standard N7 duty uniform with only an M6 Carnifex heavy pistol on his right hip in a quick-draw holster. Pistols being the only weapon allowed for personnel outside of C-Sec to carry.
His musing was soon cut short as an alert came from his omni-tool. His appointment was only minutes away, so he quickly began scanning the various advertisement terminals until he found the right one. A darkly dressed figure with a definitive feminine form and only the lower half of her pale face showed was displayed on one of them.
“Commander Shepard, enter the password and receive a free gift!” she said with a slight Japanese accent. “Looking for some quality companionship? Perhaps someone petite and Japanese might be to your liking?”
Smirking slightly Shepard gave the password. “Silence is golden. On a personal note I might just take you up on that offer.”
She smirked back. “Good to finally meet you Commander Shepard. Kasumi Goto. I’m a big fan of yours!”
“I trust that our mutual friend told you about the job?” Shepard asked as he rubbed the back of his head, as if unseeing eyes were burning into it.
“Honestly I’m shocked that she didn’t contact me sooner. My fault for being hard to find, I guess, though grand theft starship isn’t normally my MO,” said Kasumi with shrug. “Did our mutual friend tell you the price for my assistance?”
“She only had time to tell me that the meet was on. She has to watch her step considering the company she keeps these days. I’m assuming it’s something in connection with your profession?” he began looking around the open plaza, but Kasumi was nowhere in sight.
“Something like that. I’m after my partner’s graybox. A man named Donovan Hock took it and I intend to take it back,” she said with a determined tone.
The mention of the graybox raised Shepard’s eyebrows. “Isn’t graybox technology notoriously difficult and close to impossible to hack?”
“Yes, but it is only a matter of time and money before he cracks it. My old partner, Keiji Okuda, stole some information he shouldn’t have and made himself infamous in the underworld. That information got him killed. He wouldn’t say what it was, only that it could spark an interstellar war.”
“I can agree to that, and I’m sure our mutual friend will agree too, but first I need some details,” said Shepard as he looked around again, but still saw nothing. “For starters, who is Donovan Hock?”
Kasumi’s normally pleasant smile thinned. “Mister Hock is a well respected businessman.” Shepard could hear the sarcasm dripping from her lips. “Arms dealer, murderer, generally not a nice guy. His mansion is famous for being hard to crack, but I’ve got a way in. I’ll give you a full briefing later.”
Suddenly Shepard heard the faint crackle of a tactical cloak disengaging at the same time as the electronic billboard sank into the floor, causing him to instinctively turn around and draw his pistol.
“Impressive instincts and reflexes, Commander,” she said as she raised her hands in mock surrender. “Not many can sense when they are being watched. We should probably wrap this up. You look pretty silly talking to an advertisement. I’m assuming that our transport is the Rules of Acquisition in docking bay D-21?”
Shepard smirked back as he replaced his gun back into its holster. “I believe you know the way, however I’d like you to stay close for a little while. You know security and surveillance systems better than most so-called experts, and I want you looking out for any bugs or eaves droppers. It should also be a good show.”
With a soft sway of her hips she nodded and walked away, disappearing with a crackle of cloaking tech and disappeared from view with no light distortion.
“No wonder Miranda said she’s the best thief in the galaxy,” Shepard mused as he consulted his omni-tool for his next recruit. The mission he was on required certain specialists. He already had the pick of the best in the Alliance Forces, but he wanted to ‘stack the deck’ in his favour, and had asked both Rear-Admiral Hackett and Alliance Intelligence for a list of the best mercenaries and soldiers in the galaxy, and most of them frequented the Citadel. He had also asked for people who had personal experience with Cerberus, and one such person was on the Citadel right now, and was currently suspended from his job.
He set off for the nearby nightclub, Flux. It was a good place to have a quiet drink, with a small dance floor and a gambling floor, but he wasn’t there for just those three things. He quickly spotted his next recruit. A turian in blue Agent armour nursing a small tumbler of turian brandy. A rather nasty looking scar marred the right side of his face and head. Shepard took a barstool to the left of the turian and ordered himself a tumbler of scotch.
“We meet again, Commander Shepard, or should I call you Agent Shepard now,” said the turian as he sipped at his drink.
“Garrus Vakarian. Haven’t seen you since that mess with the Heretics two years ago. Wasn’t it right here in this bar where I sniped that Destroyer? How far was that shot? 2500 metres?” Shepard mock asked.
Garrus chuckled slightly. “I think it was me who got that one, and it was almost three kilometres away. No way you made that shot!”
A loud breath intruded upon the two rival snipers argument. “I think that the proof is right here,” said a diminutive and rotund volus as a recording played out on two separate holographic screens, one showing Shepard and Vakarian, the other a pair of geth Destroyers with rocket launchers firing and both taking hits to their optics. “Those two were only two kilometres away!” said Flux as he pointed to a duo of badly damaged sniper rifles that were hanging above and behind the bar.
“And we were just about to have fun,” groused Shepard as he took a sip of his scotch.
“I can’t believe you kept those old rifles, Flux,” said Garrus as he eyed the ruined barrels and scopes of the sniper rifles.
Another heavy intake of breath. “Souvenirs!” said Flux as he waddled away to serve another customer.
“So, I heard that you were suspended from C-Sec? Something about roughing up a suspect?” Shepard asked.
Garrus growled under his breath. “Not just a suspect. A damned traitor! Harkin sold us out to Cerberus after he was fired. He used his inside knowledge of C-Sec’s security systems to get their people into key places. I hunted the bastard down in the factory district, that’s how I got this scar,” he pointed to the scar on the right side of his face. “Shotgun blast from a Cerberus Commando. After I caught up with Harkin I interrogated him, harshly. Who knew there were so many pain receptors in the human body.”
“And what happened to the embedded Cerberus agents?”
“We only caught one of them, and only because she was caught erasing Harkin’s files on her compatriots, and the worst part is that almost as soon as we got her into interrogation she died. Cyanide capsule hidden inside a hollow tooth,” said Garrus with an annoyed trill. “The files were completely erased beyond recovery. We’ll probably never find the rest of them.”
“Gotta admire their dedication. Not many humans these days would be hardcore enough to have a suicide pill at the ready,” said Shepard.
“She wasn’t really hardcore. Her implant was remote activated.”
Both military veterans became quiet after that little revelation.
“This might just make this easier for you then. I’m heading up a mission in a few days. It’s a covert op that only a few Alliance senior officers and a few outside specialists know about. I’ve seen your handiwork firsthand and I want you on my squad!” Shepard offered.
“I was suspended, not fired, Shepard. Executor Pallin won’t like it if I quit,” said Garrus as he swirled his little tumbler around. “On the other hand I always love shaking that stick up his butt, and I hate working for C-Sec.” He finished his drink in one gulp. “I’m in! Just tell me where and when!”
Shepard grinned. “Docking bay D-21, the transport ship Rules of Acquisition. We leave in 72 hours. I’ve still got a couple more recruits to get. Just so you know, the next one’s a krogan, and with a little luck he’ll be able to bring in a lot more muscle.”
That made Garrus raise his eye-ridges and flap his mandibles slightly. “So long as they’re professionals I don’t foresee any problems, but just so you know, Shepard, I’m sleeping with my pistol under my pillow, with the safety off!”
Shepard gave only a mirthless chuckle. “Fair enough, Garrus, just make sure that if it goes off accidentally it hits the other side of your face.”
Garrus gave a chuckle of his own and left the bar. Shepard decided to kill a few minutes sipping his scotch, only for Flux to slightly ruin his good mood. “Who’s going to pay for that turian brandy?”
Shepard’s eyes narrowed for a second then let out a sigh. “This is definitely coming out of his pay-check!”
Kasumi’s voice whispered in his ear, “I already transferred a substantial amount from his omni-tool account.”
Shepard smirked slyly as he paid Flux.
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Lower Zakera Ward
Chora’s Den
Another hour later he was in yet another nightclub. Chora’s Den. It was known as the seediest nightclub on the Citadel. Loud dance music and dancers in revealing outfits of every known species, primarily asari maidens, were dancing away on the circular dance platform above the bar and the drinks were freely flowing. He breathed in deeply of the heady aroma of several different kinds of alcohol and the various body odours of several species that circulated around the room.
He quickly scoped out a seat at the bar and used his omni-tool to access the rather diverse menu. He quickly made his drink selection, a bottle of scotch for himself and the ladies and Ryncol for his krogan recruit, then moved on to the performers menu. Like most clubs the dancers were actually sex workers by trade, dancing their butts off in the hope of scoring a rich client. He quickly selected two, a young asari maiden for himself and a slightly older one who specialised in servicing krogan.
“She looks cute, I assume the younger one is for you? Why not have me as your escort?” Kasumi asked with a near silent purr in his left ear.
“Because I don’t want him to see you until he’s onboard, and I want you to focus on disabling any surveillance there might be in the VIP section. Fisk is rumoured to be working for the Shadow Broker, and I don’t need that complication.” He turned his head slightly to the left. “I assume that outfit of yours is completely sealed? Krogan have an extremely strong sense of smell.”
She purred into his right ear this time. “Of course.” Her presence quickly left him and soon enough a human woman at the bar, Jenna said her name tag, brought him the bottle he had ordered and no sooner than he had poured himself a couple of fingers worth into one of the three tiny glasses he saw his two ordered beauties. The younger one, named Kesie, had a slim physique with a delicate set of head tentacles, stood roughly 5 foot 5 inches, and had C-cup sized breasts. The older one, Ashiz, had a more voluptuous physique with far larger set of E-cups and a had a strong physique with great muscle definition, standing a good 5 foot 9 inches, and had long sculpted legs. Both were scantily clad in dancers outfits, though Ashiz’s looked slightly looser on her, as if it would come off at the slightest tug.
“Hello sugar, here to have a good time?” Kesie asked as she and Ashiz looped their arms around his and led him over to one of the dancers booths, taking his bottle of scotch with them.
“I was told there was going to be a krogan?!” Ashiz asked.
“He’ll be along shortly. That’s why I asked for young Kesie here,” said Shepard as he caressed her backside, hitting the asari’s sensitive erogenous zones.
“Good, that means my talents won’t go to waste,” said Ashiz as they sat down in the booth where a couple of empty glasses as well as a bottle of Ryncol sat waiting. “Mind if we have some of yours?”
“Sure,” said Shepard with a smile as the two asari opened up his bottle of scotch and poured a couple of fingers worth into their glasses.
“I’ve always liked human scotch,” said Kesie warmly. “Warms you right up.”
Shepard made himself comfortable in the booth and made sure he had a view of both the entrance as well as his two lovelies. The two asari sidled up next to him, both giving him an enticing show as they displayed their half-naked bodies to him.
“So, what is it that you want to see, sugar,” said Kesie, taking the lead quickly.
Shepard quickly took back control by brushing his fingers over Kesie’s pulse point, lightly scratched under her chin and thumbed over her cherry red lips. “You can stay right there and look sexy. Ashiz, how about you dance for us. Show me something with flexibility!” he said with a leer.
Ashiz chuckled as she got up from the small sofa and onto the tabletop which had a thin pole in the centre and once she was on it lit up with neon green and pink spotlights. “My time, your dime, sweetie.” She proceeded to dance.
At first she simply rocked to the music, then slowly but surely she began twirling around the pole as if she were weightless, shaking her breasts and ass in his face as they threatened to spill out of her dress, while Kesie simply sat at his side and caressed him through his uniform. Teasing, but not touching directly his rapidly hardening and twitching erection as he considered keeping the two asari for himself for the night, but reminded himself not to be greedy. Giving his krogan guest sloppy seconds would be a lethal mistake.
Speak of the devil, the krogan had arrived. He was a towering form clad in crimson heavy Mercenary armour who stood two metres tall with his hump, but his head was only slightly higher up than Shepard’s when standing. He had a trio of rather long and cobwebbed scar that ran along the right side of his face, and his blood red eyes that spoke of long experience and barely controlled aggression.
He smiled a toothy grin when he saw his potential new client. “Well, well, looks like you started without me. I didn’t expect this from the Lion of Elysium, or maybe I’m talking to the Butcher of Torfan?”
Ashiz and Kesie, and the few who were within earshot, froze at the two titles. “I was dancing for/fondling the Lion of Elysium?!” the two said with wide open eyes and their jaws were on the floor.
“Battle Master Urdnot Wrex. I see your still adding to your collection of scars.” Seeing as they were drawing a little too much attention Shepard nodded towards the VIP section. “Let’s go somewhere a little more private. We have business to discuss!”
Wrex let out a bemused rumble as he followed Shepard who had Kesie on his arm while he snagged Ashiz from her perch on the pole. “I assume this one is for me?” he asked as he set her down beside him.
“I’m all yours, Warlord,” said Ashiz as she moulded herself to Wrex’s bulky form, which made him snicker.
“Oh ho, looks like you choose your pets well, Shepard. You even got me Ryncol,” said Wrex as he took a big swig straight from the bottle. “And not the cheap knockoff stuff!”
They quickly made their way to a private VIP booth. When the door closed behind them they were effectively sealed off from the rest of the club. The human and krogan sat opposite each other on separate couches with a circular table/pole-dance platform between them. Shepard made a show of activating his omni-tool and several previously hidden microphones and cameras sizzled.
Wrex rumbled approvingly. “A little paranoid, but a sensible precaution.”
Shepard smiled back. “I don’t like putting on free shows for blackmailers. I hear Fisk has made a tidy sum playing that card.”
“But he wouldn’t live long if he tried to blackmail you. He’d have me to contend with!” said Wrex as he proceeded to playfully pull Ashiz into his lap. “You don’t mind if I have a little fun first, do you? It’s just been so long since I’ve been able to afford high quality asari.”
Shepard grinned back. “That’s what I paid her for. One of the perks of being a Spectre.”
Wrex’s grin became extremely predatory and feral as he began to shred the poor asari’s outfit with his sharp talons, scaring Kesie enough to make her hug Shepard tightly.
“Don’t worry, your only servicing me,” Shepard whispered into her ear as he began his own little bit of fun. As Wrex popped open his groin plate with a whoosh of pressurized air and let out an impressive thirteen inch long flaccid krogan cock Shepard began to tease Kesie’s erogenous spots, first through her sheer dancer’s outfit, which her rock hard nipples were protruding through, then he worked his right hand underneath her dress to cup her azure, which had soaked her underwear and she was soon panting with need.
Ashiz on the other hand wasn’t as lucky as Wrex put her to work slurping down his still only semi-hard cock. “Yeah, good girl,” he praised. “Get me all nice and ready for your throat.” Vey quickly his cock grew to twenty inches as he smelled Ashiz’s arousal wafting up from her azure. He picked her up in his strong arms and held her by her hips as he lowered her head down onto his erection, feeling her throat stretch tightly around his massive girth as his long muscular tongue began lapping at her wet folds.
Shepard in the meantime had Kesie down on her knees swallowing his own modest seven inch dick. This wasn’t the first, nor the last, time he had an asari going down on his cock and look up at him with loving doe eyes in worship. Something Kasumi couldn’t help comment on.
“Damn, Shepard,” she exclaimed over the radio with a slight pant. “When you promise a show you certainly deliver. That krogan is a monster. I pity poor Ashiz having that forced down her throat. I’m so thankful for my special modifications I installed in my suit.”
Shepard’s ears perked up slightly at that, which Kasumi noticed and continued.
“I installed an inflatable vibrator, similar to the ones in Quarian enviro-suits. It actually grows to be roughly your size, and vibrates at just the right frequency to..to.. oh, oh, oh kami!” and her words dissolved at that point into several hard pants and a near silent scream followed.
This triggered Shepard’s own eruption into Kesie’s mouth. Several ropes of cum shot into her mouth and she greedily ate it all up and swallowed. Taking several deep fortifying breaths he affectionately caressed her face then brought her up into his lap and hugged her to him, massaging her breasts as they watched Wrex finish up with Ashiz.
They were rewarded with the slightly comical and very disturbing sight of Wrex shooting his load directly into Ashiz’s mouth. Yellowish white krogan semen erupted from her nose and her overstuffed mouth as she couldn’t contain the vast amount that the quad of testicles produced. Not even slightly winded Wrex pulled Ashiz off his rapidly deflating dick with a comical pop and set her down on the sofa next to him where she flopped down in exhaustion.
Shepard gave Kesie a light slap on her butt. “Go check on your friend!” he ordered and she dutifully began checking her over, starting with making sure she still had a pulse and was still breathing.
“Now that we’ve both gotten that out of our systems, let’s talk!”
Wrex nodded at Shepard’s business-like tone and cleaned himself up a little with one of the handy towels the booth was stocked with. “What’s the job and what do you need?”
“I need at least five krogan, yourself included, for an important mission. Its high risk and if we are successful your people will sing songs of it in the hollows of Tuchanka, or if we all die we’ll at least be allowed entry into the Halls of Valhalla,” said Shepard with a grin, which once more turned stony. “I need them to be veteran Battle Masters, much like yourself. Not immature pups that just got let off their mothers apron strings.”
Wrex grumbled a little. “You’ve told me what you need, but what’s the target!”
“We’re stealing an experimental frigate built by a human supremacist group,” he said succinctly.
Wrex grumbled menacingly. “Cerberus!”
Shepard merely nodded.
“It’ll be expensive, Shepard. Not even a Spectre can afford five Krogan Battle Masters!” said Wrex as he eyed the Ashiz who was beginning to come to.
Shepard grinned back. “The Alliance and the Hierarchy are footing the bill. How do you think I managed to afford Ashiz over there?”
Wrex mulled that over for a moment. Asari hookers who specialised in krogan were both extremely expensive and few and far between for a damned good reason. In comparison to a krogan female asari are normally just too fragile for him to truly cut loose. He grinned back at Shepard. “Give me a day and I’ll have a number of prime candidates. They’ll be here the day after tomorrow.”
Shepard’s grin grew larger. “Excellent. Make sure they’re ready for action within 69 hours. That’s when we leave for our objective.”
Wrex nodded and looked at Ashiz. “How long do I have with her?”
Shepard quickly checked his omni-tool. “Another five and a half hours.”
“Good, ‘cause I see two holes I haven’t explored yet, and unless you want to watch the full show I suggest you give me some privacy,” he said with a rumbling laugh.
Shepard smiled back. “Have fun. Kesie, get dressed.” She nodded back and began to put her dress back on. She spared a look of pity for Ashiz, but got a reassuring smile from her in return.
As they left they heard Wrex snicker as he approached Ashiz who was fully conscious and surprisingly she was on all fours and wore a daring smile. “Ready for round two?”
As the door closed delighted shrieks were heard and the two humans and one asari’s eyes went wide.
“Let’s get out of here!” said Shepard as he moved to leave the VIP section at a fast pace, only for Kesie to stop him.
“Where are you going, sugar? We still have a couple of hours left of our time together. There is more than one private booth,” she said as she held on to his arm and gestured to an empty booth.
Remembering that he paid for a full three hours he smiled and followed her, and sensed another presence follow them in. More specifically a faint crackle of static electricity and a small hand touched his left shoulder. His smile turned into a grin as the door to the booth, more like a small bedroom with a queen sized bed dominating the room with multi-coloured silk wall hangings and what looked suspiciously like a disco-ball hung from the ceiling.
As soon as the door closed the lights dimmed and a trio of black lights lit up. Moments later the disco ball began spinning, casting psychedelic spots of light all over silk draped walls.
“Very nice. Has a very 1970s vibe,” said Kasumi quietly over the radio and Shepard nodded.
Not knowing what he was nodding at Kesie got up on the bed and alluringly began to slowly strip, starting with her soaked panties which she threw in his face. He couldn’t help but inhale her scent which stoked a fire in his own blood as it travelled south. Putting the panties into one of the many pockets on his trousers he began to take off his own clothes, starting with his uniform shirt, then he peeled off his undershirt, exposing his well muscled chest and six pack, and crawled onto the bed.
“How about you help me with these,” said Shepard with a wicked grin as he stood up on his knees.
She smiled back and proceeded to crawl on her own hands and knees and took the front zipper of his trousers between her teeth and pulled it down, then popped the button open and fished out his rapidly hardening erection. “Looks like I found a treat,” said Kesie as she pulled his foreskin back and began to run her tongue around the head. Unbeknownst to Shepard a tiny pulse of biotic energy pulsed into his cock and almost quicker than he could cope with she instantly had him to full size and he began to feel light headed.
“Whoa,“ exclaimed Shepard as he fell back into the bed and Kesie straddled his hips and moved his erection into position.
With a mad gleam in her eyes she began to lower herself onto him. “Now to mount the lion!” she gasped as she settled herself. Taking a moment to get used to his size she soon enough began rocking up and down on him, breaking him out of his trance.
He soon noticed a slight electric discharge, which quickly resolved into a smiling Kasumi. Seeking to distract Kesie for a few more moments he put his hands on her tits and began teasing her nipples, making her gasp as she came. At the same time Kasumi had discarded her skin tight light armour and now stood in only what appeared to be pair of leather and string panties. Her pale-white skin was without blemish and she had a dancer’s physique with B-cup breasts that sat high on her chest.
With a sigh Kasumi unbuttoned the front flap of her panties and gently pulled it away from her sex, revealing it to be the base for her inflatable vibrating dildo. It was roughly the same size as Shepard’s cock, but was a coloured a deep purple. She buttoned up her panties again, but this time the dildo was pointing outward and she crawled forward until she was behind Kesie. She gripped Kesie’s hips firmly and lined up with the asari’s ass.
Kesie only had enough time to look back as she felt the foreign hands grip and caress her hips and butt before she felt something wet probe her rear entrance.
“Surprise!” exclaimed Kasumi as she lunged forward and buried herself in one stroke up Kesie’s ass. Kesie could only let out a silent scream at the unexpected intrusion and instinctively reached out and melded with both Kasumi and Shepard, linking their nervous systems together and made each of them feel every sensation, both pain and pleasure.
“This is going to cost you extra,” said Kesie as the first wave of shared orgasms passed between them, to which both Kasumi and Shepard grinned.
“Asari make the greatest toys,” said Kasumi as she settled into a rhythm, feeling the sensation of her own dildo going up Kesie’s/her ass and Shepard’s cock going into Kesie’s/her pussy and the sensations from Shepard’s cock, which Kesie also got the full brunt of. Each orgasm they each had triggered a sympathetic release which built on top of one another until it finally approached a crescendo and Kesie abruptly released them from the meld, causing Kesie and Kasumi to collapse on either side of Shepard.
After taking a few moments to recover Kasumi asked a burning question. “I thought asari could only meld with one being at a time?”
Kesie panted for a few moments. “It happens sometimes, though only rarely and only with compatible partners. It never happens between asari only couplings.”
“We’re definitely going to have to do that again sometime.” Kesie winced at the human female’s comment.
“Not until you pay me for my services. Our deal was for entertaining only him. Besides you two have made me too sore!” said Kesie as she reached for a nearby cabinet and retrieved a small glass jar with asari script on the front. She scooped out a healthy amount of its contents and began rubbing down her azure and ass.
Kasumi smirked as she crawled up on Shepard. “I still feel all tingly from the two of you and I bet soldier boy here has more than enough in his balls,” she purred as she ran her tongue up and down his throat and her hand snaked down to cup his balls, feeling their weight in her hands. Shepard put his hands on Kasumi’s neck, lightly squeezing it, making her eyes widen in excitement at being in the Spectre’s grasp.
With a twist of his hips Shepard had Kasumi on her back, smiling like a wolf as he squeezed a little tighter, making her gasp as less blood travelled to her brain. Kasumi continued stroking his balls and shaft, but seconds later began to fumble, her grip weakened and Shepard let up on the pressure. She felt the rush of oxygen rich blood flood back into her brain and gasped as her pussy contracted around nothing but air. Her eyes pleaded and Shepard obliged by ramming his cock deep inside her, feeling her tight pussy grip him like a vice and gush white hot juices.
No words were said as the two of them continued their primal joining. Using his thumbs he gently squeezed her neck again, waves of euphoria washed over Kasumi as Shepard continued to ram into her. She wrapped her legs around him, hooking them together as she bore down and milked his cock inside her, smiling back in ecstasy as multiple orgasms passed through her in time with Shepard’s squeezing of her neck.
With a bass growl Shepard finally let go of whatever restraint he had and quickened his thrusts as he let go of her neck, his hands and mouth travelled down to her succulent breasts, suckling on her right nipple while massaging her left breast for a few seconds before alternating. Kasumi yelped in time with his thrusts, spurring him on and angled her body just so he could get deeper inside her, until he pushed passed into her deepest depths. Kasumi grabbed his head in a deep tongue filled kiss and Shepard came at last, shooting deep inside her which set off another round of roiling orgasms through the small woman.
Kasumi looked back with a grin at Kesie as she let the afterglow settle in. “Enjoy the show?” she asked panting.
Kesie grinned back. “Every second of it,” said Kesie as she crawled forward and kissed Kasumi’s tattooed lips. “Let’s have some more fun.” She placed her hands on Kasumi’s face and uttered the customary words. “Embrace eternity.” With those words she melded with Kasumi, delving into her memories of her recent bout with Shepard, making her relive the whole event. Every muscle spasm, every tingle, every thunderous orgasm, and delved deeper, using Kasumi’s heightened arousal as a vehicle to probe deeper into her mind, but felt a massive mental vault door slam into place and in the physical realm Kasumi tore Kesie’s hands from her face, breaking the meld.
“Contrary to popular belief not all humans are mentally weak!” Kasumi used both her strong legs to push Kesie off of the bed. The asari whore landed hard on the floor flat on her back, just as the timer on her omni-tool sounded.
“I believe our time is up,” said Kesie as she got back on her feet. “Now pay up!”
Kasumi smirked at her asari counterpart. “I believe me and Shepard repaid you enough with that meld,” she said as she slowly began to put her clothes and light armour back on, and Shepard began to do the same. Suddenly Kasumi drew a short wakizashi and levelled its cutting edge with Kesie’s neck. “If you tell anyone about anything you saw during our meld or describe to anyone how I look I’ll gladly hunt you down and remove your head. Is that clear?”
“You can’t threaten me! There is a Spectre not three feet away from you?!” said Kesie in a near panic.
“Better she did it than I. I’d make your death last. Everything a Spectre says, does and touches is classified, and she is a very close associate of mine. I suggest you forget everything about her!” said Shepard as he rested his hand on the butt of his gun and levelled an even stare at her.
Kesie nodded as she clutched at the bed sheets and held them up to her chin. As soon as the two humans were dressed they left and she breathed a sigh of relief. She looked underneath the bed and fished out a small recording device. She activated it and nothing happened. She quickly pried open the casing and found the internal circuitry had been fried.
Her beautiful face twisted into a scowl for a second and she threw the recorder into a wall. “Damn that human whore!”
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Citadel Docks: Docking Bay D-21
48 hours later
Wrex and his four krogan, all battle hardened Battle Masters and close to his own age and experience, though one was far older him, walked onto the docks carrying travel bags and a large cargo pallet followed them, driven by a salarian who was barely stopping himself from shaking like a leaf, much to the krogans amusement.
“Ten credits say that the salarian driving our cargo pallet wets himself when I pull my shotgun out,” said the one closest to Wrex.
“No bet, Wreav. I can already smell the little pyjak’s piss!” he said loudly and the other krogan let out bellowing laughs at Wreav, who grumbled at his brood-bother’s barb and the laughter it caused in his fellow krogan.
They soon came upon a number of humans in Alliance Navy uniforms who were working on loading several crates onto the ship, a Kowloon-class freighter with the name Rules of Acquisition being painted over. An older human male with salt and pepper hair and wearing a brown leather jacket scowled at what the paint drones were doing. The thundering steps of five pairs of heavy armoured boots alerted him to the new arrivals.
“Well, well, looks like my son’s final recruits have finally arrived,” he said to the surprise of Wrex.
“Your son? You mean you’re the father of Commander Shepard?” he asked.
“Of course he is. Don’t you see the family resemblance?” said the flanging tone of a turian. Instantly all five krogan were on guard, and Wreav even went for the dagger in his boot. The turian merely stared the angry krogan down. “Garrus Vakarian, formerly of C-Sec,” he said calmly, as if staring down a band of krogan was an everyday occurrence.
Wrex immediately put his hand on Wreav’s left shoulder. “Easy there, Wreav. This must be one of the specialists that Shepard recruited for this mission.” He looked over Garrus’ equipment.
He wore heavy Colossus armour with a modified Kuwashii visor that wrapped around the left side of his face with holographic HUD covering his left eye, and he was wearing a damnable turian smirk, which just made Wreav madder.
“This turian is really asking for it,” Wreav growled menacingly, only to receive a vicious head butt from Wrex.
“Watch your temper, Wreav. This mission is risky enough without killing our own team mates, even if they are turian,” said Wrex in annoyance and to the slight chuckle of all the other krogan and a human that was approaching from not too far away.
“I see your just as good at doling out discipline as well as you fight,” said Commander Shepard as he made his way from the freighters boarding tube, followed by a human female in black light armour.
“A good show of force is the best way to handle unruly krogan. Especially if they are your brood brother, haha,” said Wrex to Shepard’s amusement.
“John, are you sure that painting over the Rules name is necessary?” Shepard’s father asked.
“Sorry dad, but if we want to maintain the illusion the paintjob is necessary,” said Shepard as he rested his hand on his father’s shoulder. “Where are my manners? Wrex, this is my father, Michael Shepard, the captain of our Trojan Horse, the MSV Rules of Acquisition.”
“Trojan Horse?” Garrus asked.
“Look it up on the extranet, you’ll find it under Greek myth,” said the young lady with a bubbly smile.
“And this is Kasumi, another tech and stealth specialist for the mission,” said Commander Shepard.
Wrex sniffed the air slightly and smirked a little at her. “Well Shepard, it seems you have a very broad palette, for a human.”
Shepard returned the smirk with a grin. “I’m sure you appreciate the value of a beautiful female.”
“Ha, ha. Females certainly are the finest things in life,” said Wrex wistfully, and the krogan he brought with him nodded, except for Wreav who growled lowly at his brood brother.
This earned him another knock on the head, this time from the eldest krogan in the group. “Settle down, whelp!”
The rest of the krogan rumbled in agreement and the humans within earshot and Garrus nodded.
“Wreav, you get to carry our gear onboard,” said Wrex as he tossed his pack in Wreav’s arms, which began a tsunami of heavy packs that his strong but short arms had trouble handling. Wreav grumbled, but moved onto the ship with two of the krogan went with him, while Wrex and elder krogan stayed behind.
Shepard’s face turned stony. “Is that krogan going to be a problem?”
Wrex cocked his head in thought. “Possibly. My brood-brother is a staunch traditionalist. Wreav and I share the same mother, but nothing else. This old fart here is Okeer. He knows more about cyber warfare than any other krogan I know, plus he is an expert on krogan biology, so he can double as our medic.”
Okeer merely snorted. “I’m not only ‘an’ expert, I’m ‘the’ expert on krogan biology. I also dabble in xeno-biology. I’ve kept up as much as I can with the asari medical journals, which includes journals about human biology.”
“Good. We can use another medic and hacker. Let’s get aboard the Rules so we can begin the briefing,” concluded Shepard.
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AN: This was inspired by boldfullmetal’s “The Pirate King”, Firefly and Guardians of the Galaxy.
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