Mass Effect Ch. 06

Mass Effect. The Consort

Characters: John Shepard, Sha'ira.

Location: Citadel, Consort's quarters.

-- I will give you a story. I will tell you who you are and who you will become. I see the sadness in your eyes. A story that makes me want to cry. A story of pain and loss. But it is the pain that guides you, the pain that gives you strength. It's the strength that kept you alive when everyone around you was dying. You are the only one who survived. And you will continue to survive. I'm talking about what you are now, not what you will become. This is only the foundation of your future greatness. Remember these words when in doubt, Captain.

The billions of people in the galaxy would have paid millions of credits to be this close to Sha'ira. And yet Shepard still wasn't sure who she was. A prophet? A thinker? Just a high--class prostitute who'd made her skills so famous that her appointments were booked years in advance? Frankly, Shepard didn't believe in any of these theories. Besides, now that he was near Sha'ira, the Alliance soldier felt no particular emotions or feelings.

Was the Azari before him beautiful? Absolutely. Her azure skin seemed to absorb the light that illuminated the small room in which the alien stood. Masterfully applied make-up flawlessly emphasised the expressive shape of her face and the sapphire hue of her eyes, framed by dark mascara. The long white and pink dress accentuated the slender figure of the famous beauty, slightly overstretching her small breasts and exposing the lower part of the rounded halves, like the outfit Emily Wong wore for the "exclusive interview" with Shepard. But the Consort's appeal was not in her outward beauty, but in the way she presented herself.

Her voice, the way she spoke, even the movements the Azari made as she turned to face the other person and assumed Her voice, the way she spoke, even the movements the Azari made as she turned to face the other person and struck a comfortable pose for conversation - everything was so simple, natural, and yet charming that it was impossible to look away from the galaxy-wide celebrity. Still, Shepard didn't think of her as anything special... She was just another galactic citizen he'd just helped, who rewarded him in a strange way - by telling him what he already knew about himself. The words about "history" and "future greatness" were beautiful and arrogant, but meaningless, and Shepard couldn't hide his disappointment as he replied:

-- Uh, thanks...

The Captain's gratitude sounded so insincere that even a five-year-old could tell it was a lie. What about someone who had spent her life talking to thousands of people of different races?

But instead of the expected resentment or bewilderment, Sha'ira just smiled a charming white-toothed smile and gave a quiet, polite laugh, as if to apologize for the uselessness of the reward. And then she said, meeting the captain's eyes as if she could see into the depths of his soul and read all his desires:

-- Close your eyes and relax, Captain.

Even though Shepard hadn't had much time to rest since the mission on Feros, the man was slightly suspicious of the Azari's suggestion. But before a single word escaped his lips, Shaira put her index finger to his lips and spoke softly:

-- Believe me, Shepard. What you need more than anything right now is a few hours of rest.

Her graceful hand touched the left shoulder pad of his armor and tapped it with neatly manicured fingernails.

-- Take it off. Don't worry, this is the safest room in this part of the Citadel. No matter what happens here, no one but those in this room will know.

The man didn't doubt the Azari's words - her reputation would suffer if anyone else found out about the secrets they shared. So the idea of securing a place like her own office (which was actually more like a bedroom) made sense. Shepard wouldn't even be surprised to learn that the whole room was actually a self-contained bunker. The Consort could afford that level of security.

And yet her words had been successful. With the Normandy docked again for refueling and Engineer Adams and Tali making minor repairs, the crew had another day of rest. Shepard, like the rest of the crew, wanted to use it to get away from the daily grind, but fate had other ideas. First, there was a not-so-pleasant meeting with Ambassador Udina and Anderson, then a stroll through the army stores, and finally they had to go on a real "secret mission" at the request of the Consort herself.

Shepard wanted to forget the details, because they weren't very interesting. But the man still hoped for a reward more substantial than a set of empty words.... So, after a moment's thought, he decided to take the opportunity to rest. Besides, what could he say, the man liked where the consort was taking their dialog. In any case, if she could really guess the wishes of her clients, the further development of events promised to be very interesting, because Shepard had only one wish now.

Some might call the Captain a rough uncouth prick, but John had reason to want only her body from the Consort. Beyond that, there was little she could give him. He wasn't interested in the secrets of the political arena, let alone vague predictions about his own future. But grabbing the ass of the one who drove billions crazy... Yes, that would certainly be a reward for the mission.

Following her advice, the man began to undress. Sha'ira turned away with aristocratic courtesy and walked to a strange structure in a corner of the room. At first, Shepard thought it looked like some sort of beauty treatment chair, one of the innovations of the modern fashion world. But it was simpler than that. With a wave of the azari's hand, the chair transformed into an elevated massage table. The lights dimmed slightly and became soft. A relaxing melody filled the room, like nymphs playing harps on the ocean.

For a moment, Shepard froze. The melody touched his ears so gently. But with a shake of his head, the man finally removed the last piece of armor, wearing a dark blue t-shirt and pants of the same color. Then he deftly disposed of the last elements of his uniform as well, leaving only his briefs. When Sha'ira turned to look at the man, her gaze immediately went to the muscular torso of the Alliance soldier. Was the shadow of a mischievous smile that appeared on the Azari's face just a play of light and the Captain's imagination?

-- Please, Captain, -- Sha'ira said in a velvety voice, pointing to the table with a graceful hand.

-- A massage? -- Oh, Shepard was not against this kind of relaxation, but he still felt a little silly. If only because he was used to being naked with a girl, not in front of her. But that was okay, there would be time for that...

-- You have a strong spirit, Captain. It cannot be broken. But to give your body a well-deserved rest, so that future endeavors will not seem insurmountable... Allow me to give you that pleasure.

"So many pompous words" -- Shepard chuckled to himself. He made his way to the table, jumped onto it, and literally fell onto the warm surface with his belly.

-- No, Captain. The massage will be on the other side of your body...

Shepard could have sworn by all the earthly gods he didn't really believe in that the Consort's voice sounded so out of tune with her rank. Shepard rolled over onto his back, lay back on the table, and closed his eyes, listening to the beautiful melody that continued to soothe his ears.

-- Relax, Captain, and trust me...

Sha'ira's voice sounded so soft that Shepard smiled, everything seemed so unreal, but somehow so damned pleasant. He wanted to play this game the Azari had arranged for him for as long as possible, just so he could finally get what he deserved.... And then enjoy it to the fullest.

For a minute, nothing happened. And then... Hands. Fingers. They seemed to be everywhere. Until that moment, the Captain hadn't realized how tense his own body was, and now, as Sha'ira's fingers began their deft work, the man could barely hold back a moan of pleasure. It felt so good to feel his skin-tight muscles being caressed by the woman's delicate fingers. Fingers trained to give pleasure. Lightly scratching his skin, Sha'ira's claws traveled along the man's torso, starting at his neck and gradually moving lower and lower. His chest, his arms, his chiseled abs... Shepard stopped breathing as the caress stopped abruptly, barely reaching his groin. And hell yes, he was horny! Not so much by Sha'ira's actions, but by the anticipation of what else he would do to this undeniably beautiful alien. At the mere thought that the Consort's experience was many times greater than that of Shiala of Feros, who had given the Captain true sexual pleasure, his cock was ready to tear through the light fabric of his briefs.

Shepard felt how tight his excited organ was in his briefs and was willing to give a lot for his sweet tormentor to free his cock from the light fabric. But she decided to delay, as if on purpose. Hands were replaced by lips, so easily and casually that Shepard didn't immediately notice when the fingers were over and his ears were burned by the Azari's hot breath.

-- You are brimming with energy, Captain. You must relax. You need to let the thoughts and feelings that are overwhelming you...

Something wet touched his skin, and Shepard didn't immediately recognize it as massage oil. It smelled pleasantly of something unfamiliar to him, a space traveler, but it brought back memories of some paradise islands on Earth. The caressing palms of the companion began their playful dance on the soldier's body. As he lay there with his eyes closed, the man imagined the pleasure the Azari must take in having a male body in their power. Shepard even think to take the rough step of reaching out and grabbing the beauty's ass, but at the last moment he changed his mind and let the Azari play her erotic game. The caressing of his body continued for another five minutes or so, the Consort's hands diligently stroking the man's oiled torso, kneading the tense muscles, until suddenly, as if by accident, she pulled down his underwear. Shepard's aroused cock bided its time, leaping into the light like an awakened snake. Even Sha'ira, who'd seen a lot in her life, who'd pleased a hundred, if not a thousand, guests, let out a sigh of surprise.

-- О... You're quite an interesting member of your race, Captain... -- came her melodious voice. And in the next moment the alien's wet, oiled hand gripped the captain's powerful shaft.

Shepard opened his eyes, rose to his elbows and looked down. Sha'ira, in her tight dress, in the subdued light, her graceful hand straddling his cock, looked a hundred times more beautiful than before. When she met Shepard's gaze, the Consort didn't avert it and, still maintaining eye contact, grasped the shaft of the Captain's procreative organ with both hands and began to jerk off, gradually increasing the speed. The captain could not hold back his moans and, leaning back on the table, only whispered:

-- You Azarian bitch...

At the same moment, the caresses stopped. Shepard even groaned in surprise, but when he opened his eyes, he saw Sha'ira's dress falling to the floor...

The naked body of the galaxy's most famous beauty was predictably sexy, yet somehow innocently lovely. Smooth blue skin, nipples invitingly protruding from small but beautiful breasts, a neat navel, and the lips of a moist, slightly open pussy. As soon as the Azari was free of her dress, she jumped on top of the Captain, but her hands held back the palms of his hands that were already trying to touch the desirable female form.

- Not now... - Sha'ira's voice changed, twitchy and nervous. Shepard didn't immediately notice that the Azari was horny as hell. It wasn't until her wet labia touched the oiled head of his penis and loud moans came from the mouths of the excited members of both races that Shepard realized how aroused his blue-skinned lady was. The excitement that came at the same second nearly drove the captain crazy, and when the Azari wrapped her labia around the head of his shaft again, John realized he couldn't wait any longer.

Releasing his hands from the Consort's grip, the Captain placed his hands sharply on her ass, squeezing, causing the high-ranking Azari bitch to scream... And then Shepard pushed his dick all the way down to her balls in one rough, forceful motion.

Twelve inches of his cock entered the seemingly tiny hole of Sha'ira's vagina with a loud squelch, and she screamed.... She screamed so loudly that Shepard was almost deafened. But the scream, though laced with the kind of profanity inappropriate for such an elegant person, was filled with such excitement that Shepard nearly came inside the azari. The Consort's fingernails, sinking into the Captain's chest and bringing him back from sexy heaven to the equally erotic Citadel, helped him hold back.

-- Goddess! It's... Huge. Uh...

Sha'ira was still sitting on his cock, getting used to its size, and hesitated to get up, afraid to deny herself the wonderful feeling of being filled by Shepard. Now, however, John set the pace. He wrapped his arms around the Azari's back and pulled her against him, listening to the blue-skinned beauty's heavy, excited breathing. Leaning back slightly, the soldier felt the walls of the Azari's surprisingly tight vagina reluctantly release his organ from its moist prison. When he was almost completely out of the alien woman, the man waited a few seconds, and when an agonized moan of desperate desire reached his ear, John thrust his cock back into his partner's full length.

The sensual scream the beauty let out was heard throughout the building, if not the neighborhood. And it didn't get any quieter when Shepard repeated his action. The pace at which he fucked Sha'ira, who hung limply from him, increased, the sound of the man's balls slamming against the Azari's ass adding an extra layer of depravity to the Consort's wild screams. Their furious intercourse lasted about five minutes until Shepard felt the base of his penis being squeezed by the walls of the Consort's vagina. The Azari made no sound for about five seconds, only holding him by the head and scratching the captain's short-cropped head with her manicured fingernails.

Feeling that the Azari was nearing the logical end of the "massage" session, Shepard quickened the pace and at the same moment his ears heard the loud gasping and moaning of Sha'ira. She jumped off his cock and, lowering her azure hand to her excited pussy, began to rub her clit with two fingers, shaking in spasms of violent orgasm. Sexual secretions poured over Shepard's cock and belly as the Azari closed her eyes and threw her head back in obscene pleasure. Her convulsions lasted about ten seconds, then the alien collapsed wearily on top of the captain, unable to keep her back straight. The Captain could feel the excited nipples pressing against his chest and the Azari's heavy breathing, which she could not control.

But Shepard's cock was still rubbing against the blue-skinned socialite's wet cunt, and she couldn't help but feel it. With her hand behind her back, Sha'ira felt Shepard's cock and sighed erotically.

-- It's so hard...

Her hand, still in the massage oil, moved slowly along the length of the Captain's cock, slowly and gently cupping his organ. Azari moved back a little, allowing Shepard's cock to slide between the halves of her ass, touching her anus. Rising and squatting, she squeezed her ass slightly, pressing Shepard's cock harder against it, causing the man to let out a low moan. Azari straightened up and continued her up-and-down movements, and the captain lapped at the nipples of her breasts, which were heavily coated with massage oil.

They tasted of exotic fruit and John was not at all uncomfortable caressing them with his tongue, and judging by the alien's accelerated breathing, she enjoyed the touch of the captain's tongue on her breasts. The play with the exotic beauty's nipples lasted about two minutes, during which Shepard realized that he just had to fuck this famous bitch in the ass. Deciding not to inform Sha'ira of his desire, the man simply asked her to stand up and lean against the massage table, her charming ass facing the Alliance soldier.

-- Say it again... - The Consort was in no hurry to grant his wish.

-- What exactly...? - John didn't understand.

--Ask me to turn my ass to you. Order me to do it! I'm so tired of being treated like a queen by these stuck-up jerks...

She didn't get a chance to speak as John's palm clamped down on her throat, cutting off the air to her lungs. Pulling the asari off of him, Shepard threw the whore to the floor. She fell, starting to cough convulsively.

-- The bitch finally realizes who she is...

The man had jumped down from the table and was looking down at the Azari with a look of superiority. She really seemed to want to be treated like crap. She immediately crawled to Shepard's feet and licked them, ignoring the hairs that insisted on entering her mouth. After licking the captain's toes, the azari wrapped her arms around one of the captain's legs and clung to it like a slave to her master's leg. Seeing one of the Citadel's most famous azari in this position was so sexy that Shepard couldn't resist running his fingers over her face.

Sha'ira's blue eyes expressed absolute devotion, and her lips, a shade of pink from the lipstick, caught the Captain's fingers and licked them with abandon as if they were the sweetest lollipop in the world. The Captain's cock towered over the Azari, and drops of massage oil dripped onto the cartilaginous tentacles that covered her head. Wrapping his own cock around the base, the man pointed downward and Sha'ira immediately pounced on the Captain's lustful tool like a hungry puma pouncing on its prey.

The Consort licked the man's balls with such enthusiasm that the Captain couldn't help but moan again. The Azari's hands were still wrapped around his leg, playing with the dark, hairy skin as her tongue obediently licked the balls and caressed the base of the man's cock. Sliding along the length of the penis shaft, Azari's tongue began to lick furiously at the head, licking up the lubricant secreted by the tiny penis hole along with the massage oil applied to the organ. Azari even smacked her lips sexily, as if enjoying the taste she had been given. As she wrapped her soft lips around the captain's head, Sha'ira circled it with her tongue, made circular motions with her head, and massaged the captain's balls with her palms.

All he could do was enjoy himself. For a while, Shepard even forgot what he wanted to do to Sha'ira. Placing his palm on the back of her head, the man thrust forward, his cock penetrating the blue-skinned beauty's throat. The Azari, to her credit, only moaned softly and looked down at the cock as it disappeared inch by inch down her narrow throat. Then her wide-open blue eyes shifted from the penis protruding from her own throat to the Captain's face - and met Shepard's gaze, expressing nothing but complete superiority over the Consort. With a few more forward thrusts, and feeling the azari's throat encircle nearly half of his penis, Shepard pulled his cock sharply out of the blue-eyed slut's mouth and slapped her hard, causing her cheek to turn red and saliva to drip onto the azari's bare chest.

-- Cheap whore, - the man grabbed Sha'ira by the throat and pulled her to her feet, turning her to face the table and squeezing the beauty's right buttock with his powerful palm. She yelped, but immediately let out a loud, excited moan, clearly enjoying what the captain was doing to her.

Shepard made the Azari arch her back, and he could see the tiny ring of the spacefaring lady's anus. It looked so pure, as if no penis, not even a finger, had ever penetrated it, but John doubted that was true. Shepard took a tube of massage oil from the table and poured it all over Sha'ira's ass, lubricating both the Azari's blue buttocks and the small ring of her black hole. After a minute of such rubbing, the Consort's firm ass was covered in oil so thick that the dim light from the lamps reflected off her skin. Deciding to test his theory about Sha'ira's developed ass, Shepard unpreparedly inserted two fingers, index and middle, into her ass. And from Azari's lips came a sound of...