The Red Renegade

Chapter 7: “Chora’s Den”

The sniper's crosshairs centered on Shepard's forehead as she sauntered onto the walkway towards Chora‘s Den. Suddenly, Shepard's eyes narrowed and she paused short, her eyes darting about.

"What's wrong, Skipper?' asked Ashley.

"Shut up, bitch." Shepard's hand shot up, "My Shepard Sense is tingling! There's danger afoot!"

Shepard dove down into cover as a bullet zinged off the handrail. "Assassin's!" Shepard cried. "Goddamn fucking Assassins! Where's a Templar when you need one?" Ashley hit the ground at Shepard's feet while Kaiden took shelter behind a nearby handrail.

A pair of Turians ran down the ramp approaching from Fist's Place. Kaiden, ever the quick thinker, fired out with his Biotic abilities and hit one of the Assassin's with Lift. The momentum and the power combined to make the Turian sail up into the air and over the handrail, suspending him in mid-air over a thousand foot drop.

"Bitch, fuck you!" Shepard said, whipping out from behind cover with her shotgun. The second assassin wasn't so fortunate as her and was caught in the middle of the walkway with no cover. He paused, an "Oh shit!" look on his scaly Turian face before Shepard's shotgun made his abdominal area look like a pile of exploding ground meat.

"Yeah! Suck my ass, motherfucker!" Shepard broke cover and rushed over to the Turian assassin, who was trembling and shaking ash is hands covered the massive wound in his gut, attempting to hold his innards from falling out through his scaly talons when Shepard straddled over his chest and ripped off her codpiece. She took a grasp of his head spikes and rubbed his whimpering face into her bulging nutsack.

"Suck my nuts, cockeater! Fuck you, fuck yo mama, an' fuck yo grandmamma!" She looked down, hoping to see his pleading eyes beg for mercy, but they were dead and empty. The look of horror and dismay frozen on his face suggested he would rather have died than endure more of Shepard's balls in his face.

Shepard stood up and saw the other assassin's, flailing as he hung suspended in mid-air over the thousand foot drop. He looked to Shepard, Ashley, and Kaiden with pleading eyes, but Shepard simply gave him the finger and sad little have of her hand as the Biotic field faded and the Turian fell screaming into the abyss below.

"Come on, Shep." Kaiden said.

"Hang on, I love watching motherfuckers drop like this." Shepard said, craning over the side to watch. A second later she yelled, "OH! That hovervan fuuuucked him UP! Wait, he's still falling...WOO! Fell right into a fish market on Zakeria Ward! Ain't that a bitch? You're out looking to buy some fuckin' fish for dinner, hoping the wife will put out tonight and then BAM! Fuckin' Turian crashes into you from on high."

"You sure have a way with words, Skipper." Ashley chuckled.

"I'm a fuckin' wordsmith." Shepard laughed. "Hang on, let's toss this other shithead, too, just for shits and giggles. That's what I love about assassins and mercs: no matter how you fuck em up, you don't feel bad about it."

Kaiden holstered his rifle, "C'mon, Shep. We've wasted enough time."

Shepard saw Kaiden and Ashely leave, then grabbed the dead Turian by the waist and shoulder and heaved him over the side. She watched his body tumble through the air until it splattered on top of a hovercab picking up a Salarian businessman. She could hear his high pitch screaming from her vantage point and laughed, then hawked a loogie onto his head.

Shepard caught up with Ashley and Kaiden as the door to Fist's Place opened up and the smell of alcohol, pot, Red Sand, and crotch sweat flooded their nostrils. The booming interior music thudded against their rib cages. The inside was spacious enough--with a dance stage set up above the bar and deep red-and-blue mood lighting. Kaiden and Ashley sauntered slowly around the bar, watching the few patrons inside the club, scanning for the face they were looking for.

“Amazing.” Ashley said, “We’re a gazillion light-years from where humanity started and we walk into a bar with scantily clad women shaking their asses.”

“I know, it’s fuckin’ awesome, isn’t it?” Shepard laughed, she snapped her fingers at the nearest barfly, “Bitch! I want two beers and a blowjob.”

Kaiden pressed forward into the bar, slowly inspecting the patrons. At one point, he heard arguing nearby and looked up to see a pair of Krogan getting in each other‘s faces. Not a big surprise, as Krogan arguing was about as polite as their conversations ever got. He heard the big one in red armor snarl, “I WILL kill Fist!” before the second one, obviously guarding a door, stabbed his finger at the door and told him none-too-gently to fuck off. The red armored Krogan marched past Kaiden and Ashley. “Outta my way human, I have no quarrel with you.”

“Friendly fellow.” Ashley said.

“Haven’t met many Krogan yet, have you?” Kaiden asked. “That’s pretty much SOP for them. Don’t expect a lot of pleasantries.” Kaiden checked his Omni-tool, then spied a balding fellow sitting in the darkest corner of the bar. “There he is. That’s Harkin. Shepard, let’s…hey, where’s Shepard?”

Ash looked and found that her vulgar skipper--who had been next to her, pinching her ass for much of their time in the bar--was nowhere in sight. Ashley did a quick search and gasped, pointing to the dance floor above the bar. “Look! There she is!”

Kaiden groaned when he looked, face-palming as he saw Shepard, who was on the dance floor sans codpiece. She had a frosty mug of beer in one hand, downing it in huge gulps, as her other hand rested on the ass of an Asari dancer with her pants around her ankles who was bent over at the waist and getting fucked from behind by Shepard.

“Shepard!” Kaiden shouted, “Come on, we’ve got work to do!”

Shepard paid him no mind, listening to the sweet, sweet sounds of Asari ecstasy. The blue bitch had a nice high pitch voice that went “AYE!” with every thrust. Shepard tossed back the last swallow of the beer and belched out loud. “BRAAAACK! Fuckin’ rancid beer tastes like Vorcha piss.”

“AAAY-IEE! OH GODDESS!” The Asari lost her balance, but caught herself with her fingertips as her orgasm had her trembling and gushing a hot squirt as she came. Shepard followed suit and blasted her blue womb in white. With a wet, slick ‘pop’ the Asari fell onto her side, spent. Shepard shook the last drops of cum off the end of her dick and then stuffed it back into her codpiece. “Stay frosty, bitch.”

Shepard leapt off the stage, tucking herself back into her codpiece and approaching Kaiden and Ashley, the latter practically screaming at her, "Are you crazy? We're trying to remain at least a little bit inconspicuous."

The Krogan bodyguard had wandered over and stabbed a finger at Shepard, "Do anything like that again and I will tear you into little pieces and throw them into the Wards below."

"Bite my cunt." Shepard said. She held the Krogan's gaze a moment longer and then he disappeared into the back.

Shepard scoffed, "We already killed two Turians on the way in here. Subtlety went out the fuckin' window long ago. Whatcha got, Kai?"

"Harkin's right over there." Kaiden pointed. "Sitting at the same table with our other target: General Septimus."

"Fuckin' A." Shepard said, marching right up to the balding man enjoying a drink with a dark-scaled Turian with white painted onto his face and seated herself at the large round table. He gave Shepard a lecherous look and a disgusting smile.

"Hey there, Sweet thing. You sure look good in that uniform. What say ya sit that sweet ass of yours down and let ol' Harkin buy ya a drink."

"What a pig." Ashley muttered to Kaiden.

Shepard narrowed her eyes, "You're a smarmy, slimly, used car salesman lookin' motherfucker...but hell, I'll take a drink." Shepard slid into the booth and, as Harkin went to pour her a shot, she snatched the entire bottle from his hands, pried the cork off with her teeth and then tilted the whole bottle back.

"H-hey! That bottle cost me plenty." Harkin whined.

"Women always cost you." Septimus snarled.

When she downed the last drop, Shepard belched and spat, "Pleh. Cheap shit. You'll never get any pussy offering up bottom-barrel pig swill like that."

"So you sayin' you not gonna put that pussy up for ol' Harkin?"

Shep laughed, "HA! I ain't even got the pussy today, I got the cock. But if you want me to shove all nine inches of my womanhood into yer fuckin' throat, I'll be happy to oblige. That is...if you play nice and tell me where I can find Garrus Vakarian."

"Vakarian?" Harkin asked, "Oooh, he's the one who was investigating Saren. Which means you must be part of Anderson's crew. Ha! That old dog is still trying to bring Saren down after all this time?"

"Oh, this is some fun history." Septimus said, "I was the commanding officer on the ship that ran that mission. I was in the middle of the that shitstorm and it was not pleasant."

Shepard's eyebrow cocked, but it was Kaiden who spoke the question that arose. "What do you mean?"

"Oh, you didn't know?" Harkin asked. He sounded like a pedophile learning his target's favorite candy.

"They don't know." Septimus said.

"What about you?" Shepard asked, "I hear you're in another little shitstorm concerning the Consort, Sha'ira.

Septimus's face went dark and he downed his drink, "You don't know what the hell you're talking about."

"I know you’re talking shit about her blue ass." Shepard said. "And you can either come clean or I can fuck you in your horrible Turian asshole with a broken bottleneck." Shepard tapped the empty bottle of Citadel Whiskey on the edge of the table lightly. The General, wise as he was, did not lose the meaning of the threat.

"You don't understand." Septimus said, "The things I saw in war are enough to curdle the blood of the hardest Krogan. And Sha'ira? She helped me forget. I wanted her to be mine, she was the only one who understood but she threw me away like garbage. If it takes the rest of my life I will see her brought down to my level and then she won't be too good for me."

Shepard placed her hand into her palm and whispered, "Oh my God, you two are such fucking retards."

"I can't imagine a man being that upset over a woman." Kaiden muttered to Ashley.

Ashley snorted and muttered back, "That's because you don't understand women."

"Both of you, shut the fuck up." Shepard snapped. "Look, Harkin? General? I am a very impatient bitch and my tolerance for bullshit is pretty much at it's limit. I want to know where to find Garrus Vakarin and I want YOU, General, to stop acting like such a dickhead. And it had better happen or I will rain down a hellish fuckin' firestorm on both your asses so badly, you'll think Satan himself is fucking your heart! So what's it going to be?"

Harkin and Septimus looked at one another. Harkin smiled in a way that made Sheprd's balls shrivel. "Lucky for you, I'm the one with all the answers. I've been wasting my life on this fucking station for most of my life and what has it earned me? It earned me dick! But you don't hang out on the Citadel for as long as I have without learning a helluva lot. I can tell you the history, the motive AND the location of Garrus...for a price."

"And I think I know that price." Shepard said with a sneer. "A little piece of info for a little piece of pussy?"

Harkin shrugged, "Just think of it as a friendly swap of favors. I get something I want, you get something you want. Tell me how bad you want to know about Captain Anderson's history? How bad do you want to find Garrus Vakarian? What about you, General?"

"I've been waiting for a long time to slip my Turian Tower into Sha'ira's blue dock, but since she's too high and mighty, I wouldn't mind trying a softy for once." Softy was a common Turian term for humans--especially human women.

"Well, like I said, I'm not carrying the pussy on me today." Shepard said, "But the rear dock is open for business."

"Not interested." Harkin said right away. That gave Shepard pause, but she recovered immediately.

Shepard held up a finger, "Allow me to confer with my associates for a moment."

Shepard pulled Ashley and Kaiden back with her and said to Ashley, "Alright, Ash, ya gotta help me out here."

"What? You're the super-slut here, not me. Besides, I'm only interested in you when it comes to all this over-the-top fucking business. I'm not just gonna suck anyone's dick just because you say so."

"I know. And that's why I like you. I mean, that and your tight, hairy cunt, but I digress. We need this info."

"I'm not fucking a Turian just because you want to nail a Smurf with tits." Ashley said.

"You need to fuck Harkin anyway. He doesn't want anal, he wants pussy and I've got a lumberyard in my pants right now, so get him off so we can get the fuck out of here."

Ashley's mouth turned into a tight grimace as she thought about it and finally said, "Fine. But you owe me."

Shepard turned to Kaiden, "Kai, you're sitting this one out."

"I'm here when you need me." He said, sitting back and crossing his arms.

Ashley disappeared under the table with Shepard as the two of them--blocked from view by the table--knee-walked over to their prospective targets. Ashley seized Harkin's trousers and yanked them down none too gently, but that only seemed to make him happier. "Oooh, rough girl. I like that."

Ashley fished his hardening cock out of his pants and made a face. She didn't like being thought of as a slutty cocksucker who would suck on anyone's dick for the sheer pleasure of it, but she knew Shepard's investigation counted on their being able to nail Saren to this crime, so she buried her self-respect and swallowed both her pride and Harkin's prick.

Shepard, meanwhile, was glad she was under a table, because she was scared to death. She had been researching Human/Turian couplings for some time, had watched some inter-species porn (none of it interesting her, as she was a more touch/feel kind of person) and she had been bracing to try when she met the right Turian. Hard to do, when so many of them were practically cast from the same mold.

But there was no more time to contemplate. She was glad she was under a table, because she was scared to death. . Now she was worked into a corner, as Ashley held a rather narrow view of the universe and wasn't going to be taking the purple cucumber today.

Septimus had moved his codpiece aside and freed himself. Shepard, for all her lack of actually handling one, knew an awful lot about Turian dicks anyway. As she had read, it was thick and long like a tentacle, with no bump underneath where a urethra would travel. Turian physiology had the cock as a sort of sheath to protect the sperm as they traveled, so unlike a human where the urethra traveled on the underside of the penis, a Turian was set dead center of his cock--meaning it looked exactly the same on the bottom as it did the top.

It was a dark purple color, as most of them were, and slick with a natural lubricant. Turians had to be doubled lubed by the male and the female to necessitate a successful mating--as the lube from one wasn't good enough for both of them. However, in Shepard's case, it would be more than enough. Turian bodies were built for durability, not pleasure. Turian mating was often a matter of physical compatibility, as a bad fit would mean their scaly bodies would hurt when the bumpin' and grindin' started. That was one reason Turians liked Asari and Humans--they were soft and easy to fuck. However, Turian women emitted pheromones that made Turian men experience a sexual encounter that was similar to an orgasm while becoming drunk as hell while also doing a huge hit of a joint while also shooting heroin and Red Sand into your fucking eyeballs, so there was that.

Shepard wavered, the stiff purple cock near her mouth. It was supposed to feel like sucking on a thick tentacle and it supposedly tasted like a salty oyster. Shepard's lips met his head and the impatient general took hold of her head and shoved his slippery cock into her throat, ramming it in over and over. Shepard wasn't thrilled and would have squeezed his balls if they weren't situated inside his scaly body.

The alien taste was overwhelming and threatened to make her gag, but the rush of hormones was familiar and safe and it made Shepard horny. She knew horny and lived in a perpetual state of it.

Next to her, Ashley's revulsion only compounded. Harkin smelled like he hadn't washed in a week and didn't know that anti-fungal spray existed. Sucking on his cock was like sucking on the feet of an infantryman that had been marching through swampland for a month with no change in socks. She did what she had to do, hearing Harkin's harsh moans from the top of the table as he thrust into her throat. His hands pulled her off of him. He didn't mind head, but her wanted the back end.

Likewise, Shepard was being spun around as well. "I heard human mouths were soft and wet." she heard Septimus say. Well, he knew the truth now, having had his purple meat handled by the galaxy's best cocksucker. As she spun around, aiming her ass at his backside, she shuddered in fear and expectation as she used one hand to guide the tip of his slick rod in-between her ass cheeks and pushed backwards.

"Nnnngh!" She grunted, biting her lip as his slick cock pushed into her ass. It wasn't much different than human cock: rigid, stiff, but well-lubricated. His cock slipped into her with ease.

"Nrrrgh!" Ashley grunted as Harkin shoved his rancid cock up into her cunt. She was still slick from Shepard fucking her earlier, so it wasn't uncomfortable, but she still wasn't welcoming the penetration. Harkin's hands rested on her hips, drawing her back as she fucked him under the table. The lack of space meant Ashley and Shepard were bent over, their asses buried in the laps of their lovers, and they were on top of one another. Shepard was above Ashley while Ashley had her head in-between Shepard's legs just to fit under the small table; Kaiden's legs were right next to them.

Shepard's rectum felt Septimus sliding in and out of it, a throaty, distorted growl rumbling out of his mouth. Shepard's mouth opened and a moan emerged from her as well. She couldn't help it, she loved it even when she was taking it from someone she didn't want. Her head was near Ashley's ass cheeks as she hovered over Ashley's back. She reached under her and groped Ashley's tits.

Ashely returned the favor and, in spite of being fucked by an asshole, she removed Shepard's codpiece and began to suck off the Commander's thick dick. At least she could do something she enjoyed here. Shepard purred, "Now you're in the spirit of serving under my command. Suck it down, Gunnery Chief. Take my big cock.”

Shepard smiled a predatory grin and her hands began to wrestle with Kaiden’s codpiece, spring him out of his uniform in all it’s glory. She sucked him down, eager to taste him. His scent was intoxicating and she loved being roasted on a spit, as she called it when she was fucked from in front and from behind at the same time. Their coupling was subdued, with low, throaty growls and grunts instead of cries and profanity being spilled into the air. If they drew attention to themselves, the Krogan bodyguard would roll over and then they’d have an issue on their hands.

Shepard would be thrilled to fight a Krogan while in the middle of an orgy, but there was a time and a place for everything. This wasn’t fucking for fun, it was fucking for duty.

Harkin, being the weasel-faced shitstain that he was, came within minutes. She pounded Ashley from behind and grunted, “Gonna make a mess of your cunt, you Alliance bitch.” Ashley swallowed Shepard down to keep her bile from rising up as she felt Harkin fire his spunk inside her. He plunged as deep as he could, as if he were trying to impregnate her.
She sucked on Shepard hard, harder than she ever had.

“MMPH!” Shepard squealed. She squeezed Kaiden’s balls, wanting more. Kaiden’s spunk came gushing out into her mouth, spilling over the sides what she couldn‘t swallow. Shepard--and only Shepard-- knew how to make him bust a nut within minutes.

The only one left was Septimus and Shepard didn’t know how close he was. She swallowed Kaiden’s cum and then hissed, “Don’t you dare fucking cum in me with your fucking Dextro Spunk. You hear me, old man?”

“Kas’ita!” Septimus snapped something that Shepard’s Universal Translator didn’t bother to spell out for her. She had to assume it was something vulgar in the tongue of the Turians. But Dextro-Amino acids--of which Turian spunk consisted of--might send her into anaphylactic shock and she didn’t think it was worth it for an asshole like Septimus. He had the decency, at least, to pull out and blow his load over her ass cheeks. The warm, sticky Turian spunk--which looked identical to human spooge, at least--gelled on her smooth ass cheeks until she reached above the table and snatched a napkin off the top of the table to wipe her cheeks clean.

Codpieces in place, Ashley and Shepard re-emerged to see Harkin and Spetimus wearing a pair of shit-eating grins. Harkin barked, “Thanks, girls. You’re both awfully accommodating dames, ya know that?”

“Shut the fuck up and tell me what I want to know.” Shepard said.

“Fine.” Harkin sighed, taking a long drink, “See, Anderson used to be on the short list of humans wanting to be Spectres, but a mission with Saren went tits-up and Anderson got the blame. He’s been tryin’ to take Saren down ever since. And Garrus is goin’ to see that doc in the Wards.”

“Dr. Michel.” Shepard said.

“That’s her name.” Harkin said.

“No shit, fuck for brains.” Shepard snapped, “I’ve known Michel for years. She’s got a heart of gold and a tasty pussy. She’s my go-to-girl when I get those weird cravings to fuck someone who looks just like me. It’s a red-head thing.”

“Hey, whatever floats your sick little boat.” Harkin said, “Word is that Michel found someone with dirt on a Spectre.”

Kai, Ashley, and Shepard shared a look, but said nothing. Shepard gave Septimus a knowing look and the Turian general grunted. “Fine. I’ll admit to the lies I told and keep Sha’ira in good graces. You, er, might want to pay a visit to the Elcor ambassador. I spread the nasty rumors about him that are going around and blamed it on the Consort. Set that straight for me, will ya, kid?”

“Well, then.” Shepard rose to her feet with Kaiden and Ashley, “Looks like we got what we came for.”

“See ya around, sweet tits.” Harkin said, grinning smugly as he toasted her.

Shepard’s eyes narrowed, “I got a joke for ya: what’s got two thumbs and stabs them into your eyes?”

Harkin and Setimus had enough to time register Shepard’s words when Shepard lunged at Harkin, her hands grasping his skull as she jabbed her thumbs into his eye sockets and pressed down. Harkin screamed, a high-pitch noise that wasn’t unlike a woman after someone shoves an egg-beater in her vaginal passage and hits the High speed, but only until Shepard shoved her fist into his mouth to silence him. Septimus tried to get up, but Shepard’s leg lanced out and cracked him upside the head, sending him to the floor and out cold.

Shepard’s insane animalistic strength held Harkin at bay. She cast a look over her shoulder at Ashley and Kaiden.

“Skipper, what’re you doing?” Ashley hissed. She looked over her shoulders to make sure no one was watching them or paying attention. The Krogan bodyguard had given them a sharp look when Harkin cried out, but couldn’t see Shepard pining him to the ground--only Ashley and Kaiden enjoying drinks while facing a wall. He turned back to his usual duties near the door.

Shepard flipped Harkin onto his stomach. He lifted his head and snarled, “You bitch!”

Shepard’s hands ripped Harkin’s pants down, his ass pointed up in the air. She snapped at him, “The only bitch around here is you, Harkin! MY bitch!” In one deft, hard thrust Shepard shoved her cock into Harkin’s ass. He opened his mouth to scream, but Shepard reached around and shoved the napkin she had used to wipe Septimus’s jizz off her ass and wiped her ass with right down into his mouth as far as she could stuff it.

Shepard wasn’t always a masochist, but when she was it sent an indescribable chill down her spine. She only liked pain when it came tinged with pleasure and inflicting a pain one someone she despised was a sexual thrill unlike any other. Now she finally had a natural weapon with which to inflict the maximum pain and humiliation on Harkin.

Shepard fucked him mercilessly. His whines only furthering her thrusts into his dry passage. He was a lousy, pitiful fuck and Shepard only pounded him for a few moments before pulling out and shooting her load onto his bare backside. She tucked herself in and kicked him onto his side. He looked up at her, the strength drained from his body, tears running down his cheeks, and with a pitiful look he begged for mercy.

“You fucked me, Harkin. So I fuck you back. I mean, figuratively. You fucked me figuratively. And I fucked you literally. I mean, I know you’re a little out of it what with the woman-on-man ass-rape right now, but I’m sure it would have come to you later, ya know? Shit, I need a drink. I’m not much for philosophy.” Shepard downed whatever was in the glass that Harkin was drinking.

“Your jokes aren’t the best either.” Kaiden said.

“Do you not want to get laid later?” Shepard warned.

“No thorns on that rose, Commander.” Kaiden snapped back. She wouldn’t abstain from him and he knew it.

“You’re such a goddamn stud. After I stop fucking you, I am gonna fuck you so hard later. Shit! You know me too well, Kai.” Shepard grabbed the bottle of Citadel whiskey and drained it. When Harkin lifted his head, Shepard smashed the bottle across his face. He fell onto the floor, bleeding and unconscious.

“Hey! I saw that!” The krogan bodyguard came running over in a deadly charge, but Shepard grabbed a nearby bottle of liquor and smashed it against the Krogan’s face. Naturally, the krogan was unphased, but Shepard flicked her lighter against his skin and the Krogan’s head and torso caught fire. As he cried out in fear, Kaiden and Ashley led the way out in a panicked run.

Shepard followed, meeting a bartender with a running elbow strike to the face. As she passed the bar, she snatched a tray of hot wings and scarfed them down as she ran. “THE DRINKS SUCK!” She screamed as she ran out the door, “AND YOUR DANCING GIRLS HAVE FLOPPY TITS! BUTTFUCKERS!”

The trio ran down the entrance ramp, knocking over patrons who were on their way to Chora’s Den for a quick drink. Pot shots from the bodyguards and bouncers at the roach-ridden den zinged off handrails, but were more to scare the three Alliance Marines off more than anything. After all, Shepard had come in, fucked a dancing girl and molested another patron before dashing out after setting an employee on fire and insulting their food and drinks.

Shepard, Ashley, and Kaiden came to a rest once they reached an elevator and let the doors shut behind them. Ashley and Kaiden sucked down air while Shepard sucked down the meat on her stolen hot wings. In a single smooth sucking movement, Shepard would suck all the meat off and swallow it. “Good fuckin’ wings, though.”

“Looks like we’re heading for Dr. Michel’s in the Wards.” Ashley said.

“Couldn’t be much worse than what we just went through.” Kaiden said. He turned to Shepard, “Right, Commander?”

Shepard tore the meat off another wing and munched it thoughtfully. “Actually…pretty fuckin’ awesome wings.”

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Author’s Note: Still alive. I get real busy theses days and writing often isn’t done at the speed that I want. But I’m glad to get this chapter done. Hopefully I can get them out faster, but I can’t help but envision the nasty sex situations that pop up whenever Shepard arrives on any given scene. Hope you guys enjoyed this one--even if Harkin and Septimus don’t make for the best candidates for a pairing chapter.