A Taste for Asari

Written for the Mass Effect Kink Meme, in response to http://masseffectkink.livejournal.com/2790.html?thread=4977894

 

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Aria watched in mild distaste as Shepard climbed the stairs to her private balcony in Afterlife.  What was he doing back here again?



She'd given him information on several occasions, more for her own benefit than his.  Archangel and the Ardat-Yakshi were unstable elements on Omega that she'd been happy to be rid of.  And while she didn't consider Mordin Solus to be much of a threat to her empire, an ex-STG member operating beyond her reach was the sort of thing that might lead to trouble down the line.



But Shepard's presence on Omega hadn't been completely to her benefit.  She still heard whisperings from her agents, signs that the Patriarch may be gaining back some of his long-lost influence.  There were even rumors that he might be making a play for retaking Omega in the future.  All because Shepard and his team had temporarily become his "krantt."  



She really didn't want to have the old krogan assassinated, but he was pushing her toward that with every day she let this go on under her watch.  And she had Shepard to thank for this annoyance.



Nonetheless, even the ruler of Omega knew that as much power as she had, she needed to keep people like Shepard from becoming her enemy.  You don't save the entire galaxy without making a few powerful friends, and if Shepard ever decided to come at her... the results could be ugly.



So she didn't exactly smile when Shepard took his usual seat, but she didn't stop him either.  "What can I help you with, Shepard?"



"Actually, I wanted to help you," the human smiled as he sat, crossing his legs and leaning back in a confident posture.  Something about it just annoyed Aria further.  He was here because she allowed him to be here.  How could he sit there, acting like he was the one in charge of things around here?



"Really?  Not that I'm not... touched by your offer, but I think you've done more than enough here," Aria said.  "Word has it you came out of the Omega 4 relay without a scratch on you."



Shepard smirked.  "A scratch on me, no.  But our ship certainly didn't come out of it unscathed."



"Still, an impressive feat.  I think you deserve a rest, Shepard.  Go down and enjoy yourself.  Hell, pick any of my girls you want, and I'll have her delivered to your cabin on the Normandy.  A hero like yourself deserves nothing less."



"I've already picked, thank you," Shepard said, and something about the way he looked at her then gave her pause.  



It was just then she noticed the datapad he was holding.  "You have another merc coup to warn me about, Shepard?" Aria asked.  "And right after I got done punishing them for the last one, too."



"Not quite," Shepard said.  "I recently had the pleasure of meeting the Shadow Broker."



"Right," Aria said with a caustic laugh.  This human was starting to get on her nerves with his evasiveness.  "You may be a powerful man, Shepard, but nobody meets the Shadow Broker.  You meet one of his underlings calling themselves the Shadow Broker.  Don't tell me you're that stupid."



Shepard's gaze was unwavering.  "No, it was the real Shadow Broker.  Real friendly, too.  Shorter than you'd expect.  And I found an interesting video in his archives."



He tapped several buttons and held the pad up for her to view.  The video showed her in the foreground, watching a row of hovercars.  As a Blue Sun merc walked close - one of the people who'd been behind the attempt at taking over Omega - one of the cars exploded, taking out the ones next to it and the merc in the flames.



"And what was that supposed to mean?" Aria said with a dismissive shrug, even as her stomach began to knot.  Dammit, he knew.  



Shepard grinned at her.  "What it means is that I get to break the one rule of Omega."



Seeing Aria's annoyance, Garka stepped forward.  "You want me to space this guy, ma'am?"



"No," Aria waved her hand at him.  "Leave us alone for a moment.  We have matters to discuss in private."



"But..." Garka hesitated.



Aria whirled at him.  "Now!" she yelled, in a tone so loud it even penetrated the constant noise of Afterlife enough to turn a few heads down on the floor.  Wasting no time, Aria's bodyguards vacated the room.



"Aria, I'm surprised at you," Shepard said as soon as they were gone.  "You claim to know everything happening on Omega, and yet you didn't think to make sure there was nobody in the other cars."



She refused to show weakness, even as she knew that Shepard now held all the cards.  "They should have gone to their room.  What could have possessed them to fuck in their car..."



"And yet, there they were.  The luck of it all, too: to take out both the son of a prominent Turian ambassador and an undercover Cerberus operative at the same time." Shepard waved the datapad at her like a weapon.  "Just imagine if this video fell into either the Illusive Man's hands or the talons of a grieving father with a lot of powerful friends.  Maybe even both."



Her voice stayed firm and confident as she asked, "And I suppose that killing you is the best way to have that happen, right?"



"See, if you'd shown those smarts when planning that assassination, I wouldn't even be here."



"There weren't even supposed to be any goddamned cameras around," she spat out.  "How did the Broker... Fine, Shepard.  You wanted to get one over on Aria T'Loak, you succeeded.  Just tell me what you want."



Shepard eyed her up and down, an unmistakable look on his face.  "You did say I could have any of the girls in Afterlife that I wanted, right?"



Aria kept her expression blank, but inside she was breathing a sigh of relief.  All he wanted was to fuck, a notion that wasn't entirely unpleasant to think about.  The human certainly wasn't unattractive, and if she could get out of this situation by letting him take her ass, she'd figured she'd gotten off pretty light.



Standing up, she started unfastening her shirt.  "Fine, Shepard, if that's what it'll take.  You get to..."



"Wait," Shepard said.  "I believe the exact offer was, you would have whatever girl I wanted delivered up to my cabin on the Normandy."



Aria bared her teeth at him.  "Dammit, can't we just handle this here?  You won, fine, but if you keep stringing this out, I might be tempted to take my chances with Cerberus and the turians and have you removed from my station in the most painful way imaginable."



"Fine, if you want to risk it, go right ahead."  Shepard said.  He rose to his feet and watched her with crossed arms.  "When you see reason, though, be at the Normandy by 2200 tonight; my crew will be expecting you.  If you aren't there, we'll see how the queen of Omega deals with the aftermath of her explosive mistakes."



Shepard walked down the stairs and out of Afterlife without looking back.  And Aria knew she was going to have to cancel whatever plans she had for the evening.



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Even now, walking through the hallways of the Normandy, the crew's eyes following her as she went, she kept her quiet calm.  Shepard was enjoying playing with her.  Making her jump through his hoops like this.  Aria had no foolish idea that this would be a quick fuck and she'd be in the clear.  She doubted it would even end tonight.  Shepard had leverage on her unlike she'd ever had hanging over her head before, and chances were he would use that leverage to make her his personal toy.



And she'd let him... for a while.  While finding a way to deal with the blowback from her accidental murders.  It would be difficult to get to the turian ambassador, but not impossible.  And once he was dead, Aria was fairly confident she could manage any retaliation Cerberus might have in store for her.  Things would be chaotic for a while, but she'd certainly prefer a few skirmishes with a bunch of human bigots than have to be under Shepard's thumb for years to come.



Yes, let Shepard have his fun tonight.  He'd pay for it later, Aria would make certain.



A red-headed human standing on the main deck smiled as she approached.  Aria could feel her stare traveling up and down her scantily-clad body; Aria had dressed in one of her dancer's outfits tonight, figuring she might as well look the part while being forced to be Shepard's whore.  "Take the lift to level 1," the woman said.  "He's waiting for you."



Aria was tempted to take that smiling face and pound it into the console until her teeth were scattered on the floor, but right now, she still had to play nice.  Entering the lift, she waited patiently as it moved to the Commander's cabin.



When she entered, Shepard was sitting on an L-shaped couch in the middle of the room.  "So," he said, leering at her.  "You came.  And so appropriately dressed as well."



"I figured you'd like it," Aria said, her tone seductive.  Shepard didn't know what he'd gotten himself into.  If she was going to have to do this, she was going to make sure Shepard got off as quickly as possible.  She sauntered toward him, putting on her sexiest expression.



"Wait," Shepard said.  "You said you started off as a dancer when you came to Omega.  Since you're dressed for it and all, let's see if you've still got the moves."



Aria fumed internally, but she didn't let it show on her face.  Shepard pressed a button on a nearby console, and slow, sexy music began playing.



It had been countless years since she'd ever done this.  When she'd wrested control of Omega from the Patriarch, she'd told herself her days of lewdly gyrating for horny aliens were over.



But the moves came back to her easily.  She moved sensuously, running her hands up and down her body and letting out deep moans as she went.  Her body moved to the music almost automatically, as she rolled her hips and waved her voluptuous ass in Shepard's face.  Glancing seductively over her shouler, she saw the swell of Shepard's groin.  Even in this degrading situation, she couldn't help but smile: she still had it.



Whipping around, she laced her fingers through the fabric of the outfit and tore it open, exposing her luscious breasts to Shepard.  By now, Shepard had unfastened his pants, and he was slowly working his fingers back and forth on his cock as he watched.  Aria was so into her dance by now that she had almost completely forgotten she was the ruler of Omega.   Shedding more and more of the ruined outfit, she was soon in nothing more than a tiny set of thong panties.  Crouching down, she ran her fingers slowly over the fabric covering her folds, slowly her finger up and down the visible line of her labia.



"You want this, don't you?" Aria asked Shepard, her voice low and seductive.  "You want to have this right now."



Shepard's answer was to beckon her forward.  Walking around the table, she nimbly threw her legs around Shepard and crouched over his lap.  Moving her naked body against his, she humped his hard cock against her still clothed crotch, rocking up and down against the underside of his shaft.  When she could see the unmistakable need on his face, she moved the fabric of her panties aside to bare her slit.  It took only the slightest motion of her hips to have Shepard inside of her.



God, he was big.  Aria idly wondered if he'd been born this way, or if Cerberus had given him a little something extra in that department when they rebuilt him.  Regardless, Aria regretted that she hadn't taken Shepard herself before he'd come up with this little blackmail scheme.  It would almost be a shame when she finally ended up killing him for this.



She rode him hard, wanting his climax to come as soon as possible; the quicker it was over, the quicker she could get off this ship and back to more important matters.  Shepard seemed to be on the same page, reaching around to roughly grab her ass and manually work her hips even faster.  Their intermingled groans filled the cabin, as Aria was shocked to feel herself approaching an orgasm.



And just as she started to feel the familiar fireworks start inside her, the door to Shepard's cabin slid open.



"You started without me?"



Aria froze in shock, Shepard's cock still hard and throbbing inside her.  She turned her neck around to see a dark-haired woman step into the room.  She'd seen her at Afterlife before with Shepard, and the name Miranda Lawson finally popped into her head.



"Well, you took so long, and Aria seemed like she was in a hurry," Shepard said, as casually as you please.



"Had somebody in my office, wanted to finish things with them before I came up," Miranda said.  "Looks like she's hot and ready, though."  The woman started loosening the fastenings on her clingy outfit.



"Shepard, the deal was I'd entertain you," Aria said, resisting the urge to resume riding him.  "You never said we'd have company."



Miranda's body suit dropped to the floor leaving her in lacy black bra and panties.  "He's altering the deal, Aria.  Pray he doesn't alter it further."



Aria sighed.  "Fine, I guess there's no point in arguing."  Her hips slowly began moving again, Shepard's cock slick with her juices.  "Let me finish up with Shepard and I'll give your pussy a little thrill."



This amused Miranda for some reason.  She looked over as Shepard as her bra fell to the floor, revealing an impressive set of breasts.  "So she doesn't know?"



"I thought it would be a nice surprise," Shepard said.  "Why don't you show her?"



Putting her hands on her hips, Miranda closed her eyes in intense concentration.  While still riding Shepard, Aria watched as the tiniest of bulges started to appear in the front of the woman's panties.  Miranda let out a tiny groan as the bulge grew larger, moving steadily upward to the waistband.



And as Aria watched in shock, a cockhead suddenly emerged from Miranda's panties, throbbing and dripping with pre-cum.



"A little gift from my father," Miranda said, as she removed the panties to reveal her clitoris had grown out into a 9-inch cock.  "He made sure I couldn't have any children of my own, but wanted to leave the option for me to pass on his perfect genes to another woman."  She slowly stroked her clitoris-cock with one hand, while another reached up to tug at one of her rock-hard nipples.  "I didn't like it at first, but I have to admit, there's nothing quite like the feeling of asari around this thing.  And since I met Shepard, he's been so sweet to try to find as many asari as I can handle."



When Aria didn't respond, Miranda turned her attention to Shepard.  "Come on, you've had your fun," she said.  "We don't want this to end up like the last time."



"How was I to know Liara would pass out like that?" Shepard protested.  "You sure didn't complain when I let you have her for the whole night after she came to."



"Still, I don't want to wait that long.  Bring her over here to the bed."



Obediently, Shepard lifted Aria off of him and led the dazed crime lord to the bed.



"On your hands and knees," Miranda said with steel in her voice.  Aria, too shocked to even protest, obeyed.  Moving around behind her on the bed, Miranda gripped Aria's wrists.  With a sudden motion, she jerked the asari's arms up and behind her.  Aria let out an involuntary gasp of pain, and another, louder one when Miranda's thick cock plunged into her from behind.



"Fuck," Miranda breathed out, as she rocked her hips back and forth, her grip tight on Aria's wrists as she plowed into the asari.  Aria could feel her tits bouncing up and down from the force of Miranda's strokes.  After several minutes, she found herself getting lost in the pleasure the hermaphroditic woman was causing in her.  Miranda wasn't as thick and long as Shepard, but her cock seemed to be rubbing her azure in all the right places.



She opened her mouth to let out a heated moan, only to immediately find Shepard's cock between her lips.  "So, Miranda, does she meet with your approval?" Shepard said as Aria worked her mouth and tongue around his massive rod.



"Not as good as that green-skinned one you picked up in Illium," Miranda said in between deep breaths, "But she'll do."



Aria lost count of how long it went on, and how many times her body betrayed her and she felt another orgasm hit.  After a while, she felt the heavy weight in her mouth start to jerk and swell, and Shepard whipped it out to fire his cum across her face.  She stared up at him with as much indignation as she could muster, even as she could feel Miranda's cum shooting up inside her, filling her insides and dribbling out onto the Commander's mattress.



When Miranda finally released her grip, Aria fell onto the bed, her body totally spent.  "Okay, Shepard," she managed to say.  "You got what you wanted.  Now are we done here?  Can I get back to Omega?"



Shepard gave a wicked grin to Miranda, who returned it.  "Nah, I don't think so," Shepard said.  "We're having too much fun with you.  And besides, there's nothing left for you on Omega."



"What are you talking about?" Aria asked.



"The Patriarch was so grateful for Shepard becoming part of his krantt, that he offered Shepard anything he wanted in return," Miranda said.  "All Shepard asked for was that, when we helped the Patriarch retake Omega while you were away, that the Patriarch would be loyal to us in return, and grant us whatever resources Omega could offer in the coming fight with the Reapers."



"You..." Aria spluttered, cum still dripping off her face.  "You let him take control?"



Shepard shrugged.  "It was a nice side benefit to procuring you as my darling Miranda's next toy.  See, now that you've lost Omega, you're going to have a lot of enemies coming after you.  Folks that, even with your former power, you would have had trouble defeating.  But now, all by yourself, you'd stand no chance."



"Oh, but don't worry," Miranda said, laying down on top of Aria and licking off one of the larger drops of her lover's semen.  "We'll protect you.  You can stay on the Normandy as long as you want."



"Let's let her have some rest," Shepard said as he went to retrieve his clothes.  "We'll come back in a few hours and have her again."



Miranda helped Shepard dress, giving him a warm kiss after he'd pulled on his shirt.  "I can't wait."



Aria watched, almost too weak to move as she watched them leave.



"Oh, who was in your office before?" Shepard asked Miranda on their way out.



"Samara, actually," Miranda said.  Her hand reached down to grab Shepard's ass.  "You think we should have her next?"



"Mmm, you read my mind," was the last thing that Aria heard Shepard say before the lift doors slammed shut, and she felt herself lose consciousness.