Mass Effect: Black Rain

by lander01

(Sexually explicit) Warning, when I say there is explicit sexual content. I mean it. I can't overstate it enough. But if you can handle it, perhaps you would enjoy the story. It's about Shepard and Miranda. 2 'high up' alliance employees aboard the Normandy, the alliance's best ship, out to find who and why they were attacked. With some twists and turns and violent descriptions.

10. Chapter 9 (Miranda and Shepard)

There will almost certainly be mistakes here. Big ones. Repeated sentences, to many of the same word too close together, something, but this has taken forever to type and I just finished it and I really want it just to be "up". So for all the mistakes you'll find, the chapter still goes places, does stuff and has sex at the end. Enjoy!

Miranda sat on the concrete stone, in pitch blackness, only her face dimly illuminated by the data pad she had mass-effect-bolted to her hands.

The data pad was titled "PEReL". An Omega based corporation with interest in anything and anyone influential. It started as water purification company only 25 years ago, supplying an underground Omegan Special forces team with miniature purification units. 2 years after, the company attracted the attention of media outlets and galactic officials all over the galaxy. The units this brand new, small, water purification company were supplying suddenly had their efforts compromised. The units were caught all over the galaxy terrorising villages, pirating in deep space and mining illegal substances on off-limits planets. The nature of the internet and the gigantic underbelly of the web meant it was only a matter of hours after the units were arrested an extensive dossier on each unit and operative within them was released. Featured prominently on it was a list corporations who profited off the illegal acts carried out by the operatives. PEReL being one of them. They were visited, as were every entity listed on the leaked dossiers, from spectres and officials from the department of Intergalactic law enforcement head-quartered in the citadel. They were Interrogated, the human CEO and every single worker they had employed. Every recorded action the company ever took was cross referenced with any information they had gathered about the company prior. After a 3 month intensive investigation, the case was dropped and PEReL was left to go about as they pleased. PEReL was the only company to be dropped. Every other company was either shut down, their trademarks rescinded, their officials imprisoned and their benefactors interrogated, or as was the case with most corporations involved, their assets frozen, their CEO's heavily fined and large swathes of workers forcibly put out of work. But not PEReL. Their case remained private. While every other companies' was traipsed through the galaxy by spectres and had their rights stripped, PEReL's workers were escorted to sections of the galaxy were they were afforded special rights. Their case remained private and was then dismissed. But one man, David Hal leaked the case, thinking it was something the galaxy needed to know. He killed himself 2 months later. Practically the second the news of PEReL's dismissed case got out on the internet, conspiracy theorists were ablaze.

The truth about them is...

"Miranda, the truth is, what you read on our terminals was a lie." The deep voice bellowed out from the darkness. "We prepare for raids of our facilities by planting alibis, explanations and majorly falsified plans all around as realistically as possible."

Miranda looked up at the man, or where she thought he was in the darkness as she placed the data pad down and said. "I'm not reading this out."

The main remained still and calm before replying in monotone. "It is imperative that you read that out. We are currently at a cross-roads. You and I disagree on something very, very important. I have a gun. I have the closest armed force to our location. WE are on a planet with no laws opposed to sending you off to the Milk Maids... It where most people want to send you in fact. You would be perfect. But you have influence over the Alliance and our shareholders insist that The Alliance's Space Cadet program be shut down."

"They won't close it down just because I am in danger. They will fire me and replace me, as soon as they get wind of my capture." Miranda and the man sat in silence for a while before the rustling of clothes and high heels tapped around her and feminine hands were places on her shoulders.

"Ok..." The voice spoke behind Miranda transitioning from male to female as her voice changer deactivated. "...We'll send you off to the milkmaids for a while. As soon as you're ready to read out our statement that I intend on amending with the information you have just provided me with, we will pull you out of the program and send you home."

The light in the room suddenly switched on, blinding Miranda's eyes for a second. She looked around, the slender hands with red painted nails still firmly planted on her shoulders.

Miranda was wearing a skin tight suit. It clung to every tiny crevice on her body, from her toes to just below her collar bones, this suit acted like a second skin. Next as Miranda tried to move apart her feet the zap of the shackles around her ankles reverberated around the room.

"No, no. No getting up yet, darling." The deep feminine voice whispered behind her.

Miranda sat still for 30 seconds, analysing the bleak room she sat in before breaking the eerie silence. "What are the Milkmaids?"

Miranda's neck bent around to get a look at the woman behind her. "NO... Looking." She said, slicing the silence in the room with a piercingly strong tone. "...I was waiting for you to ask... The Milkmaids are a sister company. We have Milkmaids, our sex workers. Clowns, our psychiatrists and medical professionals, they collect data from influential people all over the galaxy... It's how we selected you and Commander Shepard in fact. Your doctor, doctor in medicine and the mind, Dr Chakwas. Odd back story she had. She probably told you it hastily and in little detail. If you cared to ask at all, she keeps to herself. Our teddy bear stores, money launderers all over the galaxy. And our tourist attractions... We're in one now. And our bullies. They range from hired hitmen to the special forces of Omega. Oh and then of course, we have our water purifiers." The woman chuckled lightly. "The Milkmaids are a bisexual group of about 30 Women and 30 Men in a unit. 14 Units in total across many different sectors, all prepared to be shipped out in a moment's notice. Only the best of the best get in. They are all trained in the art of fucking, and every one of them is heart wrenchingly gorgeous. They're all over the galaxy. Fucking a dignitary here and masturbating a queen there. They have made quite a name for themselves. But You'll be right here in Omega so we can collect you as soon as you get homesick. But first..." A cluster of heavy footsteps stormed into the room and in a few swift motions, Miranda was lifted with a bag over her head and carried out of the room.

5 Minutes later Miranda had the bag lifted and she lay on an operating table.

"What are you doing?" She asked calmly, as an operative at her level always does.

"Getting our serum out of you. A deep voice bellowed from the other side of the medical room, rummaging around for a syringe he soon pulled out and approached Miranda with.

He flicked the thick, clear liquid tube, vibrating the 7 inch needle above. Without flinching for any sign of hesitation he slid it in her neck, causing Miranda to flinch and slowly relax into it as the needle pierced her skin.

"She's done." The Man said behind his veil, leaning over and dropping the empty syringe into an incinerator.

Another swift few movements and Miranda was chucked, with a bag over her head into a car and driven off.

*MEANWHILE*

Shepard had finally broke free from the Matriarch's palace. He took the route he came in through, and began is small journey back to his ship.
up the long road, through the stair and he finally reached his ship. He gently opened the door and hurled himself in.

But he just stood. for 10 seconds he simply stood. Breathing in the warm, slightly sting-y smell of his new engine in standby.

He was suddenly stuck with a joyful moment of deja-vu.

He remembered back to when he was a teenager. Before his first mission to Oralga-9; A rescue mission. He had just passed his fitness test and finally enlisted. The day before his platoon deployed, he had visited his girlfriend. Jenni. They had long, passionate sex. They shared an hour so intense fuelled by her pride in Shepard and their concern for his safety, they ensured it would be a good last night together they could look upon fondly, should he not return. He awoke early in the morning and slid out from bed silently. He left her alone in her room, asleep, and trudged back through the old, cracked roads, swollen by the night's rain, and up to his ship. His first ship. The only thing he had in life. Where he sat and wondered through it.

He traced the edges of the main deck. His old ship, made of steel and padded thermo walls. His new refurbished with layered white perspex, padded behind with thermo-steel.

He opened the hatch to the engine room below and jumped down. On his new ship, Shepard punched the big blue button in the corner of the ship and walked down the small steps to the engine room.

On his old ship, he kept away from the old ceiling and crawled through on his hands and knees up to the old, plastic engine, chugging around in it's harness, barely able to the keep it's self together. Today, he strolled down, proudly and walked on up to his 1 piece engine room. The entire room was one piece of layered perspex. Curving gently at every corner. Even the engine cover was part of the floor, it simply bent up, went over the engine and then became the wall.

When he was 18, on his new ship, she crawled back up, hopped out of the man hole and nearly skipped over to his cockpit, where he sat down and admired his freedom through the dials on the dashboard that could take him anywhere. Today, Shepard walked back up, smashed the blue button again and walked on over the doorless cockpit. He sat down, and offloaded his guns into the corner. The dials once again gave him an opportunity to admire his freedom in space.

*MEANWHILE*

Miranda was shoved out of the car onto her feet and held, arm in arm by two men and a gun barrel pressing against her bagged head.

She walked for about 20 seconds until her footsteps suddenly echoed louder and louder the more steps she took.

"Sit."

Miranda was thrown onto a chair, her hands swiftly regulated and tied behind the back.

"If I remove the bag, will you remain calm, Miss Lawson?" A soft voice in front of Miranda spilled out.

Miranda huffed and kicked her shackled feet out "Do I look like I'm going to start a bloody fuss?"

The woman flicked her fingers up, signalling to the 3 soldiers to remove the back and step to the back of the room.

The bag was dragged from her head, the light blinded her from a moment as she acclimatised to the small, air freshened room.

The woman in front of her was strikingly pretty. A tall asari, with long slender legs, a thin, small, black skirt and a long thin coat. Her lips bright red and her eyes bright green, contrasting with her smooth, lightly purple skin in a dazzling package.

"Oh you are attractive, aren't you?!" The woman said, peering at Miranda's unveiled face. So unused and uptight. Bitchy. If your psychological profile is accurate, and I have no reason to believe it isn't." The woman threw up her left hand, clasping onto a data pad and tapped away. "You... Will be perfect." She paused for a few seconds, clearly contemplating some information on her datapad. "Yes! I'm sorry. OK, this is what is going to happen to you. You are a special case. You have higher priorities. To read out - this..." She threw the pad lazily onto Miranda's lap. "Memorise it if you like. I suggest you do. The TA you will be put into is quite boring. Tomorrow you should have lessons on how to pleasure every sex of every species of every variety. It's a 5 month course every Maid goes through... 'Special case'... You're going right through. No time for lessons. You're going to be in and out of selection every day until you decide to read the statement." The woman snapped her hands behind her back, clicked her heels and walked, slowly around Miranda. "Selection lasts one day, typically. the women and men, once they have passed training go through selection. In our main hub, every month on this occasion, selection brings 1000's of people all over the galaxy. The 200 or so women and men we have lined up in a booth... I'm sure you know of this... A 3d rendering of their body is splashed onto a screen, someone picks the person they want to experience. They then rate the experience and the best 60 go on to become Maids. The rest are sold. You will be a part of selection for as many days as it lasts this month." The woman stopped behind Miranda and slowly flapped her fingers down on her shoulders. "Ready?"

*MEANWHILE*

Shepard was approaching the relay. The brilliant, shimmering blue beginning to light up the interior when the glass dimmed automatically.

"Really? I liked that... They fixed too much!" Shepard moaned, enjoying these moments of triviality, the calm before the storm, he thought to himself.

He approached closer, the gargantuan relay increasing in size rapidly, the wheels within rapidly whirring around.

"3... 2... 1..." Shepard flicked a new switch installed and engaged Mass Relay boosters. His engine suddenly screamed in a pitch he could hardly make out. But the ride remained remained smooth. Even as the booster started to attract some mass effect energy from the relay. It built and built, until a long thick string of blue energy dimmed out the observation window in the cockpit completely and sprung him off in the direction of Omega.

The entire 25 ft long ship was suddenly engulfed in a gravity denser. Pressing everything within the ship to double earth's gravity for a moment.

"FUCK!" Shepard shouted. His eyes blood shot looking out the window toward's the looming rock that is omega.

The rushed off, fuming mad toward's the docking station he knew so well. He landed safely inside the mechanics room and burst out wielding his weapons and wearing his full body armour, his eyes bleeding and his face red.

"YOU!" He yelled running up the familiar turian bent over a desk and tinkering with a complex metal cufflink. "What the fuck is that?! That is NOT how you warn someone that they have gone through a relay! By blacking out the observation window and then pressurising the cabin!"

The turian was struck. His eyes wide as he lent backwards, Shepard's hands gripping his oily, damp, overalls and his face breathing into his.

"Oook. Mr. You've got it. I'll fix it." The turian nimbly slipping out from is grips and flew over tot he ship. Immediately got to work underneath the belly of the ship. "OH. That lady you warned me about... She didn't come. No one did. The card's there..." He paused for a while. "I took nothing."

Shepard realised she must have been captured. Where could she be? Shepard grabbed his card and stormed off into the complex maze of alleyways.

*MEANWHILE*

Miranda was sitting in her cell. Tapping and playing around with her datapad. Reading over the statement she was being asked to read. The room was small. Pictures of women and men were slapped across the wall randomly. There were stretches along the concrete confines where people were dragged from their beds. It was an awful place to be in.

So In her attempt to keep herself from living in this room, she sat at the edge of the bed and read and re-read the datapad in a whispered hush. "Hello. My name is Miranda Lawson. I am an ex-Cerberus operative and now work for the systems alliance. I was stationed aboard the Normandy SR2 before the attack. But I have been abducted by a group with some demands. The Space cadet program is in direct conflict with the interests of our investors. With the attacks you have suffered recently and the danger your best ship crew is in, in mind, I would like you to consider my demand to cancel the space cadet program and cease all production of sub-dermal implants and physical augmentation's immediately. Or else drastic action will be taken. including but not limited to releasing all of our Intel on this program to the public. We know down to the last credit how much of your budget is being funnelled into this program and the R&D of sub-dermal, and physical augmentations. So we will know when the funding has been dropped. I have been Miranda Lawson."

She repeated this until she heard herself speak between pauses. Until it drummed in her mind and itched at the back of her head.

An hour passed. Another slowly crawled by.

Miranda began to dip her head down with her eyes shut. She caught herself 4 times before she gave in.

*MEANWHILE*

Shepard leant over a table, sweat dripping off his face onto the glossy wood.

*Thank you, Aria. I'll return soon to check on your well being. I appreciate you kindness and I am sorry for the aggression. Take it from me, in my experience, it was necessary. Goodbye."

Shepard dropped the pen and collected his weapons from by the door. He checked back at Aria and fixed his gaze upon her as he slowly shuffled his way out the door into the cracked side street of Omega.

He walked on down the road. Passing tiny shops manned by dirty, diseased, citizens too poor and tired for life in the main city. Smoke wheezed from vents and shouting was heard all around, varying in distance and intensity. Windows rattled up above and everything was dead. Everything felt dead. This part of Omega felt like a holding cell for the ill and depressed. In every room towering above him in the large underground towers, a life was being lived. Not content lives. Not people pleased in the slightest about their existence. But a life. A needle. A fight. A murder. A suicide. Abuse. The air felt dense, this entire complex of roads was suffocating, for the mind and the lungs.

Shepard emerged from the road with his head down and humming a tune to keep his mind from wondering. He looked up at the new crowds, on a mission. Track the IP address he obtained from Aria and extract Miranda.

Shepard disappeared in the crowds and reappeared 5 minutes later breathing heavily on a stair well, navigating his omni-tool. He input the IP address and routed it through the alliance's network. Quickly his request was filled. It was simple the address pinpointed the facility.

It was shockingly in-sight for a place to store abductee's. Underground a brothel were a maze of holding cells. It's where Miranda must have been.

*MEANWHILE*

Miranda's datapad began beeping. And it continued to do so for 30 seconds before Miranda was awoken to the insanity she lived in.

Without so much as a soft whimper or grunt, her heart simply sunk. Waking up in the confines of a cell, a dirty, battered stone wall pressing in on her tired head.

She reached over and flicked the pad towards her. It continued to beep until she nearly broke the device with a punch to the *Alert acknowledged* message. Underneath this message was an unsinkable one stating. *Tracking*

Miranda didn't know what to do. She was instantly reluctant to feel optimistic. Instead of contemplating the possibilities. She rested her head on the thin mattress of the bed.

She tossed around thoughts in her mind. Trying her best to get rid of the ones that might only serve to depress her further, she had an idea.

She reached out for the datapad, the screen flashing a blue and orange tracking alert, and slid it under her body, out of sight from anyone who might check on her.

She rustled herself back comfortably on the bed and smirked quietly.

*MEANWHILE*

Shepard was mid air in a rental car, racing across the skyline of Omega, checking regularly on his omni-tool's map.

He took illegal turns and rose and decended a few levels with the best traffic. Indefatigably set on getting to Miranda before she came to harm. If she hadn't all ready.

20 minutes later he slowed his car above the brothel.

"Ok, Miranda. I'm coming." He said to himself as he carelessly lowered his car into a parking spot, just next to the brothel.

He fixed on his helmet and darkened his visor completely before he stormed off through the doors.

Shepard mind was burning. Racing efficiency, analysing the scenario he was in and contemplating the possibilities.

He stormed pass through the human guards, fully aware of what he was doing. He battered their shoulder apart and subsequently got them to angrily follow.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" One said. The other a variant of.

Shepard's shoulder was being tugged at by the guards, as they jogged up to Shepard. But he simply walked faster, ignoring their demands and physical contact.

The entire entry room, packed full of itching, drug riddled, species, quiet, relativity well dressed men and women worried at every knock that their spouse is going to find them turned to look at Shepard and the riot he was causing with the two guards.

Past the room and into a small hallway to the left Shepard continued. Angering the guards completely beyond their limit.

"STOP! NOW!" One bellowed down the hall.

"Just over here." Shepard replied quietly, still keeping to a fast paced walk. He reached the end and turned the corder and with no hesitation he scanned the branching hallway he was in, looked for people, cameras anything that might be his downfall. There was nothing. As the guards came around the corner side by side, Shepard throw his guns to the floor, freeing up both hands the stick out and with great force walked both guards across the T junction hallway backwards and onto the floor. As he knelt between them Shepard removed the knife from the guard on his right's leg and jabbed it into the heart of the one on the left. He removed the bloodied blade from the his chest and rammed it swiftly into the chest of the other. He then left that puncturing knife inside and removed the other's blade. He then drove that deep inside the heart muscle again, only in a slightly different location.

Shepard got up quickly and walked quickly over to his weapons. He threw them over his back and returned to his victims, grabbing the blades by the handle and dragging the bodies by it forward into a small closet.

He threw the bodies in and retrieved the knife's from their ruptured chests.

His omni-tool stated that Miranda was simply one level below. He looked around for steps, an elevator, a hole anything. Behind him a sign read *STAIRS -*. He followed it and turned the corner, passing room after room with screen inside the door. A different naked person, asari, human, turian, quarian, even volus spun around in place. It caught Shepard's eye and he decided to peer through one of the windows. He looked at the screen and saw a naked asari, deep green and with great large breasts. The info scrolling to the side stating her weight, age, place of birth, height, everything a sex desperate customer might want to know. Through the window a deep green asari, with large breasts, wearing a grey skin tight suit curled up in the corner of the concrete room on her bed that was shoved up to the top, away from the door.

Shepard knew what he was looking for now. He sped up and jogged down towards the steps where he heard some people mumbling. He slowly took each step at a time down to the lower level, looking for the origin of the voices. He got the half way point of the steps where he had to swing around and walk further down. And there they were. Down another hallway of rooms a patrolling set of 2 guards were walking away. Shepard creeped down and spun the knifes in his hand, preparing for murder.

They were roughly 10 paces a head, but Shepard's pace was a little faster. It wasn't long before the guards lay face down in a pool of blood with a neck full of metal and a snapped spine.

Shepard got back to work, looking at every room's digital representation of their prisoners. Shepard hurried, knowing the pin point accuracy of the alliances tracking software wasn't exactly pinpoint, this could take a while and he had nowhere to store the bodies.

Luckily however, he saw Miranda's spinning naked body on a screen. He rushed up to the door and tried to pull it open when he looked over to one of the guard's utility belt.

*MEANWHILE*

Miranda awoke the the sound of her door bursting open. Shepard ran in and dropped a card key.

"Is everything OK, Miranda?! Miranda!" Her weary eyes could barely make out the shiny black figure walking towards her. But his voice was instantly recognisable.

Miranda began to laugh manically. Originating from a small chuckle, she couldn't contain herself. She was flung over Shepard's shoulder and stormed out. Over the 2 bodies, up the steps, down the hall and down the connecting one into the waiting room.

Everyone's attention was captured. But Miranda was too busy laughing and Shepard was too busy getting her to safety. He threw her in the car and raced off to the docking station near his ship.

He got her out the car, gasping for air, clutching her stomach, barking like a seal laughing. He threw her up over his shoulder and ran back to his ship. Through the alleyways, and into the garage. "It better be fixed!" He shouted, too distracted to share a glance at the turian he was threatened.

Shepard shut the door, smashed the button that opened the stairs to the engine level and placed her gently on the smooth ceramic.

Wasting no time. He ran up the steps and engaged engine, he few off, and engaged thrusters, the sight of the relay approaching fast. He flicked the switch and preyed the turian fixed it correctly.

* 8 hours later*

Miranda kissed Shepard and rested her hands back on his shoulder.

"Have you read the diagnosis?" Miranda sighed in response "Please, read it! It's what's in you too."

"I told you they cured me!"

"No they didn't. They wouldn't just cure you... I know a doctor we can go to. They'll fix it. And if you really are cured... Well, the worst case scenario is that we waste some money on a cure that isn't necessary."

"Yeah... OK. It makes sense."

Miranda huffed and kicked her legs out again when the omni-tool began to scroll and she noticed *-Your penis/testicles*

"Oooh, what's that?!" Miranda asked in a worried tone, flicking Shepard's quick hands from the screen away and scrolling herself.

Shepard gave up and let her read it.

A minute later she said with intrigue "Sudden powerful and voluminous... Veins extrude... Feel your heartbeat." She continued. "Well I have to see this."

"Miranda..." Shepard said with a huff. "We are on our tiny frigate in the middle of nowhere, with PEReL looking for us." Miranda looked at him dead in the eyes. "You're a soldier miss Lawson."

"You are too!" She exclaimed.

"So let's act like it! We're pretty fucking good at this, so let's not compromise everything we've done, how far we've come, by..."

Miranda stopped him in a much calmer tone. "I just want to see it. I want to see if my commanders health is up to scratch."

"No. I need to be erect to see it."

"So get erect, commander." Before Shepard could respond she continued. "We'll take all our guns and head over to the engine room. And I'll inspect your issue."

"Engine room, we'll take out the cup links and lye them next to us. Put them back in when we're done."

"Good." Miranda replied authoritatively as she stood up and grabbed all 4 guns from the corner and took them across the main room, downstairs into the engine room.

As Shepard got to the lower level, he saw Miranda propping the guns in the corner. He unzipped his trousers and flopped his cock out to the surprise of Miranda for when she spun around to greet him.

"It's... Bigger..." She said slowly as she moved in closer.

She gripped Shepard by the dick and walked him over to a wall, the stairs to his left and the engine in the top right.

"So... You need to be erect. Sit there Miranda kicked over a 3ft tall box left over from the refurbishment the turian's undertook."

Shepard slid his back down the wall, and onto the box, his penis hanging between his legs.

Miranda got straight into it. Cramming her fingers into the tight neck of the skin-tight brown suit and tearing it apart.

As her breasts exposed and she spun around she said. "Because my skin is so used to my tight, suit I normally wear, they needed to give me one that had the same effects. So it still cleans me, puts chemicals into my skin that make me soft... all that. I'm brand new again.

As he clasped his penis, goggling at Miranda's ass, her tight suit peeling from her skin, he replied, "I noticed, you smell good. I had my armour on for a while too. We're good." He smirked

2 minutes later, Miranda finished her dance, She kicked her suit over in the corner and stood, completely naked, gawking at Shepard's stiff cock.

Quickly, she ran over, took Shepard's shoes off and tore his trousers off with them. Shepard sat back, and accepted what was going to occur.

She knelt on the floor and licked her lips before wrapping her hand around the base of his shaft, her middle finger and thumb almost connecting.

Her gaping mouth began to water as it approached his swollen, bulbous tip.

Gently, she extended her tongue, creating a surface for Shepard to serve his cock. She made contact and slowly slid her wet tongue around the hard curves of the underside of his tip.

As she felt she had sufficiently explored the solid V shaped underneath of his head she moved on and slowly licked around and over the hole.

Shepard's breathing sped up and became deeper as Miranda's pale, cute face finally began accepting an inch of his tip.

Her fat lips slid over the swollen, purple head, around and up the slow bends and curves. Her fist still clenched tightly around his base.

Finally, Miranda had the 2 inch, thumping head inside, surrounded by her warm, gaping mouth.

She locked her puffy lips around her shaft, below the lip of his head and ran her tongue around, tasting the delicious thick, warm tip filling her mouth.

Slowly Miranda raised her free hand and attached it to his beating, vein extruding shaft and began to pump slowly with both soft hands.

Shepard's heavy breathing slowly and randomly changed into short moans as Miranda delicately got the most of out his cock.

About 1 minute into her masterful mouth-work, she refused to let Shepard's sensitive tip out of her, soft, pillow-ey grips. As a consequence a large amount of saliva was building, coating the swollen head in a sheen of clear liquid.

Shepard was beginning to overload with sensation. His urge to go further was becoming too much. his right leg twitched and his expression became one more of slight agony.

Miranda lifted her eyes to Shepard's, her hands still stroking over the bumps, veins and ridges, her tongue and fat lips playing with his tip to painful pleasure when she allowed more of the throbbing member into her warm, sloppy chambers.

The 3.5 inches she had now was just enough before it entered her throat. She was packed to capacity, thrashing her tongue around and sloshing her saliva around the mouth widening cock.

Soon she had no other option to take her blowjob to the next level but to bob up and down a little on him.

With the 3 and a half inches of Shepard's member embraced by her stretched mouth, Miranda pouted her lips off the shaft and smacked them back down before slowly releasing the throbbing meat from her mouth.

With both hands still gently pumping and her eyes still seductively locked onto Shepard's she very slowly pulled the cock from her mouth, closely followed by a sloppy mess of her saliva slapped across her chin and dripping off his cock.

"Oooooh, God." Shepard moaned as he got some time to breathe the air.

Not eager to let Shepard relax, Miranda took her left hand and wrapped it around the tip, her palm touching the urethra as she spun it around, massaging her saliva into him.

Through the squelchy sounds and spit covered mouth she whispered. "I see what they mean by throbbing... And the veins... Oh the bloody veins... This is a new cock you've got, commander."

Suddenly she used both hands on Shepard's shaft and pumped it madly. Twisting each hand in an opposite direction, pounding his pelvis on the down pump and over the swollen tip, splashing her spit back onto her face on the up pump.

"I want you to fuck my bloody face, Shepard. Fuck it! I fucking love this co-UARGH!"

Shepard lost it. The sudden pounding of her fists down his cock sent him mad but the words threw him over the edge.

He swiftly ran his fingers through her messy, thick, black hair and found the back of her head. He pushed her down his raging meat, causing her to jolt and express her surprise in a muffled gag.

A good 4 inches ran into her mouth and knocked at the doors of her throat vigorously.

"HUUGOUPH... HUMMPGGH... OUUGGPPHHH"

Miranda's sweet blue eyes gently began to open from the surprise, to see Shepard's juicy piece of meat thrust in and out of her mouth. Her cushion-ey, sensitive lips caressing the solid veins across the steel shaft

"GUAGGH...GUMPPPH...HUOUGHPHHH..." With every thrust this loud animistic noise made in her cock-filled mouth filled the room and they were sure, the rest of the ship. More and more saliva built, sloshing around his meat and extracting some from her face with each time he pulled to shove back in, splashing her spit over her face.

"UGh...Oooh... God, Miranda..." Shepard moaned, his hands firmly around the back of her head, assisting the intrusion of his dick into her innocent, dainty, cute, pale face. But unexpectedly, on one thrust, Miranda refused to lift her head. Instead with Shepard's member shoved in her spit covered face and his beating tip pressed against her throat, she pushed and pushed.

She scrunched her eyes up and stuck her tongue out as far as she could. "GOUAARRGUUPHACCKH..."

Miranda's hands clenched the side of the box to give her more leverage, when suddenly she gagged again, and gagged loud.

"GUAAAPHKKKKHAA!" Her throat opened up a few millimetres, just enough for Shepard's tip to cram through, forcing it open and making it's way down her throat.

Miranda made another loud noise at the back of her throat as Shepard's 10 inch long, 7 inch thick member slid down to the sound of Miranda's squelchy, muffled moans from her warm, wet, meat-packed mouth.

"GO-OH-OH... GOD! FUCK!" Shepard yelled out at Miranda, pressed against his pelvis.

3 seconds into her throat being stretched to capacity and she had a desperate need to breathe.

She pushed against the box with her hands and gradually felt the bumpy, beating, thick, hot cock slide out of her throat until only the head was locked inside of her sloppy air tight mouth.

Inch by inch as the member slipped out, huge amounts of saliva followed. Coating the shaft and slipping off it, slapping heavily onto Miranda's tits and knees.

In 2 subsequent moves, she locked eyes with Shepard's and sucked the tip. Her pale, spit covered face bobbing a little up and down.

Miranda went to lengths to make sure a fat juicy cock would look good inside her mouth. She welcomed the sloppy effects of a rough blowjob covering face; she widened her eyes innocently, and made an effort not to curl her lips in on the shaft, and instead pout them out.

It was only 5 seconds Miranda spent servicing Shepard this delicately. She required a few seconds to breathe. But reinvigorated, she took a big deep breath and dove back down on his cock.

"HUAGUMPHHHACCKK"

"UUGH!" Shepard cried in response.

His cock buried 4 inches in her stretched wide-open mouth and 6 down her critically widened throat.

"GUAMMPFKH! GUMPFKH! URRGHAK!..."

As Miranda's need to breath became more and more necessary her hands slapped harder and harder onto Shepard's thighs.

Finally he pulled her head off, gave her a second to breathe and shoved her back down.

"GUAAAKCHHH"! His cock crammed it's way back down her tight, spamming throat and lifted back off again, giving her a second to catch another breath before once more slamming her face down his entire length.

A good 30 seconds Shepard spent, throwing his cock down her tight throat 2 times a second.

Inevitably, Miranda generated a gigantic amount of spit along with her nearly deafening, sexy cock-filled choking, moans, and gulps filling the entire ship.

As Miranda's head was being thrown forwards and backwards nearing 100 times, Shepard came to a realisation.

Looking down at Miranda's watering, red eyes, her spit covered face and stretched mouth accepting his raging, thick, veiny member, he took another second to enjoy the sounds of their labour. The - "HUMPHAGACKPH- *GASP* - GAACKPHHACKK *GASP*" filling the room and accompanying the sight of the messy pale face at work perfectly, before he was compelled to groan out load. "FUCK... I'M GOING TO CUM, MIRANDA."

Suddenly, Miranda's eyes widened further as she attempted to smile through the thrusting meat intruding her face.

Still thrusting, gulping and gagging hard, Miranda slapped Shepard's thighs and pulled at his arms, urging him to stand. And so he did. Gripping her head, he rose up from the box and kicked it away to the left of him.

He began to thrust into her as well as pulling her into him at great speeds.

Miranda could feel the sudden twitching, Shepard began to tense. The throbbing meat in her face jumped and strained when finally, "OH GOD!" Shepard cried.

He refused to hold still as his orgasm cried for him to pass out. He continued to thrust, burying his cock down her gagging, gulping, filled throat.

His balls tightened up and a large blast of cum shot down her throat. Miranda could feel the thick, soupy strands slide through and flop down in her intestines.

Two ropes out, Shepard retreated to plunge back down but quickly blew a load in her already saliva packed mouth. To make room for the load, some spit flew out the sides of her mouth.

Shepard deepthroated her again as his cock re-chambered another load. He pulled out of her throat, back into the mouth and blasted another fat, warm, thick load of cum into her warm, wet chamber, causing more saliva to spew out from the tight gaps around his cock and her lips.

At this point, Miranda's mouth was so packed with spit and cum, every slight movement caused the mixture to spill out onto Shepard's cock and her face. That was until Shepard found a new hole to deposit his loads into.

As Shepard went to pull Miranda back down on his shaft he ejected another thick load, and to the surprise of both, it flew out of her nose and back onto his shaft.

"GWACCKAACKH" she chocked for the 7th time during the ejaculation, when Shepard finally, relieved Miranda's mouth and throat of the task of facilitating his pulsing, 7 inch thick, 10 inch long member.

As his shaft fully retreated a sea of cum and saliva broke open from her mouth and spilled out onto her knees and breasts.

But Shepard wasn't done. He slapped a hand onto his tip and blew 3 more thick ropes across her gorgeous, pale, gasping, spitting, skull-fucked-recovering face.

"Oh. *cough* . My. Bloody. God. " Miranda said with little breath, looking through her ruined face.

Shepard lowered himself onto the floor, his member equally drenched and ruined.

"Oh god... I can't breathe to easily... You stretched my throat open..."

Shepard chucked to himself as he looked at the floor and gradually up to her. "What did you expect?" He asked with a smirk.

"What do I look like?" She was compelled to ask.

"Umm... There's a lot of my stuff on there and a lot of your stuff on there too."

"Describe it... There's no mirror..."

"Well..." Miranda spread her legs open and moved her hands down towards her clean shaven, tidy pussy. "... You look like you've been skull fucked by a big dick... You've got a lot of spit around your chin and neck." Miranda rubbed her pussy around with her palm. "There's some cum on the sides of your mouth and lips where I came and pushed my dick back in, making it splash out." Miranda's chest fell in and her heart skipped as her muscles gave way... "Your mouth is still dripping spit onto your tits... There's lots of it... Your cheeks have a few loads of my cum on them from when I pulled out and unloaded on you..." Miranda's pussy started to squelch as she dipped a finger in, and shut her eyes. "There's cum on your forehead and down towards your eyes. Still mixed with spit. I don't know how you got your spit that far across your face..." Miranda began to move her middle finger in and up, down and out of her pussy."

Miranda's eyes shut as she got caught up in the ever speedier masturbation when she noticed Shepard missed a beat with his next sentence.

Her finger sped up as she asked with quick sharp breaths "And what else?"

Before Miranda could open her eyes Shepard had removed his top and darted around the back of her.

Her legs were spread out her heels resting her feet upwards. She leant on her right hand and masturbated with the left. Her dark raven hair spread across her back.

Shepard looked her up and down, giving his cock a deep massage in the process.

It was 7 seconds since he last spoke, so in reaction Miranda opened her eyes but only to a the steel wall and his clothes piled on the floor to her right. Then suddenly she was lifted by under her arms and subsequently, brought back down with Shepard.

"AH! Hahaha!" She chirped as she lay down, her back to his chest.

Shepard then shuffled back up, gripping onto Miranda and kicking at the floor to bring himself back to the steel wall. He propped his back up and pushed Miranda forward.

He pushed he further and further forward until Miranda had no choice but the spread her legs 180 degrees apart.

Shepard finally had her in the position he wanted. Her torso between his legs, face down on the floor, legs 180 degrees apart, giving him full access to her squishy bum at groin level.

"Ooh I miss this." Shepard remarked slapping her perky, easily marked, white as paper bum cheeks.

Shepard dove in, overcome by the pure sight of her pale white, thick, juicy ass.

The sheer amount of time it took and pressure you had to apply to one of Miranda's bum cheeks before you hit bone or anything solid was enough to make any man do what Shepard did. He lifted her at the waist slightly and dove his head down towards it, licking, biting, smooshing his face in, anything to experience her magnificent bum as fully as possible.

"HE! Ahi!" Miranda sparked, "I've missed this too!".

Shepard spent a full 20 seconds licking, spitting, kissing and squeezing her ass before he retreated and took a breath.

"Jesus, I thought you were going to deepthroat my arse there!" She remarked at the gasp Shepard took as he came up.

Shepard let her waist flop back down on his before spreading the considerable mass of her cheeks apart, and heavily flopping his wet cock deep between them.

Shepard let them go and they giggled back in position and gobbling his thick meat within the crevice, hidden deep down against her asshole, away from sight.

"Ooh! Yeah!" She moaned, her face still pressed against the floor, smearing the concoction of saliva and cum onto the clean, smooth, Perspex.

Shepard continued to mush her cheeks together over his cock. He dug his fingers and kneaded hard.

His cock began to beat again. Throb within the confines of her fat but firm, warm ass cheeks.

"Oh, bloody hell, that felt so good down my throat, Shepard. And I can feel on my ass... That throbbing... I've never felt that in a dick before."

Miranda was sending Shepard into a state. She was the only woman in the galaxy with that power. She was special. That face, her fat, cushion-ey lips, those blue eyes, her cute nose... Her firm perky breasts, her perfectly sized, pink nipples... Her thin waist and toned stomach... Her wide hips, gigantic, squishy bum with a 4 and a half inch deep crevice... Her deceivingly strong thighs and her long legs... Her tiny cute feet, the exaggerated curvy arch on her soles, her short toes and the soft, air, filled squishiness of them. Her feet felt like a babies', as if she had never walked a step in her life. And her incredibly soft, smooth pale skin wrapped it all up in the most alluring package a trillion light years in any direction. She was perfect, and she knew it. Not many men have had the pleasure of being inside her. Only the best for the woman who had a choice of any man in the galaxy. A true prize, a blessing of the perfect woman for the few in her 35 years alive, she deemed worthy. Apart from Joker, a chink in her armour that only existed for a day or two before her hard, alerted consciousness repaired it.

But back to someone who deserved it. Someone she loved, and just as importantly, someone with a big, fat, juicy cock who could work someone like her through unbearable pleasure and land her gently in heaven.

Shepard used his left hand and pulled his cock submerged in her crack and slapped it against her cheeks. Leaving behind a slippery load of saliva and cum left over from the face-fucking.

"Ready?" Shepard asked at her torso laying flat against the floor.

Miranda spit and blew messily at the cum dripping down her face and across her lips before replying, "...Oh, bloody hell, yes!"

With the go ahead Shepard used his free right hand to lift her pelvis up a little and move it forward, giving his member space to bend down to her pussies' level and prepare for entry.

He aimed his shaft forward and slowly brought her waist back towards him until he penetrated her her soft, damp lips and nudged against her hole.

Miranda felt a part of some kind of sexual david vs goliath as the thick, bulbous head pressed against, tiny, dainty hole. But she knew she could handle it.

Her breathing increased, her chest began to compress and expand heavily as Shepard pushed and pushed gently until finally it opened and began accepting the head.

"Oh my god..." She moaned in a surprised huff. "You feel different..."

Shepard was too caught up in the sight of her tight, warm hole gradually opening up over the curvy tip of his cock to hear her.

Eventually she had the tip inside, and slowly began working the shaft in too.

4 inches in and stretched wide, she exclaimed "Oh my GOD, Shepard, you have NO IDEA HOW THIS FEELS!"

Shepard sunk further and further in, beating 8 inches deep within her walls when it hit him. The memories of being inside her before. The tight familiar grip of her walls. Her ability to cum and squirt the meat penetrating her with such force it slips out.

It's easy to appreciate Miranda's perfection from the outside but it had only just hit him how perfect she was inside too.

With those thought tumbling about in his mind, he took notice of his penetration. He was as deep as he could get with Miranda's lets splayed out to the sides.

"OH GOD! Shepard, start fucking me, NOW!" She yelled out.

"Ooh, God..." Shepard interrupted mid-sentence, in almost equal pleasure as these two perfect specimens felt the embrace of one and the internal, thick filling up of the other in the most intimate way.

Finally Shepard began shuffling himself back and forth as well as moving her in opposite directions at the same speed. With about 3 inches of cock with every move apart slipping out.

Miranda could only take about 20 seconds of this slow rocking back and forward before she snapped.

"FUCK, SHEPARD! I said fuck me! I'm laying on the floor with my bloody pussy on fire! I thought..." Miranda pressed her palms against the floor and lifted her torso up. "... When you were playing with my cheeks, fucking my crack and throbbing against my arsehole..." Miranda slowly bent her legs back until her feet smooshed lightly against Shepard thighs. "... You were going to fuck my bloody arse. But no..." Miranda stood on her feet in a low squatting position and using her toned thighs lifted herself a little from the floor, allowing her to plod around his shaft and face Shepard, still impaled 7 inches. "... You've already left one hole longing to be filled, don't leave this one on fire too!" Miranda faced Shepard, still cum and spit drenched. "SO. FUCK. ME."

With what Miranda assumed to be enough warning she lifted her pussy to the tip of his shaft and plunged back down. All the way back down, slapping her ass against his thighs.

"OOOOH. YES! GOD GOD GOD! YES!" She roared effeminately.

"OH FUCKING... MIRANDA!" Shepard yelled at the same time.

One after the other Miranda continued to pound her self up and down Shepard's throbbing cock. Feeling every bump and vein, the big lip in the bigger thick, plug tip stretching her pussy with every penetration inside.

"YES... YES... YES..." She screamed, throwing her head back.

Shepard had no idea what to do, the tight grip of her pussy had him locked, he was stunned, stuck, still, being used as toy at Miranda's will.

She leant forward looking close into Shepard's eyes, resting her hands on his chest as she flopped her hips up and down and screamed.

"I can't take much more of this Shepard." She said in a quiet, vulnerable tone, as if on her death bed through the loud slapping noise of squishy flesh meeting Shepard's thighs. "I can't... I can't... I... I CAN'T!"

Miranda's pussy suddenly clamped down. Her thrusts became more erratic. Her legs began to shake and her muscles tensed as a long awaited orgasm hit her.

"GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Miranda screamed a scream you wouldn't be blamed for mistaking for the tortured vocal exercises of a violent murder victim.

This was a moment Shepard knew well. Dealing with a woman who is cumming was something Shepard could do. He lifted his arms and put one behind her head and the other on her lower back. He pushed her head forward towards his and over his shoulder, until her chest was pressed against his, and used his other hand to shove her waist down on his cock. He then sat up vertically away from the wall and held onto Miranda's shaking body closely as she squatted deeply on Shepard's member, fully impaled and squirting her juices down his shaft and onto the floor.

2 Minuets later Miranda awoke, her body held tightly by Shepard and her head rested on his shoulder.

"Holy, shit, Shepard. That was amazing." Before she could even comprehend a response Shepard lifted her up and said with some volume.

"Oh, no, we're getting you to do that again." Shepard raised himself up, holding Miranda against his body, now by her bum.

Quickly and dexterously, she kicked her legs up and through the gap between Shepard's arm and body and rested her heels atop his shoulders.

"No, wait Shepard. NO! Wait, I need more tim-" Shepard ignored her request and began to fuck her senseless. Thundering his cock inside and through her tight walls.

"GUH... GUH... GUUUUUUH. BLOODY HELLLL!" Miranda chugged out as she her body swung helplessly like a pendulum up and down Shepard's raging member.

*SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* Her bum hit his thighs relentlessly with no sign of stopping.

Miranda enjoyed this, she wouldn't change it for the world. Shepard was one of a kind. His stamina was impressive even for an alliance solider, his strength expressed through sex, dominating when need be, and suppressed when only slight movements are necessary. And attached was a cock with a medical condition that by all accounts, only served to send women into a frenzy just by the sight of his 7 inch thick, 10 inch long, throbbing meat. And awaited within his large sack was a load big and thick enough to make it look as if his target dipped her chosen body part into a pool of soupy white liquid.

He was one of the few worthy of Miranda's perfection, and he wasn't squandering the opportunity to fuck her pale, supple, bouncy body into oblivion.

Eventually however, in this position, thundering his cock up inside Miranda, Shepard could feel his balls tighten. He knew he wasn't about to cum, but it was the beginning and could feel the slow pumping into the chamber.

Just as Miranda locked her arms around Shepard's neck and let her body fall back she came closer and closer to orgasm, her tortured pussy overloading with sensation and gripping the meat within her tightly.

She continued to chug out words of praise through each pound inside her, when her pussy suddenly began to twitch. It tightened and relaxed, tightened and relaxed at a quick pace. She was about to cum again.

Shepard, in 3 big movements, in the hope pushing her off the edge, lifted her bum from him to the tip of his cock and himself trusted up as he pushed her back down his length.

"GUUUU-AAAAAAAH!" She screamed out of her reddened throat as her pussy clamped down, "FUCK FUCK FUCK!" She cried, her orgasm burning a second away.

Shepard lifted her again to the tip of his cock. Her eyes shot open as the orgasm, hit her.

Not a moment too soon, Shepard took advantage, he plunged her back down and heard her roar.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! FUCK FUCK MY FUCKING... FUCK!" Miranda tore her throat up.

Her body was burning, her mind went blank and her pussy throbbed deeply as she squirted copious amounts of her juices down Shepard's cock, trying her best to eject him.

She flopped around helplessly, she was done. Shepard still went to the extend of pumping her body full of cock one more time, but the effects were negligible, her screams rung around the ship and her body went limp.

Shepard groaned and strained himself under the pleasure as he lay Miranda down onto the floor, and awaited her to regain the strength to move.

"Oh... G-G-God..." She mumbled out, her face dripping cum onto the floor.

She lay front to the floor, face tilted to the side, staring blankly at the cold engine block. Shepard sat against the wall, between Miranda's legs, next to his clothes where he sat previously, his cock reddened and saturated in the familiar condition, raging, throbbing, pumping blood around, desperate for someone to touch it. Shepard's hands weren't enough, luckily Miranda's slowly recovering mind had an idea.

When she noticed Shepard's breathing and slow "Fuck..." Moan, she knew he was in need of a touch.

She bent her legs at the knee slightly and flopped her soapy clean feet either side of Shepard's cock, and accompanied this advance with a slow, breathy, comment. "I'm sorry... This is all I can do now... Use them to keep yourself up... I'm just waiting for my pussy to stop... Throbbing... I can't take any more right now... When it's stopped you can fuck me and cum. I love you..."

Shepard looked down at her feet, the cute, small, rounded toes and the huge arch in her sole. He reached down for them and bent them inward slightly, rubbing the cushion like soles up and down his shaft, coating them in her juices.

Eventually her soles seemed sufficiently covered. He gave each foot it's own attention there after. Rubbing in her cum into her tiny, pale, immaculately clean and squishy feet.

He continued to dig his fingers in and rub around, pressing in her toes and savouring the feeling. It felt as if not a single hard surface had once pressed against her feet.

2 minutes later, after Shepard alternated between slapping his cock against her soles and rubbing them, she felt alive enough to proposition him again.

"I have an idea..." She said, kicking her feet away and lifting herself from the floor. "My pussy can't take any more of that. It's basically numb... How about you re-familiarise yourself with my arse, Shepard?" She sat on the floor, facing him.

"Get up." He commanded, bringing a shy smile to Miranda's spit and cum covered face. "over there." He pointed towards the engine block. They both walked over and when Shepard approached her, he slapped one hand under her wet, throbbing pussy, and used another hand to push her chest backwards until she lay over the perspex engine cover facing the ceiling.

Shepard lifted her legs up and held them apart at the bend in the knee.

"I don't know if it's going to take me." Shepard said slowly rubbing his cock against her tiny asshole. "I've been in there before but not like..." Shepard pushed the tip dangerously hard, almost penetrating. "... Like this."

"Yeah, it's going to be some trouble." She sighed leaning forward and gripping the shaft.

They wasted no time. She wanted it. He wanted it. They took it. Miranda used her grip at his base to guide Shepard in at her pace.

Miranda hissed and sighed as Shepard hummed and aah'd, her hole slowly opening up around his head.

"AH! That's it!" She cried, the fat tip of Shepard's cock finally popped in.

"Oh, fuck, it's so tight..." Shepard said through gritted teeth.

30 seconds passed, slowly seeping inside her ass, Miranda exclaimed. "Bloody hell, we're only half way in?!" At that she released her hand and entrusted Shepard with the pace to penetrate.

40 seconds later, Miranda felt the press of Shepard's pelvis against her ass. "I'm in." He said robotically, looking at Miranda dead in the eyes.

"Fuck... Bloody hell, Shepard. I've never felt so full up in my life! I can FEEL you throb inside me. Deep inside. It's a real pounding." Miranda took a deep breath. "Ok, my love. It's time for you to cum."

*5 Minutes later*

"OH GOD THAT'S FUCKING IT SHEPARD! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!"

Shepard was pounding with reckless abandon. Filling her ass up in milliseconds and emptying it just as quickly.

Her hands flicked and tickled her clit as they tried to stay stable through the wild pounding.

Shepard's hands had escalated. He no longer held her legs at the knee, instead he gripped, caressed and squeezed her flailing feet.

"UUUHG, FUCK!" He yelled at her

"OH MY GOD I'M GOING TO CUM SOON! UUUARRAAAAAAAH! I'M GOING TO BLOODY CUM! CUM WITH ME SHEPARD!" Miranda commanded, screaming through her lungs.

Shepard needed to focus on cumming and quickly.

He continued to thrust in and out of her impossibly tight ass, filling it to the brim and confirming it with a quick smack of flesh, then emptying her. The sensation it caused Miranda was unbearable. And the sensation it caused Shepard was pure unadulterated pleasure.

The feeling of his desperate cock hugged by her walls sent him mad, fuelling his thunderous plunges inside.

"CUM, SHEPARD! MAKE THAT COCK CUM! UNLOAD INSIDE ME! ALL OF IT! FUCKING... AAAAAHHH!"

Shepard didn't need much more. He rubbed up and down the soles of her feet, tensed his muscles and grunted loud.

"UUUHG FUCK!"

"YES.. YES... ARE YOU CUMMING! OH GOD. GAAAAAAAAAAAH! AAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Shepard was loud but Miranda brought the house down. Taking full advantage of her wide open throat to express her pleasure.

Miranda's arm spasmed over her clit and her legs began to shake as she squirted all over Shepard's chest. She clenched her asshole, and her throat and face tensed to a worrying extent.

Shepard threw his head back. His balls began to unload inside. It wasn't even a rope-y ejaculation. Simply one long blast of thick cum deep inside her asshole.

He thrusted again and again, roaring out into the engine room, depositing every ounce of cum his balls carried inside.

"AAAAAAH! FUCK! AAAAAAAAAAH!" Miranda went blank. All she could express was the most loud, ear piercing, violent sounding screams, Shepard had ever hear in all his time as a soldier.

Shepard unloaded, Miranda squirted and they both screamed for about 20 full seconds Before Miranda passed out. "AAAAH! THIS IS THE BEST SEX I'VE EVER!... EVER..."

Just like that Miranda blacked out. leaving Shepard to unload a final spurt inside.

Almost as if he had no control, Shepard pulled out, a sea of cum following and slopping onto the floor. He lifted Miranda into his arms with whatever strength he managed to conjure up.

he stumbled over to where the clothes were and simply collapsed.

Miranda lay passed out upon Shepard.