Mass Effect - A Hero Rises Ch. 44

Book 2, Chapter 25 -- Daughter

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We were on our way to collect the Reaper IFF was an ancient Reaper, that had apparently been disabled and destroyed millions of years ago. After the debacle with the Collector ship, I wasn't exactly willing to trust the Illusive Man not to send us into another trap, considering he told us that contact had been lost with the research team that he'd sent there before us. I knew immediately that the Reaper probably wasn't dead and that they'd been indoctrinated. Two plus two equals four.

Considering our position, it was a two to three-day journey there, so I held a meeting with the entire team, and I was honest with them. We were heading to a Reaper. The science team had gone silent, and I suggested indoctrination or they were dead. We would be parking up, heading in fast and getting out even quicker. No hanging around, no researching, we get the IFF and get the fuck out.

And I was taking everyone, as I simply didn't trust going onto a Reaper, nor did I particularly trust the Illusive Man. But we needed an IFF and this was likely the best and only one to get one. The last warning I gave was that, if anyone had something they needed doing, they come to me immediately or at least before we reach the Reaper. After that, I was going to have it installed, we'd head to Illium for a last chance relax, and then we'd head for the Omega Four.

Once the meeting was finished, I did my usual round of making sure everyone was okay with everything. Jacob was definitely in the right frame of mind, eager to finally take the fight to the Collectors. Mordin was hoping to do some more research regarding the Collectors. I'd sent what we learned about them to Liara, and she was appalled to know they'd once been Protheans. Miranda was... Well, every time I walked in her office now, she'd greet me with a hug. We were definitely a lot closer now. Kasumi would always want a cuddle, and she'd added a nice kiss to her greeting nowadays. Grunt just wanted to kill things. Zaeed admitted he was looking for it being all over. Tali was as committed as ever...

Then there was Jack. She was usually the last one I visited, simply because she was at the bottom of the ship. We hadn't had sex in a long time now, the last time being that night which Kelly had organised where I'd ended up enjoying sex with a number of women in one night. That afternoon, she was sat on the edge of her bed, as she'd got rid of the cot, wanting to live in a modicum of comfort. Each day, she was getting better with her issues. I didn't ask her as many questions as before as she spoke enough to Chakwas and other people. I think the concoction of drugs she was on also help. Not bad drugs, the good sort that helped her and, one day, she might be able to get off them and live as normal a life as possible. That was the hope.

Sitting down next to her, she immediately leaned into me, so I wrapped an arm around her. At moments like that, the size difference between us was staggering. She was sometimes so small, and when she was nervous, she seemed even smaller. "Nervous?" I asked quietly.

"Terrified. I don't trust them, Shepard. You know it's a trap, right? Another one?"

"That's why I said we all go, we take the IFF, and we get the fuck out. More importantly, no-one gets left behind."

"Not like you to admit fear."

"It's one of the things I've been told will help. Embrace my emotions and have no fear in admitting how I really feel. I can't just be all about hate and anger. Plus..." She looked up and grinned. "You were right about me, in a way. Underneath it all was a scared little girl."

"Yeah, but I was also being a bastard at the time."

"True, but I was also pushing your buttons. I guess we were both bastards. But you pushed me in the right direction." She paused a moment. "I've been thinking about what I'd like to do after this."

"Yeah?"

"I'm feeling better, Shepard. Not perfect, I'll never be that, but I think I'm slowly getting there. And what I want to do is help kids like me. Talented biotics who need some sort of role model."

"Sounds like you're learning words such as empathy."

"I'm not the only one who has had a shit life, Shepard. Plenty of kids out there have had it rough. I'm not special, I just had it particularly bad."

"You've come through it better than I think anyone could have expected, Jack."

She looked up at me again. "Thanks to you, Shepard."

"I helped a little bit. You've done most of the work, Jack. The difference in you from when we first met."

"There is one thing I really want though, Shepard."

"Name it."

"Can you... give me a really good fuck?"

"Are you sure?"

"I'm in a good place, Shepard. And I've asked Chakwas, and she said I can now approach sex in a better way. There are two reasons why I'm asking. One, it's you. I like you, Shepard. Two, I want it hard and rough, but it's what I want."

"Okay, so what do you want me to do?"

She stood up and quickly undressed herself. So fast, I blinked in surprise, which made her giggle. She never giggled, at least before, though I'm sure my face was priceless. Yet, once she was naked, she turned... a little shy. It was actually rather cute before she put a knee to either side of me, sitting on my lap. Jack when we met would have just slammed her mouth into mine. The Jack currently on sitting me moved towards me slowly, the first kiss tentative, before it quickly deepened, but she didn't just jam her tongue into my mouth, she did it... well, the word I can think of is sensual.

Running my hands up and down her back, I found scars, whether they were medical or old wounds. I traced my fingers along them, and it made her smile as she kissed me. Pulling her tight to my body made her squeal as I rolled her back onto the bed. Breaking apart, she simply gazed at me with those big brown eyes of hers. When we met, they'd been filled with nothing but hate and anger. Now, there was curiosity, definitely intelligence, and even understanding.

And a lot of desire.

"Shepard?" she asked quietly.

"Yeah?"

"Can you make me cum first?"

"Ah, would you like my face between your legs?" That made her crack up laughing. Must have been how I asked. "Well, I think that's a good way to start, Jack." I leaned down to hear. "Then I'm going to fuck you so hard, you'll pass out. I will stop, of course." I felt her arms and legs wrap around me, simply giving me a hug before she released me.

I showed her body plenty of attention, and I think it was the first time anyone had ever done it. She'd fucked plenty of times. Been raped far too many, to be honest. How she was even close to being 'normal' was a testament to her strength of mind. But she loved it when I trailed my mouth up and down her body. Her skin was surprisingly soft. I kissed every scar I found, hearing an occasional shudder of breath. I knew just doing that was a big thing for her. I thought her body art was beautiful, despite some of the meanings behind them.

When I finally made it down to between her legs, she was completely and utterly turned on, almost desperate for me to get started. So I continued to tease her, kissing up and down her legs, back up her body, finding all those little erogenous zones. Her breasts were bigger than you realised when they were strapped down, nipples hard enough to cut glass. She gasped when I took one in my teeth before she giggled again.

"Shepard, please," she whimpered.

"What?"

"I'm going to cum within two minutes when you finally start."

"Well, you'll just have to have multiple orgasms then."

When I finally moved my mouth down to her sex, running my tongue along her incredibly wet slit, I think she even had to withhold a little sob. Getting comfortable myself, wrapping a hand around each thigh, I took my time running my tongue around her sex, continuing to just tease her, feeling her body move as I finally buried my tongue, while immediately focusing on her clit at the same time.

She wasn't lying. Two minutes, if she was lucky. She cried out loudly. I'm sure they heard us upstairs, figuring Tali would be blushing behind her mask at the noise. Jack didn't as me to stop, so I kept on going, both hands balling the sheet as her back arched, crying out again and again. She wasn't holding anything back now, allowing herself to enjoy it completely.

"Fuck, Shepard," she moaned.

Upping the pleasure further, I removed my right hand from her thigh, licked two fingers, and slid them inside her, finding her spot. With my tongue now completely focusing on her clit, her second orgasm hit hard, feeling her squeeze my fingers, her back arch at an almost impossible angle, crying out even louder so they probably heard us in the CIC. She rode through that one, looking down to meet my eyes. She nodded, so I guess that meant keep going.

When I made her cum a third time, that's when she had to cry enough. She was exhausted already, removing my fingers, sucking those clean, as I kissed up her sweat soaked body, watching her chest rise and fall quickly as she sucked in deep breaths. She dragged me down to kiss her before she needed to break apart, using the back of her hand to wipe her cheeks. "Fuck," she whispered.

"Good?"

"Good?" That made her burst into laughter. "Good? Fucking hell, Shepard... no-one has ever done that for me before. All guys ever wanted to do was..." She trailed off as I lay down beside her, Jack rolling into me. "Hang on, you're still dressed. You just ate me out while you were dressed!"

"Well, it was about you, Jack."

"You're going to fuck me, right?"

"Just giving you a few minutes to recover."

"Oh..." So she snuggled into my chest as I held her tightly to my body. She relaxed immediately. "Shepard?"

"Yeah?"

"I want to be one of your girls."

"I know, Jack. I've known for a long time. But you need to focus on you first. And I think you need someone better than me. Someone who will be there for you only."

"What if I can handle it?"

"Then we'll see. I don't want to make any promises. I liked the old you. I prefer the new you. But I want to make sure you can handle it. Right now, we can enjoy it as a one-time thing, but I know you will want more." I paused before I laid a gentle kiss on her forehead. "And so do I."

"Really?"

"Jack, you've still got a wild side which I think we can both enjoy."

We made out immediately, her hands going straight for the button and fly of my jeans while I kicked off my boots and socks. Once my cock was free, her hand was immediately wrapped around it, gently stroking me, not that I needed help getting hard, but I think she just wanted to feel it again.

Having told me what she wanted, I eventually pulled away as she immediately going onto her knees, lowering her head to the pillow. I stripped off and kneeled behind her, leaning forward to I could breathe into her ear. "I'm going to fuck you senseless," I whispered.

"I can't wait."

I grabbed both of her wrists first, holding them together with one hand as I slid my cock inside her, not as gently as I might have done. All she did was look back and smile. A genuine smile. She wanted this and I was doing it for her.

I'll admit, I didn't last too long that first time. All that attention I'd given her had turned me on, and I did love a good, hard fuck as much as she did. I wasted no time pounding her, and she loved it, urging me on to give it to her harder and faster immediately. I was sweating within a couple of minutes, though finally let go of her wrists so I could crouch forward, mouth near her ear again. "Ready for it?"

"Fuck yes," she moaned quietly.

I gave it to her harder, really driving my cock into her. She kept her eyes focused on mine, and unlike before, when the returned look had been empty, her eyes now were full of life, expressing everything she was feeling. And she was happy. I was doing what she wanted, giving her what she wanted. She'd adapted to liking the tender stuff, but let's be honest, who doesn't mind a good, hard fuck every so often? When a woman grabs the back of my head and says 'Fuck me, Shepard' or 'Destroy my pussy', I practically growl, rip their clothes off, then do what they want.

When I did cum inside her, the smile only broadened as I needed to relax, Jack lowering her body, taking me with her, resting on my forearms so I didn't squash her. Kissing her cheek, she happily relaxed with my cock still buried inside her. I might have cum but I'd almost trained myself to remain relatively hard. I still needed time to recover, though.

Pulling back and out, she flipped onto her back and pulled me forward inside her again, arms around the back of my neck as she kissed me, an intense one that only made me harder, and the hard fuck quickly resumed. Jack just spread her legs nice and wide, feeling her adjust herself as I seemed to bury myself even further.

"Oh, fuck," she groaned.

"Okay?"

The question made her laugh. "Shepard, I've been wanting this again for weeks." She paused and her demeanour immediately changed. "Thanks," she said quietly.

I kissed her again, arms tightly around the back of my neck, as I simply resumed pounding her. And... again, she loved every minute of it. Knowing I was going to last a while, I eventually grabbed her by the hips and easily spun unto my back. The smile on her face only broadened as she leaned forward, resting her hands on my chest, and she rode herself to an orgasm quicker than I expected. And it was big. Enough that her entire body seemed to shudder before she needed to stop, watching her lower lip tremble again, so I gently pulled her down onto me. "Sorry," she whispered.

"You're allowing yourself to feel, Jack. And there is nothing wrong with a little cry every now and then."

"It just feels so good. As I said, first man who's given a shit about me."

Running my fingers up and down her back, she relaxed again for a couple of minutes before she lifted herself up just enough, meeting my eyes, and I could read what she wanted. I couldn't help smirk as I ran my hands down to her arse, adjusting my legs and her face smouldered with desire. "Do it," she breathed.

Ten minutes later, we were both done. I had nothing left while Jack was just exhausted, resting on my chest again as I tried not to fall straight to sleep. Feeling her cuddle into me again, I held her tight, giving her a soft kiss, as we lay in contented silence for quite a long time. "Want to come upstairs to sleep tonight?" I finally asked.

"What?"

"Come upstairs. Kelly doesn't mind the occasional visitor. And she definitely won't mind you coming upstairs."

"You're serious?" she asked, leaning up to meet my eyes.

"I don't joke about such things, Jack. That's just mean."

Her face lit up again. "I'd love it."

"After dinner, you can join Kelly and I then. And not for sex. We'll just enjoy a relaxing night. Maybe watch a move, enjoy a few drinks, chat about whatever you want."

She sighed. "God, I was such a bitch..."

"Jack, I treated you like shit when you got on board because I simply didn't know."

She looked away. "I deserved it."

I lifted her chin so she met my eyes. "No, you didn't, Jack. I was pissed off about my own stuff and took it out on you, because you pushed my buttons. We were both wrong."

Checking the time a little later, we agreed to dress and head up to the mess for dinner, Kelly joining us at a table and I whispered to her my idea. She loved it, of course, and once everyone else disappeared, we both took Jack by the hand and led her upstairs. Sitting by the couch, I lowered the screen that we could watch some vids, and I grabbed a couple of bottles of spirit that we might enjoy. But, in the end, we spent most of the night talking, and Jack held nothing back. It was enough to make Kelly cry more than once, while even I needed to wipe my eyes at the unfiltered truth that was her life. The one thing, though, is that it proved her undoubted personal strength. She'd come through it, not without innumerable scars, but she was alive, still standing, still fighting.

She was probably the strongest person on the ship.

We did end up having a threesome though, Kelly and I completely focusing on Jack. We both took turns eating her out before we found numerous different positions that all three of us could enjoy. Jack loved being in the middle so she could pleasure Kelly at the same time, though enjoyed Kelly eating her out while I fucked her. No idea how many times we made Jack cum but, by the time we were finished, I had to carry her to the shower to clean us up before she moulded herself into my body once back on the bed, Kelly lying close to her on the other side. She simply gazed at me with a constant grin.

Heading downstairs for breakfast the next morning, flanked by Jack and Kelly, there was a moment of silence as people weren't stupid and could easily figure it out, particularly as Kelly was always affectionate, but the change in Jack was obvious as she happily giggled away as I made some rather poor jokes about breakfast. Sitting down at a table, Kelly sat next to me, Jack and Kasumi across, Garrus relegated to another table. He just glanced my way and shook his head. "What?" I asked innocently.

"No wonder you have a constant grin on your face, Shepard."

"Look, bird brain, for the first time in my life, I'm genuinely happy."

"Whoa! Easy, Jack. Not having a go at you. Just him."

"Well, okay then, but back off regardless." There was a threat there, but you could also hear other emotions. I just leaned across and took her hand, earning a grateful smile in return.

I had a feeling she was now one of my girls regardless what I thought or said. She wasn't going to take no for an answer. And part of me didn't really mind that at all.

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Time was now of the essence, or so Samara thought. The asari she was chasing had covered her tracks well. She had found the ship name on Illium thanks to the assistance of Shepard. But after that, the ship had simply disappeared, as if erased from history. It had taken a lot of work on board the ship, using contacts she had not used in decades, if not centuries, in an effort to find it. Her target could have gone anywhere in her thirst for victims. She had fed on Illium, so had sated her appetites, but she was sure that the killing had resumed in the time since she'd last tasted her scent.

But she'd had a breakthrough. An old friend has sent her a simple message, stating the name of the ship and where it had last docked. Omega. It made sense, in many ways. There was next to no law on the asteroid. Aria T'Loak ran her little empire, but apart from that, mercenary gangs ran the station, and they cared little about the civilian population, as long as they paid their bribes.

She was busy meditating, going over every single permutation of what would happen when she finally came face to face with the target she had spent decades chasing. She had been close more than once, but each time she was ready to make the final move, she disappeared, as if she could smell how close she was. More often than not, her target left one final victim as a calling card, as if to mock her.

"Shepard," she stated. She'd heard the door open, of course, but she could tell who it was just by the footsteps. Shepard didn't do subtle in regards to his life in any way possible. It many ways, she found it amusing. Human life was short, and it appeared Shepard was ensuring he lived it to the fullest in more ways than one.

She waited for him to sit down on the lounge behind her. "EDI said you want to talk."

"Yes, Shepard," she said, ceasing the biotic aura that had existed, turning around to face Shepard. "Remember the asari I was chasing on Illium? The information you gathered for me?"

"Yes. Have you had a breakthrough?"

"I have, Shepard. But, first, I must confess something about the asari I am chasing." She stood up and moved to sit next to him. He turned towards her, opening his body language as always. He was a very good listener and had proven inquisitive in regards to the life she had led, the vows she had made. But he had also been respectful of her decisions. She took a deep breath and met his eyes. "The asari I chase is my daughter, Shepard. Her name is Morinth. She is incredibly dangerous, having been on the run for decades now. She is what we call an Ardat-Yakshi."