Family Ties

She found herself entering her chambers, not really remembering how she had got there. Grabbing a datapad off her desk, she threw herself onto her bed and clicked to her favorite site. Opening the first vid listed, she settled into her sheets and with her unincumbered hand reached into her pants.

A Turian is bent an Asari over the hood of a X3M vehicle in a dark garage. He pulls down his pants and a his engorged member emerges from between his legs. The Asari, completely naked but for a blindfold, whimpers and asks who he is. He doesn’t answer but guides his large cock into her opening. He’s pounding her relentlessly, which shakes the vehicle beneath them. The Asari’s cries are echoing throughout the garage, interspersed with softer grunts from the Turian. He calls her something derogatory and slaps her ass, causing her to cry out in pain. He takes a talon, gloved to blunt the sharp nail, and reaches down to slide it into her empty hole. She pleads for more and he fucks her harder, finally unleashing his full load into her. The fluid was a similar hue to the Asari’s skin, if not a bit more purple.

Shepherd worked furiously at her hungry clit, finally finding release as her toes flexed and a moan escaped her lips. She turned to these vids almost every night, especially after stressful missions. At first it started as human-on-human vids, recently it had almost exclusively been interspecies. She craved to know what it felt like to be with an alien, even once allowing her eyes to wander over Garrus and imagine what he might be hiding below the belt. To her intense frustration, she had never been able to find a vid featuring a Drell.

Shepherd clicked around the datapad and began her nightly check of the security cameras around the ship. She liked to look in on her crew, make sure everyone is on task and taking care of themselves. Joker sat in the cockpit still, bickering with the EDI console to his left. Some crew conversed in the mess hall over mugs of hot brew, including the few she had been out with that night. Tali and Kelley chatted while overlooking the Galaxy Map downstairs, with a silent Zaeed sitting cross-armed in the corner. Jack sulked under the Engine Room, per usual.

She checked Life Support but saw it empty of the Drell. He probably just left to the Mess Hall and she missed him, or perhaps was in the Comm Room reviewing the next mission’s roster. Moving on, she flipped through the Combat Info Center, Port Observation, the Shuttle Bay—

Shepherd heart flipped and she clicked back to the previous cam.

Confusion and anger mixed furiously in her head. Thane was laying on his back with his hands interlocked behind his head; a stranger Asari straddled him, her hips working desperately against his.  She was fully naked, while Thane was dressed with his pants pulled down around his knees. Shepherd could only see the Asari’s back but based on her thrown-back head could guess she was moaning loudly.

Without realizing it, her hand had drifted back under her belt. Her fingers worked at her burning clit, but her mind was tangled in the scene before her. Tonight wasn’t the first night Shepherd had propositioned the Drell, and once more her advances were spurred. She had thought he was just a traditionalist, waiting until they had become mates before becoming physical. He had made the whole “Siha” thing into such a big deal. But here he was, allowing himself to be fucked by a random Asari…

Angry tears slid down her cheeks and onto her pillow.

The Asari’s movements quickened and suddenly she fell forward onto her palms, panting hard. The pair stood and said their good-bye’s. Thane put his mouth to the her ear: until tomorrow.

Shepherd shut off the datapad and threw it down on the bed, breathing heavily. She laid there for what could have been minutes, or an hour, then an idea came to her. A vindictive, vengeful idea.

Standing, she went to her private terminal and wrote out a quick message.