Mass Effect - A Hero Rises Ch. 32

Book 2, Chapter 13 -- Cold Case

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A/N -- To be honest, I've had to significantly alter this chapter compared to where I've uploaded it elsewhere as the content is rather dark and hints, though never describes, some rather dark shit involving a particular character. The game did suggest some terrible things did happen to her, so I took that idea and ran with it in a few directions.

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Kelly and I were enjoying lunch in the cabin. I'd escorted her up there as I needed to talk to her in privacy about something. She was no doubt already aware, but I needed to be upfront and honest. She'd been honest with me about everything, as I had with her. But I needed to continue that honesty to feel right about everything in my life. Once I finished my food, I turned towards her, took a deep breath, and...

"Miranda," she said.

"What?"

"Miranda has finally admitted that she likes you. And that she definitely wants to sleep with you."

"Huh?"

She giggled. "I'm not blind, Shepard. I see how she looks at you. She definitely likes you. I mean, I certainly understand why. And you find her attractive."

"Yeah, I do."

"And obviously that now includes sexual attraction, correct?"

"Yeah, I guess."

She gave me a gentle push. "Not 'yeah you guess', yeah there is. So now you're concerned and feel you need to ask my permission." She took both my hands. "Shepard, you don't need it. You sleep with who you want. Did you ask Liara or Ashley when you were on the old Normandy?"

"Well... no, I guess not. But this feels... different."

"It's different because you actually admitted that you love me, Shepard. That's why. If Gianna was here, would you be acting the same?"

"Probably, to be honest."

"But does she accept you?"

"Yeah, she knows."

"As do I. So the point remains. Shepard, you really need to stop doubting yourself here. I've made it perfectly clear that I don't expect you to change for me. Hell, I even hope to be invited once or twice when you meet up with some of your other lovers, as I've said." She paused a moment. "Can I ask only one favour?"

"Sure."

"Can this cabin be 'our' place?"

"Of course. I won't even spend the..."

She put a finger on my lips. "No, you will at least spend the first night with her, Shepard. You're not just going to fuck, cum and leave. She deserves better than that." I definitely raised my eyebrows in surprise. "Look, I don't always see eye to eye with Miranda regarding certain matters. But her attitude has certainly improved recently, and that is largely thanks to you. She's now... friendly. Certainly more approachable. Talks to me like I'm a human rather than someone she just orders around. Where are we headed now?"

"Zaeed finally twisted my arm into heading to Omega. He's going to take Grunt out to get laid."

"Will you be wanting to visit someone too?"

"Ah, I'll admit, I hadn't even thought of Tara."

"Want a threesome with her and me?"

"You're serious?"

"Of course. You clearly liked the girl, Shepard. I would like to meet her, and I know you'd like to fuck her again. And I'd like to be involved if possible. I like eating pussy." I kissed her for that one, which made her giggle. "Just being honest, Shepard. I much prefer sucking someone's cock though. One particular man anyway."

"Joker, how long until we're near Omega?"

"Another two days, Shepard. We'll arrive quite early, just after breakfast."

"What are you thinking?" she asked.

"Well, I'm thinking I'll escort you downstairs after lunch then... chat with Miranda."

"I would say good luck, but it's a sure thing, Shepard. Just let me know if you'll be away tonight or tomorrow night. I'll keep myself occupied up here, masturbating as I think about all the things we've done."

"Film it for me."

"Done." She kissed me before adding, "And you still haven't taken my arse yet. I know it's not really your thing, but I do enjoy it, Shepard. Jack certainly let everyone know you fucked her there."

"Yeah, but that was... different."

"I know, but I can assure you, Shepard, I do want it. Not all the time, but I do want to feel that thick cock of yours in my tight little butt." I couldn't help chuckle at the tone she used. "Something to think about anyway. Oh, and besides Miranda, if you do ever feel like having some fun with Jack again..."

"I'm going to wear myself out from sex, the way you're organising my love life."

"You have a voracious sexual appetite, Shepard, and you know I'm not the jealous type. I certainly understand why other women desire you. I mean, do you check yourself in the mirror every day? You look even better now those scars healed."

I rubbed my face, happy they were gone as well. "At least I look like me again."

Escorting Kelly downstairs to the CIC, I gave her butt a gentle slap before walking to my terminal, flicking it on to check for messages. Nothing from the Illusive Man regarding any recruits, and no information about the Collectors. It was all a bit frustrating, really. And just flying around space seemed pointless, so a stop in Omega made some sense, at least. It would also let the crew off the ship again, something I was certain they'd enjoy again.

Letting Kelly know I was heading downstairs, I headed to the kitchen first to pour two mugs of coffee before heading into Miranda's office. She wasn't surprised to see me strolling in, her face lighting up as I offered her a steaming mug of black. She immediately took a sip, sitting back and relaxing as I sat across from her. "Glad you stopped by, Shepard."

"Oh, for what reason?"

"Because I wanted to talk, and I'm sure you're here to talk as well."

"Okay, sure. What do you want to talk about?"

"I think you need to know more about me as I know nearly everything about you. Why don't we sit on the couch, get more comfortable?" That sounded like a fine idea, so we sat side by side, turning to each other, my left arm stretched out on the back of the couch, but I could touch her if I wanted to, or if she wanted me to. She took another sip of coffee, a deep breath, then she said, "I'm a science experiment, Shepard. I'm not sure if I'm even really human on a certain level."

"What?"

"I was genetically engineered, Shepard. I wasn't born, that's why I don't have a mother. I know you don't understand scientific babble, so I won't go into too much detail. But it's to do with my father's genome and his quest for perfection. What I learned to my horror is that I wasn't the first he designed, I was just the first one he kept. I guess I was suitable enough for him to achieve what he wanted with me. Everything about me, my looks, my abilities, my physical attributes, were designed before I was conceived in a tube, much like Grunt was in his tank. I didn't have to work for any of my abilities, but I wouldn't call them natural either. I was designed this way."

She sipped again, another deep breath. "My father was a perfectionist. He was and is a cruel man. I never received affection, rarely his approval, yet criticism rained down upon me. He was incredibly strict, constantly demanding. I had few to no friends, social life was non-existent outside school activities. From dawn to late at night, I was expected to study, to work, to improve, to be... perfect, at least in his eyes. Any little failing was leapt upon, accused that I wasn't trying hard enough, trying my best. I guess the bastard rubbed off on me in the end. The thing is, Shepard, Cerberus saved me. When I ran away, I didn't know where to go. But my father was wealthy, he was influential, and I had met people he knew. Many were attracted to me, so I used that to my advantage when I left. And that's how I ended up at Cerberus. Unlike my father, the Illusive Man saw my gifts, and while he would use them to his advantage, I would at least have his support. He had given me everything I wanted and let me do the job my way." She sipped at her coffee again before she looked at me. "So what do you think of me now?"

"I think you're wonderful, Miranda."

She placed the coffee down on the windowsill before leaning forward, her kiss soft as her lips met mine. I placed my coffee next to hers as I leaned forward to pull her closer, her mouth parting to accept my tongue, a slight moan escaping her as a hand railed down her back to grab that fantastic arse of hers. Breaking the kiss, she caressed my cheek and asked, "So none of that scares you off?"

"Why would it? You had a domineering father who you escaped, and found salvation with an organisation who have used your talents perfectly. I might not like them, Miranda, but it's obvious to me that you're brilliant."

That made her eyes well up as she kissed me again, a brief one but by the time she pulled back, there were small tears dripping down her cheeks. "He never said anything like that to me," she whispered.

"Well, the man was blind then. And I might not like the Illusive Man, but it's clear he sees what I see in you as well. I'll give him credit for that."

Her hand left my cheek to rest on my chest. "Can you stay with me tonight?"

"Yes. Absolutely."

Her face lit up, as if she finally got what she wanted. She kissed me again, wrapping her arms around me, my hands giving her arse another squeeze, which made her laugh. "Do you like it, Shepard?"

"Fantastic."

"We're going to have a lot of fun tonight. I guarantee it."

I could have stayed here all day, just talking to her, and while we did discuss a few other things related to the mission, we agreed to part ways until later that evening. Still, before I left, she practically wrapped her body around me and gave me one hell of a parting kiss, that left me wanting more. She did that on purpose, of course.

There was a couple of hours until dinner, so I did what I called 'the rounds'. Dropping in on most of my recruits just to make sure all was okay. Garrus was happy working on the cannons. Samara was meditating with Thane, simply relaxing and finding their peace. Kasumi was reading a book, happy in her own company. Tali was busy down below in engineering, chatting away with Gabby and Ken. Zaeed, Grunt and Jack were all in Zaeed's room, playing cards, drinking liquor. They offered me a spot but I said I was okay for now.

"Want to stay, Shepard? Maybe I can get all three of you to fuck me."

"Damn it, girl, I said that ain't happenin'," Zaeed muttered, "And I know for a fact you couldn't handle Grunt."

"I'll try if he's keen."

Grunt just looked at me, a little confused. "I did not know that human women would breed with krogan men."

"Well, you won't get her pregnant, but I know of a couple of women who have had sex with krogan. There's a niche porn market as well. No, you need either a krogan female if you want little krogan, or an asari if you don't mind little blue children."

"Is there any point in sex otherwise?"

Even Zaeed laughed at that, clapping the krogan on the shoulder. "Sex can be for fun, kid. You have a lot to learn. But enough of that. I still want my credits back."

I left the three of them to it as I headed up to my cabin to carry on working without distractions. I managed to get a few things done before I occupied myself for an hour with one of my ship models, concentrating so much I didn't hear Kelly walk in until her arms looped around me and she kissed my cheeks. "Now this is just adorable," she whispered.

I shushed her gently. "Concentrating," I whispered back.

She kissed my cheek again. "Dinner will be served soon. Will you be coming back up here?" That made me stop immediately, and of course, Kelly knew why as I turned to her. "Okay, I'll head to the lounge, have a night with some of the girls. I'm sure they'll figure out why but it's none of their business anyway."

"I could always..."

She leaned forward to kiss me, and also shut me up. "I get you tomorrow night before we arrive in Omega. That's fair."

Heading downstairs, we joined everyone else for dinner, conversation flowing as the crew discussed what they were going to get up to on Omega. Most were interested in heading to Afterlife, as it was probably the best place to hang out on Omega. There were other bars you could visit, but there was a good chance of being robbed, shot or stabbed. At least in Afterlife, the only thing you'll get is robbed by the exorbitant drinks prices. But they were keen to arrive, at least.

The lounges were now a popular spot for after dinner gatherings, people slowly but surely filtering out until there was only myself and Kelly, with Miranda sitting nearby. She got up and walked towards her room, glancing back once before disappearing. Kelly kissed my cheek, told me to have fun, before walking away. I watched her leave before I stood up and walked straight into Miranda's room. I locked the door behind me before I walked forward and came to a stop.

She knew what we both wanted, lying back on her bed in just her underwear, a lacey bra and panty selection that hid very little. She made a gesture that I followed, immediately undressing myself, though I just took everything off. Her eyes immediately went to my crotch and there was an involuntary lick of the lips as she moved forward on her hands and knees before sitting up so I could kiss her. I immediately undid the hook of her bra to take that off, but she broke the kiss and smiled before kissing down my chest, all the way to my groin.

"Glad we gave you the same sized cock, Shepard," she whispered, running her tongue up my shaft, "I'll admit, I masturbated more than once, imagining you were fucking me with it."

I ran my hands through her raven hair as she looked up with those gorgeous blue eyes. "Well, you won't have to imagine much longer."

"I know, but I wanted to blow you, at least for a little while."

"I certainly won't complain."

Grabbing its base, she ran her tongue all over it, teasing the head, covering it in her saliva before she slowly started to swallow it. Inch by inch she took until she was satisfied, her head soon bobbing up and down. Gods, she was really good at it too. I just ran my hands through her hair or caressed her face, earning smiles of appreciation that I could see in her eyes. "You are beautiful," I whispered.

"Bet you say that to all your girls," she retorted gently.

"Of course, because all the girls I'm with are. I have good taste."

That made her laugh as she swallowed me again, trying to take my whole length this time. She didn't quite manage, but what she took was more than enough for me, eventually rocking my hips slightly, and I was certainly getting close. When I let her know, she stopped for a moment, looked up, then continued. So I guess I was going to cum.

"Where?" I asked. When she didn't reply, but kept on bobbing her head up and down, that was the reply. I moaned and gasped at her talented mouth and tongue until I warned her I was about to cum. She squealed when the first shot fired into her mouth, feeling her swallow more of my cock as I fired over and again, at least six or seven good shots until I relaxed, Miranda slowly moving back before my cock fell free of her mouth. Miranda simply looked up at me and grinned, and there was no doubt she swallowed what I gave her. "Wow," I whispered.

Gently pushing her back, I immediately grabbed her panties and took those off, exposing her bald and very wet pussy. But I was on a mission to now tease her relentlessly until she was begging for me to make her cum. And that's what I did, as my tongue and lips covered nearly her entire body, earning plenty of laughter and giggles, and I was obviously being silly as well, but her breasts received copious amounts of attention, as I definitely trailed my fingers along other areas, causing her to shudder slightly, goosebumps rising as she became sensitive to all I was doing.

When I dipped my tongue to finally taste her, my cock sprang to life immediately. Damn, it was good. Wrapping a hand around each thigh, the only thing I wanted now was to make her cum hard, numerous times, until she begged me to stop. She sat back on her elbows watching me, and I looked up and met her eyes as my tongue teased her, sliding inside her, moving around to tickle and tease, avoiding her clit for now. That would be for later. She gasped and moaned at everything I did, not deigning to use my fingers. I would only make her cum with my tongue.

"Shepard," she breathed. I wasn't going to stop to talk. I was going to make her cum. I enjoyed it when she moaned and her head rolled back. Eventually she had to lie flat, arching her back as she grew more excited, feeling her want to squeeze her thighs though I was now pushing her legs back, spreading them as wide as possible, completely exposing her pussy for me.

"Oh god," she cried quietly, no doubt trying to keep the noise to a minimum. I didn't really care if the others heard. Kelly wouldn't say anything, but they all knew my reputation by now. The fact I was with Miranda might surprise a few of them, but in the end, it was my business to worry about.

I made Miranda Lawson cum a few minutes later, and she covered her mouth to quiet her cries. I looked up as she looked down, her nod suggesting I should keep going. So I did, doubling down by now just focusing on her now sensitive clit. For some women, that would be too much. For Miranda, that just made her cum again very quickly. I looked up, and she nodded again. I relented on her clit, but even then, she was far too turned on to hold it back for long, and her third took slightly longer than her second, but when it arrived, she uncovered her mouth and cried out loudly. "Oh god, Shepard!"

I'll admit, I felt like a king at that moment. Again, I looked up. Another nod. "Are you sure?"

"You're wonderful, Shepard," she whispered, "One more. Just one more."

She received one more within five minutes. No attempt to hide her cries then. As I kissed up her body once she'd calmed down, she met my eyes and I noticed her lip tremble, her eyes starting to well up. "What?" I asked quietly.

"I'm over thirty years old, Shepard. No-one has ever done that for me... ever."

"Well, those men were obviously fools." I kissed her but Miranda wanted more. Much more. Her hand trailed down my back to my butt, urging me down and forward, my cock easily sliding into her. I stopped once I was partly inside her. "Easy, Miranda. We have all night," I whispered.

"I just want you," she replied quietly.

"You've got me," I said, kissing her softly, "You've got me now."

That very first time, we made love, because I knew that was what she needed. She needed to feel loved, adored, cherished, wanted, needed. And I was willing to give that to her. I think the armour, the shell she wrapped herself in also masked a lot of pain and loneliness. She clearly loved her job, but there's no doubt that's all there was to her life, particularly as she rebuilt me. For two years, there was only me. No wonder she ended up liking at least the idea of me.

I had to roll over, taking her with me, so I could watch her ride me. Whether her father created her or not, she had a body only the gods themselves could give a woman. Her breasts were perfect. Her body was perfect. Her pussy was perfect. And she definitely loved riding me at the same time, her compliments even making me blush at one stage. I was compared to other lovers and it was safe to say I came out on top in more ways than one.

She came once while riding me before bending forward, asking me to fuck her long enough to make me cum inside her. She got what she wanted, one hand on her arse, the other caressing her face, as I pumped into her long enough to groan, kissing her as I emptied myself deep inside her. When I stilled, she relaxed on top of me, feeling her breasts press into my chest as she rested her head under my chin, my hand trailing up and down the smooth skin of her back.