Vido's Conquest

 

“You cost me twenty years of my life!” Zaeed Massani raged as Vido Santiago, his nemesis, flew away in his airship. His angry complexion was a sharp contrast to Commander Jane Shepard's beautiful visage, that never betrayed a hint of anything other than total serenity.

 

Sapphire eyes sparkling with compassion and understanding, Jane closed the gap between her and the mercenary, taking him by the hand. The commander's stiletto heels clacked against the steel floor of the abandoned refinery as she walked.

 

“Zaeed, I can only beg your forgiveness.” Jane said, in a soothing, sensual voice. Bring his hand up, Jane placed it on the plunging neckline of her combat catsuit, letting Massani's fingers brush against her ample breasts. “But maybe there is something I can do to make you feel better?”

 

Leaning her head forward, Jane pressed her ruby red lips to Zaeed's rough ones, softly kissing him. Zaeed reciprocated with the unmistakable eagerness of a man who had gone for far too long without knowing the charms of a good woman.

 

“I really shouldn't let you whore your way out of this, Shepard...” Zaeed groaned, tugging the front of Jane's black catsuit open a few more inches, revealing her dainty belly button and the pale skin of her flat stomach.

 

“But...” Zaeed groaned, turning his attention back to Shepard's heaving breasts “I think I can be made to let this slide.”

 

“Excellent.” Jane purred, her nipples already beginning to harden under the veteran's touch. Taking her by the shoulder, Zaeed span Shepard around, until they were both facing the same direction, with Zaeed standing close behind the gorgeous Spectre, his hands wormed inside the black leather of Jane's outfit.

 

“Now bend over, goddamnit.” Zaeed urged her as he went to town on her titties. Jane obliged, feeling strangely exhilirated by not being the one spitting out orders left and right. As she moved, the skin-tight leather and latex of her revealing suit brushed against itself, squeaking appealingly.

 

Shepard bent so low her head was between her long, willowy legs. Compared to Zaeed, she seemed so graceful, more like a ballerina than a soldier. Her fingers reached out, wrapping around her high heels for a little support.

 

Giving her nipples one last tweak, for which he was rewarded a small moan, Zaeed withdrew his calloused hands from Jane's chest, and moved them to a position on her firm ass.

 

“Nice arse, bitch.” Zaeed muttered, feeling her up to his heart's content. Jane would never possess the sumptuous ass cleavage which made Miranda the talk of the Normandy, but there was simply no denying her ass didn't look great drowned in a thin coating of black leather.

Reaching out, Zaeed snatched Shepard's pistol and kinetic barrier generator, tossing them away from her. Shepard was pissed off, but was too into playing the part of the eager girl about to receive a lightning bolt up the rear end to object. Her teen years back on Earth given her plenty of experience with that.

 

“Feeling vulnerable? Good.” Zaeed smirked, reaching for the zipper of Jane's suit and dragging it down slowly, revealing inch after inch of perfect porcelain skin.

 

Zaeed stopped as soon as he put Shepard's tight asshole on display to all the residents of Zorya.

~

 

Vido Santiago sat forward in his shuttle. He had been on top of the world from escaping that bastard Zaeed, but now another idea had entered his mind.

 

“Turn back.” Vido growled at the pilot.

 

The boy flying the crate seemed perplexed.

“You want to go back to a burning refinery with people who want to kill you?” He gulped.

 

“You wanna question my orders? Not a good idea, kid. ” Vido said, hand drifting towards his gun.

 

“Yes sir.” The pilot said, changing course.

 

~

 

Jane stifled a sob as Zaeed went even further into her asshole. She couldn't quite see his package, but she knew from the pain in her ass that he was hung. She knew if she gripped onto her high heels any harder, they'd come off, but for the life of her, she couldn't bring herself to care.

 

“You like that?” Zaeed snarled. “Admit it, admit I lost Vido because of you.” Zaeed ordered, slipping another inch of his massive rod into Jane's recently unused asshole.

 

“You... lost Vido because of me.” Jane admitted, grinding her juicy ass against Zaeed's hips.

 

“That's right, you stupid slut.” The merc groaned, pistoning in and out of the blonde's impossibly tight ass. “It's your fault. You should have never wasted my time with those fucking civilians!”

 

“You're right.” Jane bleated, caring more about getting more of Zaeed's cock inside her than about her morals.

Pulling out of Shepard's ass, Zaeed changed tack. With a hand on her back, he forced the Commander onto her hands and knees, before re-entering and going to town on her, doggy-style. The founder of the Blue Suns had humped many a five-credit asari whore in his day, and Shepard was proving to be no less pleasurable. Jane's long ponytail, the silky, blonde hair reaching all the way down her back, made for a perfect handle, or leash, to grip as he punished her tight pucker.

 

Jane began moaning in a shameless manner. She was sure if Zaeed pulled on her hair any harder, it'd come out at the roots and Jack would no longer be the only bald woman aboard the SR-2. She found it rather hard to care, though. As her face brushed against the refinery floor, lips pressing up against dirt, all that mattered to her was the gun for hire's masterful cock driving in and out of her.

 

Which was why Zaeed switching it up yet again threw her off. Spinning her by the shoulder, Zaeed forced Jane into a kneeling position. From there, he ripped the former-Alliance soldier's revealing suit clean off her body, leaving her wearing a hair tie and not one inch of clothing more.

“I gotta admit, Zaeed. I love you manhandling me like this.” Shepard said, in her sultriest tone. She pushed her formidable breasts out, doing her best to show off for him.

“Good for you, because you ain't gonna pay off this goddamn debt in one installment.” Zaeed growled. “Not to mention the interest.” He said, wrapping a hand around his thick cock and shoving it into Jane's face.

 

Pre-cum smeared her cheeks, her chin, and even her forehead before Zaeed guided his monster member into his bitch's mouth. Drool leaked down her chin as Zaeed brutally fucked her mouth. He went hard, like her mouth, used to giving orders, was just the cunt of some cheap Omega floozy.

 

In time, he got tired of her mouth. Pulling out, he sat on the ground, pulling Jane's cunt down onto his cock. Jane wrapped her long legs around his thighs, letting Zaeed take his compensation. Her, all of her.

 

“Oh, I'm going to be sore tomorrow.” Jane smirked, getting the words out in between stabs of Zaeed's hips.

 

“You won't have time to recover, bitch.” The merc said. Jane could tell, by his very voice, how close to the edge he was getting.

 

It was only a few minutes more of rough fucking before the scarred veteran erupted, spilling his potent seed inside Shepard's womb. The only sound was their breathing, as well as the last bits of refinery smouldering. Jane swept her ponytail back, before giving her breasts a squeeze for her man.

 

“That was a sight.” Zaeed groaned. He seemed a little more at peace for having had the commander.

 

“You know, I could agree more.” Vido smirked, approaching the post-coital warriors, a heavy machinegun drawn on them.

 

“Vido!” Zaeed cursed.

 

“I couldn't leave without tying up a certain loose end.” The head of the Blue Suns responded. “Move one inch, and I'll put a bullet in your head.”

 

So there they remained, Zaeed lying on his back, with his cock still buried in Shepard, who was craning a neck to get a look at the heavily armed intruder.

 

“Having a bit of fun, jungle style?” Vido grinned. “You were always the sort, Zaeed. Of course, the whores you fucked back then weren't nearly as nice.”

 

Jane took umbrage to Vido's insinuation, but with him holding a gun to their exposed frames, there was nothing she could do about it.

 

“Please, you don't have to do this.” The blonde said, no strength in her voice. She was just so... drained. “Let us live. We can pay you.” Shepard said, getting perilously close to begging.

 

“Shepard, right? Do I look like I care about money. The Blue Suns make enough in a day for me to live comfortably my entire life. I don't think you've got too much cash in those... pockets of yours, anyway.” Vido laughed, gesturing to Shepard's nude frame with the barrel of his Revenant.

 

“If not money...” Zaeed looked worried at Shepard's words.

“Are you offering to fuck me to save you and your boyfriend's worthless hides?” Zaeed frowned.

 

“Yes.” Jane admitted.

“It's about all you're good for, right? Say it.” Vido taunted.

“Fucking is... all I'm good for.” Jane said. She hadn't had to swallow her pride like this since her meeting with Lord Darius.

 

“Don't you ever forget that in the next life.” Vido told her. Shepard's eyes widened. She was about to move, to roll to the side, before Vido opened fire, putting a single round straight through her heart.

Vido stepped forward to inspect his kill. It was a one-in-a-million shot. The high-powered bullet had went right through Jane's back, stopping in Zaeed's neck.

 

His lover's body still straddling him, Zaeed was bleeding out.

 

“To be honest, Zaeed. I never would've touched the bitch. Not after you contaminated her.” Vido told his ex-partner. He watched the light leave Zaeed's eyes, for the second and final time in his life, before heading back into the jungle, where his airship awaited. He left Zaeed and Jane as they were, an erotic and grim tableau for the planet's beasts.

 

-

 

The shuttle touched down at Shepard's last known position. After an hour or two, Joker had become worried that something had happened on Jane and Zaeed's mission. Little did he know how right he was.

Miranda's stiletto heels clacked against the refinery floor as she exited the shuttle with Grunt. They were each of them toting assault rifles. It would soon dawn on them heavy firepower would not be needed.

 

The Cerberus Operative scanned the area, eventually spotting two bodies huddled together not too far off. At first, she didn't want to believe what it was, but as she neared them, there was no mistaking it.

 

“Jesus Christ.” Miranda muttered, looking away. Her mind couldn't stop though. Lurid scenarios filled her mind. Had Shepard and Zaeed fallen to the might of the Blue Suns, only to be posed like lovers as some sort of mockery. No, she was quick to notice the gunshot wounds on Shepard's back and Zaeed's throat suggested they had been killed while in this position. Zaeed on his back, and Jane Shepard atop him. That Jane's leather combat suit had no holes corroborated her theory. With Zaeed's cock still in her, and semen leaking around it, there was only one conclusion. Jane and Zaeed had been fucking in a bloody warzone. It was ridiculous, but this was the logical outcome of it.

 

With Shepard gone, the entire mission against the Collectors would have to be re-thought. The Illusive Man would not be pleased.

 

“My Battlemaster deserved better than this.” Grunt growled, carrying the corpses back to the shuttle while Miranda gathered Shepard's effects. “She deserved to die with a gun in her hands, in glorious battle. Not to one bullet during a rut!”

“Stupid. Bloody stupid.” Miranda shook her head as she looked at the blonde's body. She was still in shock, as they clambered into the shuttle and soared off.

 

-

 

Several hundred feet away, Vido and his shuttle pilot's stakeout was over. A shuttle had arrived to inspect the bodies. It couldn't be a coincidence.

“Get a lock on that shuttle's signature, and follow it back home.” Vido ordered. “I think it's time whoever Zaeed's friends are get properly acquainted with the Blue Suns.”