Whorespace with Diana Allers

 

“Commander Williams? Thanks for doing this.” Diana Allers said as Ashley Williams entered the ship's starboard observation room.

 

“It's fine. You do understand this is strictly casual, though? Other than that, you've got me all to yourself.” The marine said, parking her fine ass on a couch opposite Allers.

 

“Of course, Commander. If you can leave your work at the door, I can do the same.” Diana smiled.

 

“Though with the way this war is going, who knows how I long can do that for?” Ashley joked, sharing a smile with the reporter.

 

“I made coffee.” Allers said, sliding a steaming cup across the table towards the soldier. “No offense, but you look like you could use it, Commander.”

 

“Thanks.” Ashley said, taking the offered cup. Shooting a quick, uncertain glance at Allers, Williams brought the drink to her lips and took a sip.

 

The two women were silent for a short moment, content to drink and relax in each others' presence.

 

“You look tired. Are you tired?” Diana asked, leaning forwards, giving Ashley a good, if unwanted, view of the reporter's cleavage.

 

“No. 'M fine.” Ashley breathed. She closed her eyes for a good few seconds, before seemingly jolting awake.

 

“Sorry. I guess fighting Cerberus troops really does take it out of you.” Ashley said, brushing a few strands of her glossy brown hair out of her eyes.

 

“So that was where you, Commander Shepard and his pet Prothean went today, huh?” Allers asked, raising an eyebrow.

 

“Yeah. Some ex-Cerberus guys on Arrae got in contact with us, wanting our help. It got messy. Cerberus doesn't take to kindly to defectors, apparently. I think Shepard knew one of the guys there.” Ashley told Diana.

“Interesting.” Diana hummed. She hadn't been expecting Williams to spill the beans so soon. The marine was already slouching in her seat and her eyelids sure looked heavy.

 

“Why don't you finish your coffee?” Allers suggested. Ashley nodded, picking the cup up and draining another inch of the hot brew.

 

“But enough about me. I've got something I- Something I wanted to ask you.” Ashley said, her speech punctuated by a lazy yawn.

 

“I'm all ears, Commander.”Allers smiled, sitting back, her legs crossed.

 

“Scuttlebutt's got a few rumours about you.” Ashley began. With some effort, she pushed herself up in her seat. “I've heard you like to.. integrate with the crew in pretty unconventional ways.”

 

“I think I may have heard crewmen whispering things to that effect when I walked by.” Diana lied.

 

“I've gotta know: Is there any truth to it, or is it just the usual military jackassery? I'm telling you, some of the men I've served with shouldn't be allowed near a woman, even one who's bellowing orders at them. I can see why they'd talk.” Ashley said. Allers had a feeling she might've let that last part slip accidentally.

 

“I'm a reporter, Commander. Socialising with people is part of my job. A big part. My favourite part, maybe.” Diana said.

 

“But the kind of “socialising” I hear mentioned is the same sort you can't do with that dress on.” Ashley said. Showed what she knew, Allers thought. The Commander was slouching again. Her coffee cup had been drained dry, and hanging on Diana's answer seemed to be the only thing keeping her awake.

 

“Well, this is war. We've all got to blow off steam...” Diana smirked. Ashley's hazy eyes widened.

 

“Holy shit, it's true?” She gasped.

 

“Come on, I'm sure you've considered doing the same damn thing.” The slutty reporter ventured.

 

“The hell I have. No wonder some of the guys treat women like dirt. They've got their very own juvenile fantasy aboard.” Ashley said slowly. She was still awake, but was taking her time, as if choosing her words carefully. The first hints of a slur were creeping into her voice, too.

 

“I don't see why you get to judge, Commander. I don't like it.” Diana said, her voice and face betraying no emotion.

“I don't like sharing a ship with someone like you!” Ashley retorted. Diana leaned forwards, opening her legs.

 

“And what, pray tell, is “someone like me”?” Diana smiled, her green eyes glittering.

 

“A-a whore!” Ashley slurred. The fact she was awake right now, her ass hanging off the couch, was a testament to her strength.

 

“Well, I can't argue with that.” Diana replied.

 

“Forget... about it. Let's... change... the subject...” Ashley struggled to speak, her words trailing off into snores as sleep finally engulfed her.

 

“Really? But the conversation was just getting good!” Allers giggled. What Williams hadn't been aware of was that, ten minutes before she'd arrived, Diana had dropped enough sleeping pills to put out a battalion of krogan into Ashley's coffee. The effects, while not instantaneous, were solid. The Commander would be out for at least an hour. Nothing short of Harbinger swooping down to give her a colonoscopy with one of his tentacles would wake her up, something Allers put to the test by slapping the pretty soldier's face, lightly at first, then with a little heft.

 

“Looks like I've really got you all to myself, Commander.” Allers smiled in anticipation of what was to come.

 

Flipping Ashley onto her stomach, Diana took a moment to paw her body through her Spectre uniform. She'd never seen Shepard wearing anything similar, which was sad, given how flattering it looked on Ashley. The blue latex hugged Ashley's form, complimenting her ample breasts. It had a plunging neckline, and the garment ended in a skirt, not too far down from the thigh. Ashley wore a similarly coloured pair of boots, thigh high, and with the slightest beginnings of a high heel. Williams had very nice legs for a career soldier. Maybe even nicer than Allers' were. Diana mused that, in another life, she might've had them wrapped around her face.

 

Still, what she had planned would be just as much fun.

 

It was a challenge to get Ashley undressed. Diana had sadly never been able to strip an unconscious Spectre before, but after fiddling with a clasp on Ashley's suit, she finally got it open. Throwing it to the floor, Ashley was left in nothing but her black bra and panties and her boots as she slumbered, oblivious to Diana's fun.

 

Allers briefly debated with herself whether or not to let the Commander keep her boots on, before deciding they had to go. She stripped her of them, as well as her lingerie, leaving the proud military woman bare before her, naked and unconscious.

 

And Lieutenant-Commander Williams had a lot to be proud of. Her D cup breasts spilled out against the couch. Williams' tight cunt, with a thin, carefully tended strip of pubic hair above it, was enticing, but it was the marine's ass that was the object of the slut's lust.

Spreading the cheeks apart, Diana leaned in, taking a sniff of Ashley's firm, tanned rear end.

 

“Miranda Lawson, eat your heart out.” Allers cooed. That Williams had ended up in the military, and not adult entertainment was a loss to the galaxy. One that Diana might've corrected, if she was more mean spirited and carrying her camera drone.

 

With Ashley's untouched asshole bared, Diana couldn't resist. Extending her tongue, she probed around it, before plunging her tongue inside, fucking Ashley's ass with her tongue. While Ashley was out cold, Allers was on cloud nine, rimming the marine's asshole while she groped her buttflesh.

 

Diana half wanted someone to walk in. She'd love Shepard to find her, her face practically up Williams' ass, with the other woman in a drugged stupor. It would take all of her persuasive powers to wriggle out of it. Then again, she'd love to do some wriggling with the Normandy's captain.

 

Giving Williams' ass one last, long lick, followed by a kiss, Allers withdrew from the soldier's rear end. She took a moment to undress, pulling her dress over her head in a practiced manner. When she didn't want to hike the garment up for a quickie, Allers had got good at stripping off in a hurry. Knowing what she planned to do with Ashley before she'd left her room, Allers wasn't wearing a single stitch of underwear. The reporter even slipped off her high heels. It was time to get comfortable.

 

Looking down at the Spectre's roughly discarded outfit, Allers felt an urge to try it on, which she barely managed to contain.

 

Spreading Ash's legs for her, Diana brought her up legs up, entwining them with the marine's. As their vulvae met, a tiny whimper escaped Allers' lips, followed by an increasingly loud series of moans, groans and panting as she began scissoring with the passed out soldier.

 

She couldn't resist groping the marine as they fucked. Diana's hands crept up Ashley's body, up her beautiful stomach, alighting on her breasts once more. She jiggled and teased them, getting a touch jealous of the soldier's rack.

 

“If Cerberus can bring themselves to shoot at this, that's all the more reason they have to be stopped.” Allers said. The pleasures of Williams' body eventually overwhelmed the whorish reporter, and she moaned into Ashley's shoulder as she came.

 

Seeing that Ashley hadn't been as lucky, Diana dropped to her knees and dived into Ashley's pussy. She ate the soldier out with vigour until she came, squirting onto Allers' face and stirring slightly in her deep, pill induced slumber.

 

Satisfied, Diana took a moment to clean up her face, and any other evidence of sexual activity, then helped Williams back into her uniform. Dressing herself, she moved Ashley onto one of the couches, then leaned in.

 

“I really, really wish we could do this again, Commander.” Allers said, in a low, dirty tone. Before leaning away, she gave Ashley a full kiss, complete with using her teeth to playfully nip Ashley's plump lower lip.

 

With that, Allers left her sleeping lover, continuing on to another depraved encounter.

 

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More than an hour later, Ashley Williams groggily regained consciousness. She stretched, trying to remember what had happened. There were a few gaps in her memory, but she recalled coming into the observation room, tired as all hell. Diana Allers had been there, waiting for her. They had shared coffee, the cups were still on the table, but what they had talked about escaped the Spectre's mind. Diana must've let herself out after she drifted off.

 

Judging by how contented she felt, one thing was certain; Allers made a damn good cup of coffee.

 

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AN: Next chapter will be Kaidan. Just wanted to do a scene with each of the Virmire Survivors. Just pretend the other is dead in each chapter.