Mass Effect - A Hero Rises Ch. 22

"Sure. Thanks, Shepard."

We moved on, Garrus knowing exactly where we were, as he seemed to know every inch of the station. He provided a few suggestions as we neared the environmental controls, and it seemed like the vorcha were digging in, as their resistance was heavier the closer we got. They still threw bodies towards us for no reason, forgoing shelter as they ran towards us. Complete idiocy, but it meant they were dying and were not. Continuing to head upstairs, we reached an upper level which Garrus suggested was exactly where we needed to be.

And that's when we met the first somewhat intelligent vorcha. The thing with language is that we all had a translation implant given to us when we are young so we can understand the languages of the asari, turian etc. But the vorcha were new kids on the block, and not everyone updated their implant. I didn't quite understand everything the vorcha had to say, but it was enough to suggest they were idiots, and definitely not behind the plague.

"You no come here. We shut down machines, break fans!"

"What's your point?" I asked, almost rhetorically.

"Everyone choke and die! The Collectors make us strong!"

"Guess you were right, Miranda."

"And I thought the Collectors were meant to be intelligent. What the hell do they see in these idiots?" Miranda questioned, more to herself than the rest of us.

"What do the Collectors want?" I asked, wondering if I'd get an honest response.

"Collectors want plague! You work for doctor, turn on machines, put cure in air. We kill you first!"

I shot that vorcha, shot the one next to him, then charged towards the other end, colliding with a third and blasting away a fourth. Once we'd killed all the vorcha present, no real tactics except shoot anything non-human or non-turian, Miranda took the cure and injected it where it needed to be, then we had to get the fans restarted to disperse the cure and make sure the entire zone wasn't asphyxiated due to lack of oxygen. The vorcha sent piecemeal attacks against us as they restarted, but we wiped the floor with them.

The cure was being dispersed, the fans were back on, the people should now be safe. All in a good day's work, so we headed back to the lab to collect the doctor. He was still incredibly busy though was pleased to hear our task was successful, checking his omni-tool to take readings. "Environmental systems engaged. Airborne viral levels dropping. Patients improving. Vorcha retreating. Well done, Shepard. Thank you."

"No worries, Doctor. Now, are you ready to join us on the Normandy?"

"Yes. When do you plan on departing?"

"Tomorrow morning."

"Very well. Let me liaise with Daniel. Good kid, will go far. He can take over running the clinic now that plague is gone. Will join you this evening. Unexpected to be working with Cerberus. Many surprises. But looking forward to it."

Returning to the Normandy, we'd been gone longer than expected, and the first thing we all needed was refreshment and sustenance, so the other four immediately headed to the mess, as I stopped to speak to Kelly about Mordin's imminent arrival. I said I would probably not be around to meet him, but she would be happy to show him around the ship, and Garrus would be welcome to join, as I hadn't exactly given him the grand tour yet.

I headed upstairs for a quick shower and change of clothes before joining the other four in the mess for dinner. It still wasn't the greatest of food, but Gardner could at least work the grill so the hamburgers were okay. Frozen vegetables are never as nice as fresh, but they'd do as well. But it was still better than the slop he'd been serving before. And one of my vices was chips. Not fries. Proper chips that you get from a fish and chip shop.

Garrus asked if I wanted to sink some beers, but I told him I had something else lined up for my last night on Omega. He knew exactly what I meant, told me to have fun, and Zaeed said he wouldn't mind a beer. When Jacob asked to join in, Garrus was surprised but said he could join in too. "You not going to join in, Miss Lawson?" I asked once they'd disappeared.

"I have work to do, Commander."

"You can relax, you know. You don't have to work all day and night. Chill out for a moment."

"This mission is far too important for to just 'chill out', Commander."

Figuring I wasn't going to win, I rose to my feet with a shrug. "Well, do whatever you think is best, Miss Lawson. I'm not going to tell you what to do. But I am going to chill out myself."

"Never thought you'd be someone that pays for sex, Commander."

I shrugged again. "You've never been in the Alliance. What do you think serving men do half the time they are on furlough? Those who don't have wives, girlfriends, families, they'll head somewhere with the sole focus of getting laid. Some will try at a bar. Some will want a sure thing. It's the oldest job in the galaxy, Miss Lawson. I'm not embarrassed about it, and the girl I have lined up is incredibly sweet."

"Sounds like you like her, Commander."

"In the sense that I've had a good time twice and will have a good third and last time? Yes. But I'm not dumb enough to have feelings for someone in her profession because that would just be stupid on my part. She might even like me as a person, but in the end, it's physical."

Miranda rose to her feet. "Well, we could stand here and discuss the philosophy behind it, but I have work to do. Enjoy your night, Commander."

"I plan on it."

She scoffed as she turned around, definitely watching that arse disappear again before I headed to the elevator. Kelly was still at her station, waiting for Mordin to arrive. I certainly wasn't going to tell her what I was up to, so wished her goodnight, and headed back to the airlock.

Tara was definitely waiting for me to arrive, as she was sat in the entrance hallway instead of the club itself. Though surprised to see her there, she stopped me and suggested we head straight to her apartment. That was a good idea so she grabbed my hand and led us back the other way. Once inside, she asked if I wanted a drink first, which seemed like another good idea, taking a seat on the only lounge as she poured two glasses of wine, before kicking off her shoes and sitting next to me, legs curled up under her body as shuffled to face her.

"Busy day?" she asked.

"Saved the day, I guess. Some nasty shit was happening in another area of Omega. Some friends of mine helped us take down some vorcha and stop the plague."

"That was you?" she asked, a grin forming, "That's all anyone has been talking about in the club."

"Well, glad people appreciate it then."

"There is one thing though, Shepard. Others mentioned that some of the people might have been with a group called Cerberus. I don't know them that well, but the people were not saying nice things about them. Are you with them?"

"No, I'm not. My armour is jet black. No markings at all. However, Cerberus are here because there's a group of very nasty things out there kidnapping entire human settlements, and I'm helping them stop the kidnappings."

"But you're not Cerberus?"

"Not at all. I used to be with..." I paused immediately, because if I said who I used to be with, surely she'd figure out who I was.

"Who were you with?" she asked quietly, if not a little nervously. Maybe there was a small part of her that thought I could be something worse.

"I used to be with the Alliance."

It took her five seconds to put two and two together. Then she gasped. "You're Commander Shepard!" she exclaimed quietly.

I shushed her. "Please... I don't need too many people knowing that I'm back yet."

"But you... you were dead. It was galaxy wide news!"

"I wasn't dead. Not exactly. It's a long story, Tara, and I'm not sure of everything myself. I was part-dead, part-coma, part-I'm not sure. All I know is that I'm still me, still human, and that's what matters. And as I said, I'm definitely not Cerberus. But I was out for two years and things are, well, different."

"And now you're here with me?"

I met her eyes, the smile telling me everything. "Well, yeah. I couldn't refuse another night with you before I leave."

The kiss wasn't what I expected. Soft, even tender, both of us placing our glasses on the floor as the kiss deepened quickly, Tara quickly ending up on her back as we made out. She was wearing a long dress, which I quickly removed to reveal a matching black bra and panties, which definitely excited me further. I removed her bra first, focusing on her breasts, her hands on the back of my head as I licked and bit her nipples, before sliding my mouth down her body towards her panties, taking those off with my teeth to her giggles, before she lay there naked.

Picking her up rather easily, I carried her over to the bed, laid her down so that her legs dangled off the edge, dropped to my knees on the floor, and proceeded to eat her out. She spread her legs nice and wide for me as I plunged her depths with my tongue, revelling in her taste. I put to the back of my mind everything else about her except she was a lovely girl, we seemed to get on, and she wouldn't have been with anyone else that day. In fact, I may have been her only client since that first night.

I made her cum hard a little later, but she asked me not to stop. While I didn't, I did slide a couple of fingers inside her, as I knew asari had that same special spot that human females had. When I found it, her second orgasm was even better, feeling her clench my fingers as she cried out. That's when I felt the tap on the head, the universal sign that she wanted me to stop. So I stopped that but kissed up her body before kissing her on the lips again. "Goddess," she whispered, "Keep doing that, even a girl in my line of work is bound to get feelings."

"Well, something to remember me by at least."

"I've talked about you to all the other girls. Many of them were very jealous."

I took off my clothes as she moved so we could lie next to each other comfortably on our sides. "Oh, and what did you say?"

"That you're probably the first client I've ever had who seemed to give a shit about me at the same time. As I said, I'm nothing more than a cumdump to those who visit me."

"Sex should be enjoyed by both parties, whether I'm paying for it or not."

"So you've done this before?"

"Of course. I don't see the shame in it. It's a transaction, but I can also like the person I'm doing it with, and want them to enjoy it too." That earned me another kiss, and that one was definitely with at least some feeling. Rolling onto her back, she took me with her, sliding my cock inside her. I wouldn't say we made love but it was different to the first two times we'd been together. Far more intimate would be the way to describe it. Her eye contact was something else. Usually she'd look away or close her eyes. That time, she looked right into my eyes. They were beautiful.

I wasn't going to last forever and soon felt the urge to cum. That's when she showed how flexible she was, spreading her legs then curling them back so she was completely exposed. "Fuck me," she urged. What she wanted was what she got, and I was soon pounding her hard, and she seemed to really enjoy it. I certainly did, warning her I was close, so very close...

When I came inside her, I groaned so loud, I'm sure they heard me back on the Normandy, finally stopping with my cock deep inside her. She reached down, keeping me in place. "Don't pull out," she said quietly. I just leaned down and relaxed on my forearms so I didn't squash her, feeling one of her arms stroke my back. I stayed in place until my cock was limp enough it simply fell out, collapsing to her side. All she did was immediately roll into me, cuddling into my chest. As I said, intimate.

"Will you stay the night?" she asked.

"What?"

"Stay the night with me."

"I'm leaving Omega in the morning."

"That's okay, but I never have company during an evening. I'd like yours. You know how much an hour is. Just transfer what you think it's all worth tomorrow morning before you go."

After agreeing that I'd say, she kissed me again before rolling me onto my back, her lips kissing my chest and down my body before taking my cock in her mouth. God, she was very talented, and I was soon hard as a rock again. She kept blowing me though, enough that I definitely moaned her name more than once. Seeing I was very excited, that's when she quickly moved herself to lower herself down, moaning as I felt her warmth once again. I happily lay there and watched her ride me. She rarely changed position but she seemed to really enjoy it. I'd been with enough to know when they are faking it, and there wasn't a chance she was.

"You love my big cock?" I asked.

"God yes. So much better than the needle dicks I usually see."

"Well, you've got one hell of a tight cunt, Tara."

She met my eyes and smiled. "I'm glad you approve, Shepard. Maybe you can have another taste of it before you leave?"

"Oh, definitely. Maybe in the morning before I go? One last treat from me."

She was driving me insane with what she was doing. It helped she was utterly beautiful. I even had to remind myself not to think too much, just to enjoy the moment, don't develop feelings. But I'd had regular girls before, and it was always difficult when you just had chemistry. She eventually leaned forward, running my hands down her back to her arse, adjusting my legs, and she was soon meeting my thrusts, kissing me with far more passion than ever. Breaking the kiss, she cried out, wanting me to fuck her even harder. I obliged, and I was surprised when she enjoyed another orgasm a little later. It was so intense, she even asked me to stop as she settled down, my cock still buried inside her. "Goddess, Shepard, you're going to ruin this for me!"

"Sorry," I joked.

She kissed me again, wrapping my arms around her as I managed to sit up, feeling her complete the embrace. She seemed to know what she was doing, as she was soon bouncing up and down on me again, a different angle, one that she definitely liked even more. I had the strength to keep her balanced as her eyes never left mine again. "Want my arse?" she asked quietly.

"No. What I'm inside is better."

Another smile. "Lot of clients expect it nowadays."

"Not me. At least, it's something I rarely do."

Wrapping her hands around the back of my neck, her face was soon one of concentration as she really started to ride me again. Our bodies were now coated in sweat. Her cheeks were rather red. Her eyes wild with desire. She was breathing heavily from the exertion. "One more orgasm, then I'm going to pin you down..."

"I can't wait for both," she whispered.

When she orgasmed, I immediately grabbed her and rolled her over, feeling her legs shake as I grabbed her hands and forced them down onto the back. She simply smiled as her legs stayed wrapped around me, though looser so I could really start to fuck her again.

"Going to cum in me again?"

"That's the plan."

"Been so long since I had such a nice thick cock inside me, Shepard."

"You're the first girl I've been with since I woke up."

"Really?" she asked quietly, and that admission seemed to affect her a little bit. I leaned down to kiss her, her hands moving to the back of my neck as I was now really driving into her. "Goddess," she moaned.

"Soon," I grunted.

It was soon, as I buried myself again and came hard. She laughed as I did, joking that I seemed to cum inside her even more than before. She might have been right, but I just felt rather delirious, resting on a forearm as I'm sure I was just about ready to pass out. I quickly pulled out and lay on my back, sucking in some deep breaths. "Okay, that's me done for the moment," I admitted.

"Would you like a shower at least? Bit sweaty now."

"Give me five, then that's a good idea."

Five minutes later, we were in the shower, and I took a lot of pleasure in soaping down her body, and she certainly enjoyed returning the favour. She did take my cock in her mouth again, but I quickly stopped her, as I needed a bit longer to recover. She appreciated the fact that, after I'd washed off all the soap, I simply hugged her. Sometimes, all you want is a little affection.

I'll admit to feeling a little weird to be spending the night there, but once we were under the sheets, she immediately snuggled back against me, wiggling her butt against my crotch. "Can you hold me?" she asked.

"Of course. That's what I was going to do anyway."

"Oh, good... I thought you might have found it weird."

"I'm staying the night, I'm going to do what a man and woman would normally do when they're sleeping together." I kissed her cheek as she got herself comfortable. "Haven't done this in a while."

"What?"

"Have a beautiful, young asari in my arms as I'm about to go to sleep." I paused before adding, "I'll definitely have questions in the morning."

"What will you say?"

"That it's none of their damned business what I do in the evening, but that I did spend it with someone special."

"You don't know anything about me though."

"Okay, I know your name is Tara. How old are you?"

"One hundred and twenty-eight years old."

"So quite young in asari terms. I assume you went to school?"

"I actually graduated university about thirty years ago. Degree in asari psychology. But my mother said I should go out and enjoy the galaxy, all of its delights, before I settle down into a career. As I said, I didn't want to do mercenary work, so I chose to become a dancer. Dancing turned into... this."

"How long, if you don't mind me asking?"

"Only two years, and I'm very particular, as I much prefer the dancing. With this, no more than one client a day, and generally only for a couple of hours. I have one or two regulars I'll see once every couple of months. Like you, mercenaries or those who travel around the Terminus."

"Humans?"

"I'll only have humans and asari as clients. Turian dicks are weird and hurt. Krogan are far too big. Batarians are just creepy. Salarians don't like to fuck. I know a couple of girls that love Hanar because of all the tentacles."

"So if I were to return..."

"I'd clear my schedule, Shepard. Those two regulars are people I really like, and looked forward to their return. You'd be just the same."

"Well, something to look forward to then. But what about your future?"

"I'm not sure, to be honest. I enjoyed what I studied, but I'm not sure I want to become a psychologist. However, it's helped me with this job to make money. I... well, I know who to target to make money."

"Was I a target?"

"Well... maybe just a little, because I knew you were interested that first time you saw me dancing. And I knew if you came back, you'd probably want more, so I let the barman know I'd be available. Once I knew you were here for a couple of days, I made sure I was free for you if you wanted to see me again."

"So I made an impression?"

"In more ways than one, Shepard. You're the type of client a girl dreams of."

"Well, no wonder all your friends were jealous."

"Oh, I had more than one suggestion of offering you a three or four-way. I didn't know..."

"Nah, I like you, Tara. You're more than enough for me."

She spun around and kissed me softly before settling her head under my chin, wrapping my arm around her. "See, that's why."

She actually drifted off quite quickly after that, so she must have felt comfortable in my presence. I felt the same, so I drifted off not long later.

The next morning wasn't awkward at all. She woke up first as she was watching me sleep, feeling a fingertip trace one of my scars. She didn't ask what it was, simply kissing me good morning before I remembered my promise from the night before, rolled her onto her back, and proceeded to pleasure her body before focusing on her pussy. I made her cum once, and she begged me to make her cum again, so I did what she asked, and when she asked for a third, I was more than happy to oblige. That was all she could take, begging me to stop as she needed a break, so I sat back on my knees, watching as her body shuddered as she giggled to herself. "Goddess," she cried out. I sat there and waited for her to calm down, and when her eyes looked down towards my crotch, they lit up and she was quickly on her hands and knees, head bobbing up and down.