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.

11. Chapter 10 (Shiala and Shepard)

So I put out a message as a chapter a week or so ago, saying that I might finish the last chapter I started writing (which I've done), but it might be the end. We have decided that as long as people want more I'll do it. As long as people say they want it, we'll continue. Anyway, hope you enjoy this chapter. it's a long one.

Shepard awoke gradually from a deep sleep. His eyelids stuck as if they were glued shut. The muscles in his face pained to bring them open. He felt groggy, every sound was amplified, every ray of light was too bright. His body felt compressed and his lungs stung to breathe.

His eyes slowly adjusted at the ceiling and saw cracked concrete. He looked to the left and saw more, dented, damaged, concrete. He suddenly shot up, groaning and clutching at his stomach.

His backside shot a pain up his back as the solid floor finally made it's effect felt through his body. He slammed his eyes shut and rubbed them incessantly. As he opened them, to great relief, the stone walls were replaced by clean white Perspex. He spun his head around looking wall to wall affirming his location.

He slowly pulled himself from the floor as his bones creaked up his aching body. His back slammed into the wall behind him, as he threw his head into his hands and rubbed his face.

The sound of the engine humming throughout the ship. The stingy, crackling freshness buzzed the air around him.

Shepard looked down at himself, naked and sweaty and looked around for his clothing to clean himself off with.

"Ugh..." He groaned. He picked his clothes up from under him and sloppily threw them on.

He strapped on his boots and stomped up the steps, rubbing his eyes again. When he opened them there stood Miranda, strapped up in her brown skin suit, leaning on the dashboard, one leg tipped at the toe, her bum dipped to one side and staring off into the slowly approaching, asari planet of illium.

"Shepard." She said, spinning in spot and leaning back on the dashboard.

"We're going to illium? Good." Shepard said, creeping up to her as be he pinched at his clothes and let them go, letting it snap back more comfortably.

"I re-read your diagnosis while you were asleep again. Illium - Jenny Macmillan. She should point us to a doctor that can fix you."

As Shepard reached the cockpit and spun a pilots chair around, Miranda awkwardly, threw herself into the other chair, using mainly her arms and keeping her leg movement to a minimum.

"Are you ok?" Shepard asked looking over to his left.

"Yes. Fine. Just a little... Difficult to walk." Miranda leant on an armrest and sat on one cheek. "...and sit."

"You know, after a night like that I forget how professional you are... Take that as a compliment."

Miranda said nothing for a few seconds as she watched illium become larger in her vision. "I'm a professional person, Shepard. I don't go sleeping around. You are my 5th."

"Only 5..." He replied getting up from his chair and finding his armour. "That's impressive. I'm even more flattered." Shepard grabbed his chest plate from the corner and rattled it around catching Miranda's attention. "Do you want to wear this? On illium. You can't go around looking like that."

I was thinking... I'll return to the citadel. You go to illium. Get yourself fixed. I'll get my suit.

"You need this t..."

"I don't need to be fixed, trust me. I'll come and get you on illium in a matter of hours."

"Ok, but we left in a hurry before, we were getting shot at. I'll send you my diagnosis, tell them this is what you had. Use your alliance status to see a..."

"I'm not an idiot Shepard."

*10 minutes later*

The ship landed in a civilian docking zone, far above ground in a medical district.

"So it says she's on this level. I'll ask around."

"Alright, Shepard good luck. I'll keep in contact."

Shepard nodded the affirmative and walked off through, past the detection systems into the open air of illium.

Illium was a garden world below, the depths filled with plant life and animals. An entire thriving Eco system, undamaged by the effects of the asari colonisation. Large interconnected skyscrapers were everywhere. Only in the relatively large gaps between them could you see the greenery below. The air was frgrant, clean, and eerily calming.

Shepard took a moment to breathe everything in. Looking down the sides of the skyscrapers at their shiny reflective glass.

He spent a entire minute there before spinning around and feasting his eyes upon the Omegan-like bustling markets of illium. It was calmer up here, the cold chilling air as alerted the mind as opposed to the hot, humid dense air of omega dulling the senses. The cold made for a nicer environment for the snappy trading.

Shepard made his way through up to a terminal, where he asked for the location of "Dr Jenny Macmillan."

"Welcome, Commander Shepard. I have sent The location of the hospital in which Dr Jenny Macmillan operates to your omni tool." The machine stuck to the wall replied back.

Shepard raised his device and located the doctor. He closely followed the directions through the crowds and aggressive traders up to 2 doors opening to an even taller connected skyscraper by a short glass hallway.

Shepard exited the connecting door on the other side and stepped inside a large hospital. Everyone had their omni-tool out. Lab-coat donning Asari, humans, salarians and even some turians, briskly darted into sight and back out again as they ran from room to room.

The waiting room he stepped in was a large square, roughly 40 paces away was the wall opposite him, lined with chairs. In the middle of the white, spotless room was a glass cylinder, reaching all the way to the ceiling, 20 ft up. On it was painted an arrow aimed at the entire wall width spanning 25 steps up to the upper level where the wards and work began.

Shepard put his hands behind his back and walked over to the help desk over to his left, when he got a message from Miranda.

*I've just landed. Anderson's angry... Really angry. But he sorted it all out for us. So that's good. He cleared our names and publicly apologised on our behalf. I'm going to attend a council meeting soon and give my apologies. I'll tell them that during a classified mission we were abducted and injected with the syrum. We were irresponsible to return to the citadel in this condition, and it should never happen again. I'll also quickly state that I am healthy and you too are undergoing treatment as I speak. I'm in my new office now. I'll be gone for the meeting in a few minutes, I'll probably be back in 20 mins from then. Meet me here when you get a chance.*

Shepard lowered his omni-tool and looked up at the gleeming, smiling, asari behind the help desk.

"Hello, Mrs-" Shepard looked at her name tag "-Yalanni. I'm looking for a Dr Jenny Macmillan"

The asari bit her lips and looked around, visibly confused for a moment. "Oh! yes! This way, Commander!" The assistant rushed out from the long table full of asari and walked fast up the large steps to the upper floor, Shepard followed with a stammered jog and walk, listening to her jittering words of praise for the doctor.

"She's great! You'll love her. Very professional. So nice! She helped me once... But I can't tell you about thaaat! Oh, Goddess, I shouldn't... I'm sorry, please don't report me. I didn't...

Shepard jogged up the asari assistant who had just talked herself into a knot and sounded as if she were on the urge of loosing her mind.

"Hey, Mrs Yalanni, you're being very helpful." Shepard put his hand on her shoulder. "Relax, I just need to see Dr Macmillan. I'm not going to report you." Shepard lifted his hand and smirked. The doctor mirrored him, slowly smirking and walking the way she was going at an even quicker pace.

2 minutes later, up an elevator 43 floors, and into the Macmillan ward The asari aimed her arms into the ward and bowed. She snapped her back back up straight and somwhere in her messy stumbling of words thanked Shepard for being kind enough to follow her and rushed off out the door.

Shepard then stood in the ward, a smaller version of the first, big waiting room, just with more windows, no stair cases and less helpful staff.

"I'm here to see Dr Jenny Macmillan" Shepard asked, holding his hands behind his back.

"Yes sir... Uuh..." The assistant looked up and the 4 people in the waiting room. "...Just go right in. The big door at the end of the hall." She pointed behind Shepard to her right.

Shepard thanked her and walked off as an annoyed korgan growled "He gets to go in?! He just turned up!"

The doctor's more relaxed reply was too muffled to hear from this distance as Shepard walked through the sliding doors and into a labortory.

"Who are you?" The doctor said spinning around. at the other side of the room.

The lab was cluttered, but amazingly, extremely clean. It was sectioned into 3 places, separated by curtains pulled across at various distances. The right section, the bed and some operating equipment and a movable light. The middle section was Dr Macmillan, papers, data pads and metal equipment only someone trained in her field would recognise thrown all over the floor. And on the right was a work space. Spotless, 3 data pads spaced out evenly and a computer was about all she had to concern herself with in that corner.

The doctor was 38 years old, dressed from head to toe in a thin space suit. The arms were black and a little baggy, connected were tight, white gloves. The legs were baggy too and were stitched to heavy black boots. Her bum was not as defined as Miranda's due to the baggy suit, but in it's thick, fat, extrusion from the body, it almost rivalled Miranda's. The slightly baggy space suit hung off her backside quite considerably. And covering her paper white, rounded yet chiselled chin and jawline was a thin, transparent square plastic gap in her slightly loose, stiff fabric helmet.

"I'm commander Shepard. I'm here for some... Advice."

"Undress." She commanded.

Shepard made a dull noise with his mouth open for a second as he collected his thoughts. "No, it's not that kind of problem. I was recommended you by a friend. She recommended you on a private concern which isn't really a concern any longer, but there is another problem which I'm sure you can help with as a qualified doctor and surgeon."

"You need to undress, Sir." She said, her body stiff against the table behind her. "Every procedure and medical evaluation must be done unclothed. There is no reason to hide a part of yourself if I'm performing an evaluation or surgery. Modesty is not a concern with matters medical."

Shepard walked up to her, talking with big hand movements as he tried to explain as well as possible. "I came to you because you were recommended by someone I trust to treat a condition I have. I don't want that condition to be remedied. But Because you came recommended by a trustworthy person, I came to you to talk help treat another condition." Shepard flung his right arm up and showed her his diagnosis.

"I see..."

*MEANWHILE*

Miranda pushed open the doors from the room she in which she met with the streamed holograms of the council members, in order to explain herself and into a buzzing room full of all species lounging about.

She walked with a big breath towards the elevator and took it down to her office.

A minute of fast walking later she slammed her door shut and dimmed the 4 window walls compromising her privacy of her office to black.

She smacked her forehead into her hands and rubbed her eyes into her palms as she moaned louder and louder, topping it off with a quick, sharp, shout at the end.

The stress was building up. Everything came out in the council's probing. Her and Shepard were naive to think the council would just let them off, after causing chaos a few days ago. Now the alliance were on their case.

The alliance finally had a lead. They knew the PEReL. They knew all the notable people involved in her and Shepard's rogue missions, her capture and the letter she was to read out to them.

She spent the next 10 minutes patrolling her room, thinking of the right thing to say to Shepard. Finally she agreed on something and sent...

*Everything came out in the "interview". Everything. But this is good! It's a good thing. We're safer as part of an army. I'm not even sure why we just went to tackle them on our own. I only followed you into battle because you're my commander. And I intend on doing so again. But It's been about a week since the attack. I've been at my computer every second I've been in my office, checking up on everything. Reading all my e-mails and catching up to speed with the Alliance's progress. They've done nothing helpful. They've released exactly 92 press releases and issued 3 interviews, in the way of PR. In the way of intelligence or military action; they sent out some bait into deep space. They probed the citadel's intelligence agencies for anything. And nothing. They're scrambling for anything to connect the attack to an entity of any sort. And they had nothing until they got it from me. So we were helpful in our jumping from lions mouth to lions mouth. But we'll be more helpful as part of a team. A team we need to recreate. During the attack a lot of our old crew took desk jobs, or retired, or have become incommunicable. We'll talk about a new team when you get here.*

*MEANWHILE*

Dr Macmillan had concocted a remedy that she injected into Shepard that in theory should have cleared him of his hallucinations.

Shepard got up from the table... Naked. And proceeded to cloth himself.

"Ok, so that's all for that..." The doctor walked off into her the adjacent section and continued. "...And you're sure you don't want the problem with you penis fixed? Being 6ft 2, proportionately to your body, your penis is far on the large side, especially for natural growth. It demands a lot of blood and that condition it's in only makes it demand more."

Shepard pulled on his shirt and said, "Thank you. But It's doing just fine for me."

The doctor nodded and turned away back to her work as Shepard walked out from the doctor's office and back down the hall to an angry krogan's grunting.

"Hope she fixed that tiny dick, human!" the krogan spluttered, leant against the wall, his hands lached atop his large belly.

Shepard ignored the irritated Krogan and turned to the desk for payment.

"So how much?" he asked.

The woman tapped at her screen below the desk and popped back up with the price and a smile on her face.

"That will be... 29390 credits... please. Goodness, I you're much better now." Shepard pulled out his card and lay it on the table when the krogan bothered to grumble again.

"That's a lot of money there human... What'd'you get her to fuck you? S'that it?"

"I'm so sorry, Commander, Ignore him. I'm sorry..." The assistant looked over Shepard's shoulder and widened her eyes as if to tell him to keep quiet. "I'm sorry, Commander he's... umm... Got a small issue he's going in to fix. Please ignore him. He's just aggravated"

"Are we done?" Shepard asked

"Yes, we are sir! I hope you have a good day!"

Shepard collected his card from the table and was walking out the door when the krogan yelled, "Get the fuck out of here, human..."

Shepard slowed his walk to a fraction of the speed, contemplating turning around and facing him... In a hospital on illium while he was trying to avid detection. Shepard wisely decided against it and instead clenched his fists tightly and continued to walk off.

He went down the elevator and down the steps back into the lobby. He noticed Yalanni at her desk on the phone. She was rattling off line after enthusiastic line about anything related to the conversation. Shepard smirked as he went for the door out into the glass hall back to open-illium, giving the young asari a friendly salute on his way out.

She gleamed a true, wide grin and turned to Shepard, clicked her heels and saluted back.

Shepard spent another 5 minutes wondering around the markets, keeping within range of his docking station when he got an email from Miranda.

*Shepard, the alliance is launching an attack on the brothel you infiltrated. They're sending 30 troops to storm in and liberate it with a focus on gathering intel. Is that necessary? Tell me about how you got in, and quickly, is this too much? We can't just go invading a part of omega unless it's completely necessary.*

Shepard thought for a a few seconds and formulated his response.

*No. Cancel the operation immediately. Collect me from the docking back you left me. We need a small team. Infiltration is easier than you think and we can't just go assaulting a building on Omega with a small platoon.*

A minute later Shepard got a response.

*Coming now. ETA 5 minutes. If invasion isn't necessary, what is the small team for?*

*infiltration. 30 soldiers can't infiltrate. 5 can.*

Miranda has no reply. But on time, 5 minutes later she docked and saw Shepard stood with his back to her looking out over illium's pristine beauty.

"Shepard!" She shouted, gaining his attention and ushering him onto the ship.

He rushed forward, and with every step he noticed more and more people inside his ship.

He took a step in and just stood near the door looking around at the alliance special forces team dotted around his ship as he slowly shut it behind him.

"Who are you?" Shepard asked.

In sync they replied "Alliance special force team 0."

Just then Miranda got up from her chair in the cockpit and turned to face Shepard. "They were appointed by the alliance. They said they needed information on this facility immediately. There was no time for you to appoint members."

Shepard huffed lightly and moved to face the operative to his left.

With a salute from the special forces member Shepard shot beams into his eyes and told Miranda, "Set course for Omega.".

He then side stepped to the next, looked up and down at his armour and tapped it with his knuckle.

"How many operations has this team been on?"

"112, sir."

"How many has this particular collection of operatives been on?"

"4, Sir. We all passed selection in the last wave of new recruits to the special forces team 1 year ago."

"Ok..." Shepard said spinning away from the operative he was speaking to and walking to the middle of the ship.

With big movements from his hands he said to the 6 man team lining the walls, "I'll fill you in on what we're heading into. The brothel we're about to infiltrate is nameless. Faceless. The only way people know about this unofficial slave shop is through word of mouth. However he have some intel on the people who run it. PEReL, the water purification company based in Omega has its nose in all kinds of businesses. The sex trade being one of them. This is just one of their assumed few places of sex around the galaxy. Typically they send out their..." Shepard cleared his throat and looked at Miranda who had set course for a Relay and was facing Shepard. "... Milkmaids..." Miranda nodded. "...to very high profile individuals across the galaxy. Apparently to become a milkmaid you must pass training, and then selection. Where we are going is where one might pass selection. How, what, when, where, why is what we need to be concerned with chiefly, any intel we find there is of value. However we should attempt to release as many prisoners as we can safely. If we do happen to release all of the prisoners... we will call you."

Shepard stopped spinning and faced a man with a shaven head. His nose long, his lips thin, and his skin rough.

"You will be our transport. Call in for quick extraction. And put emphasis on the 'quick'. There are roughly 60 people in there to be extracted." The solder nodded.

*30 Minutes later*

Miranda piloted Shepard's ship through Omega's forcefield's and into the depth's of omega, where usually cars are the way around. She hovered high up above the brothel and called over the designated pilot.

"Ok, you're going to take this ship away, at full speed to the nearby alliance base. They have word that a special forces operative will arrive and request command of multiple a-74's. So they have 10 of the ships ready for us. You get in one and 9 other designated pilots will get in the rest. You come down here the second you get word. With the other pilots. We might not fill every ship up, but the empty ones will be good for taking sight off of the full ones."

The soldier nodded and settled into the pilot's seat. Miranda walked into the ship, and stumbled slightly, her knee gave in and her stomach throbbed.

"Are you OK, Ma'am?" A nearby soldier asked, holding his arm out near her shoulder.

"Yes, fine." She shook her head and grabbed her pistol from Shepard's hands as she looked at him wide in the eye.

"OK! LOWER US DOWN!" She yelled out, bashing the door open to the busy, dirty, thick air of omega.

Briskly they hit the 50ft wide open public area that lead only to steps up to another level of omega to the left, a long drop to the bedrock below behind them, the fecade of a towering building in front, and the unassuming entrance to an illegal brothel to their right.

With a quick shared glance between all 8 soliders of this team Miranda and Shepard lead, their weapons drawn and heading into the doors.

Without a word being spoken, the second they entered the main room the soldier at the back of the formation threw in a mass effect submission grenade, knocking out everyone in the room. Less than a second later 3 other operatives shot out all 6 cameras in the room.

With robotic precision, Shepard flicked his hand towards the rows of computers, Miranda knew what to do.

Another 2 soldiers ran up the hallway, the same one Shepard was chased up on his last trip here and knocked out the 5 wondering pedestrians shuffling around awkwardly.

"Done." Miranda said.

Just then a solider threw a long, stretched, modified Submission grenade, into a vent up high up a wall.

"All doors are locked. And defence protocols have been disabled. It shouldn't take long for someone to get them back online if they notice it though, so we don't have long." She said, walking up to Shepard, busy looking at his omni tool as the team worked around him to subdue the witnesses.

Soon enough however the modified submission grenade did it's job. A few screams were heard and then *thump*. Everyone collapsed. Accept from Miranda, Shepard, the operatives and anyone inside a cell.

Shepard then took the lead, whispering to Miranda orders she was to relay the rest of the group

"I take 2 soldiers, you take 3, clean out the hall to the right, and return here, I'll clean out the hall to the left." Miranda nodded a sent 2 soldiers to Shepard.

They reached the end of the hallway stepping carefully over the bodies and looked around. Miranda's team stormed off down the right hall, and Shepard slowly creeped across to the left with his obedient team.

The building was littered with all kinds of people. It was a melting pot of wealth brackets and social classes layed out across the floor for all to see. But inside the cells it was chaos, Some had no idea what had occurred outside, and continued to be pleasured by their slave, but most were sent insane. The clients were banging on the glass, throwing themselves against the door, anything to get out of the confines of the cell and their own hypocracy.

5 minutes later Shepard's team had professionally checked every open door and looked through the window of every closed one. They took out the odd patrol and found themselves done with this side of the building. Just as they were to return to the meeting point, empty handed Miranda whispered over her communications device.

"Bloody hell, Shepard, I've found something. Lots of things. It's full of paper, data pads, someone left in a hurry. There's also a robot in the corner, it's being suspended by heavy duty cables."

Quickly, Shepard raised his omni tool and located Miranda's position, they raced up around the corners, across the meeting point and down to the room they were located. It was a small black door in the middle of a row of steel cell doors. Shepard opened it, guns drawn and saw Miranda knelt down in front of the robot, inspecting it's legs.

"Any info on the robot? He asked, kneeling down inspecting the data pads and paper."

"It's impeccably built, and brand new. The wires it's connected by are ah-78's, the exact same ones I use to transmit a heavy data flow from work station to work station. They're slow but impenetrable. It must be... Heavy data..." She mumbled, "...We're in a brothel..." Miranda stood up and tapped at the crotch of the metal robot. She then continued to knock her knuckles against the bot up and down, listening for a hollowness. "Yes. here, she's a sex-bot. But look at all these wires... They're not transmitting just operating systems and sex protocols... We need to take this in." Miranda turned around and looked at the operatives standing around. "Disconnect the wires, sevor the ones that cannot be pulled and bring it with us."

"Yes Ma'am."

"Anything, Shepard?"

"It's a company that built that robot. And it wasn't PEReL. It's 'Zenithal'. I'm sure that was a company that..." Shepard brought up his omni tool. "Yes, it's another company involved in the Omega Special force's controversy..."

"No, Shepard." She interrupted. "I... I remember being told. Just before I was recaptured out of the air vent, I had read some information layed about. Not like this, but data pads thrown around on tables, unlocked computers and the like. When I was recaptured, I was told that most of it is a lie. They leave... What was it? 'Majorly falsified plans' all around to throw off... Well, people like us."

"You believe that?" He asked.

"Take some of this stuff, but... Be careful what we believe."

5 minutes later, much of the scraps of paper and data pads were collected in the arms of an operative.

"I'll call extraction." Shepard said.

As he did that, he walked out of the room, leading the 3 operatives out, 2 holding the robot in their arms and the other who's arms were occupied by the papers.

As Shepard escorted them, Miranda ran back to the main room with the row of computers with her team of 2 and proceeded to disengage the locks to the cell doors.

A loud, deep, bellowing ringing noise rung around the building as the tightly sealed doors creaked open a little.

"Prepare you weapons, only let prisoners out, clients stay here by any means necessary." Miranda commanded, cocking her weapon and aiming down the hallway, sharing an odd glance to her left, out the main door where Shepard and his 3 soldiers were gently laying down the robot and small plastic crate full of papers they must have picked up along the way.

Soon enough a torrent of people sprinted from down the hall. In sync Miranda and the 2 operatives moved up to block the hallway, but that didn't slow them. She let off one shot against the ceiling and aimed it back at the crowd. Silence struck.

"Everyone dressed in a brown skin-suit, wait outside, we have extraction, someone is there to escort you."

Whispers began to strike around the crowd and even back into the T junction of the hall where Miranda could not see what was happening.

"Brown suits, come forward." She said flicking her gun upwards. "QUICKLY!"

Suddenly 40 or so men and women sprinted out from the crowd and out into large open area for extraction. Shepard was heard yelling out at them muffled commands.

"Ok. If you're a client. We're not going to hurt you. Just get on the floor now. DID YOU HEAR THAT AT THE BACK?! CLIENTS GET ON THE FLOOR NOW."

Roughly 20% of the group crouched or lay down.

"This isn't good." Miranda said to the operatives.

"Permission to act as I see fit, operative Lawson?"

"No kills." She replied.

The soldier walked forward, gun aimed at the face of the crowd.

"Ok listen people. Touch me or my armour in a way I don't like and I'll detonate a tornado, anti-personnel bomb."

The tall, helmeted deep voiced soldier pierced the crowd and looked around grabbing a few brown suited men and women by the arm. and throwing them forward out, as if they should leave.

"Ok." He said, reaching the T junction and seeing another 30 men and woman. The soldier ran back out, armed with a new idea he presented to Miranda. "get behind the computer, find the names of all the prisoners, and link it to our omni-tools." The solider aimed at his fellow soldier. "We'll scan them. Double-time."

Miranda rushed behind the computer and tapped away when suddenly the sound of piercing engines rocketed down near the brothel followed my a calm Commander Shepard poking his head into the door and letting them know extraction is here.

"We'll be with you in 1 minute, Shepard!"

"One minute isn't quick enough, Miranda, the pilots engaged an unidentified combatant in deep space and again inside Omega. we're attracting attention. GET. OUT HERE."

"40 seconds! GO SOLDIERS!"

The two soldiers opened their omni-tools and jogged up to the crowd asking the name of each individual.

"SAY YOUR NAME AND SAY IT CLEAR OR YOU'RE NOT LEAVING!" One said as he aimed his omni- tool at a naked salarian.

Shepard was loosing patience. "MIRANDA! We've got to leave NOW!"

"Shepard we're almost done! Look, they're leaving now!"

Miranda and Shepard began to get static-y communications to their earpieces as an extraction pilot designated by the alliance station neraby filled them in on the incoming attack to the base.

"Miranda. We're leaving now. That's an order. AS YOUR COMMANDER. NOW LEAVE!"

Just then as some naked, some dressed in clothes they must have stolen from their clients and didn't fit rushed out the door.

More and more, were confirmed for prisoners and told to leave for extraction.

*BANG* A thump was heard on the thin roof of the waiting room they were in. Next a click and buzz, and before they knew it the roof caved in and 2 Omegan special forces dived through and shot at Commander Shepard and Miranda.

Not for long though, Shepard and Miranda aimed their guns at Omegan special forces' chests and put 2 round in them. They collapsed and Shepard walked forward, shooting them once in the head each.

"We're going now." He said looking up with a deadly serious expression.

Miranda looked into the crowd and back at her computer. A second later she agreed. "OK OPERATIVE'S WE'RE LEAVING!" She yelled down the hall.

The soldiers returned with another 6 prisoners and out the door they all left.

"Good fucking god, Miranda."

She remained quite as she biotically welded the doors shut.

A loud zooming noise suddenly filled the air as a blacked out vessel did a strafing run on the parked extraction vehicles.

"GET IN NOW!" Shepard yelled running back to one of the two empty alliance ships not filled with prisoners, only the lifeless robot body.

They all jumped in and were about to leave when the doors to the brothel burst open with a large biotic blast and a single brown suited asari sprinted out at a great speed. Her feet slapped at the ground and large her breasts bounced about painfully looking.

"COMMANDER SHEPARD! WAIT FOR ME!" She screamed.

Shepard squinted and began to think he remembered her.

The sound of her feet smacked against the floor louder and louder as she approached and dove into the ship and across Shepard's lap.

"NOW NOW NOW!" Shepard yelled, grabbing the door by the handle and bringing it down shut.

The extraction ships darted off with trademark Alliance precision and were out into space in no time.

The tall, big breasted, green asari scooted up against the back wall of the ship, facing Shepard and his team who lined the wall adjacent. She was cross legged and hugged her knees against her breasts to keep her brown skin-suited body hidden. She lifted her feet from the floor by the tips of her toes and covered her defined vagina with them.

Shepard came to realise she was the one Prisoners he checked on, curled up in the corner of the room on his way to Miranda. But only on this trip back to an alliance HQ did the tall green asari remind Shepard of their previous altercation.

"Of course!" Shepard said slapping his knees and looking around at his crew mates. "Crew. This is Shiala. We had an interesting meeting on Feros a while back. She was freed from indoctrination and I retur..."

Shiala inturrupted, "Shepard freed me and he let me escape to Zhu's hope."

Shepard smirked and inquired further about her life on Zhu's hope.

Shepard very much enjoyed catching up with old people he had interactions with on missions. He sat through ever minor detail of her life on the human colony of Zhu's hope. The medical procedures she performed. The school's she taught at, the rather successful life she lead until her capture. Everything

"..And then so I took off to Illium to investigate the medical contract and I was just scooped up, everything went black and I awoke in a small room, my hands and ankles cuffed."

Miranda's attention was taken, but it was too late. The pilot loudly announced back into the room behind him, their arrival.

The ship clunked into a docking station and the screaming engines powered down. The swinging gull- wing door, split in half and slid open this time to allow full access to the bridge and the docking bay.

This docking bay was a stark contrast to the bustling, living docking bay of the Citadel. It had Alliance soldiers dotted around, tapping away at computers, stairs leading up to higher levels and a deep blue light submerging the room.

The prisoners from the other ships defeatedly walked out and met Shepard and his team carrying the robot, except Shiala who requested she kept her modesty in the awkward position in the ship until she could be covered.

They were met by Captain Moore, a tall, decorated captain, in charge of discharging his best ships.

"Commander Shepard. Miranda Lawson..." He went on saluting each operative... "I trust the operation went well?" Moore looked at the small crowd of naked, skin suited or dressed-in-clothes stolen-from-their-clients prisoners.

"We couldn't retrieve everyone. We were narrowly missed by a strafing run, and 2 omegan special forces operatives crashed through the ceiling. We took them out and left imminently. There are a few left back at the brothel. However we did retrieve this." Shepard tapped the limp robot. "We also have a crate of papers. I would have brought them out too for you to see, but they really are just a crate of data pads and papers. There is also a prisoner still in our ship, she dove in just as we were about to evacuate, she requested she keep her modesty." The captain looked at him suspiciously. "It turns out I know her, Captain, we can trust her, her name is Shiala."

"I see."

"I request that I return her to Zhu's hope, while Operative Lawson takes this robot to the Alliance for testing."

"What of the prisoners?"

"If you could accommodate them for an hour, max, I will call in for transport to take them to the citadel."

"Very well done, Commander. One of you may take an AH-74. Take them to your respective locations and then dock them in the citadel and inform Admiral Anderson of their arrival. I don't much care for their condition, Anderson has been up my ass so far trying to acquire another 74 for his fleet, he can just take it now, it'll get him off my back. Do it in your own time." The captain extended his hand.

Shepard grabbed it tightly and shook. As they parted Moore inquired as to the performance of his 6 operatives. "...They followed poor orders that put the team and operation in danger, but the duty of a soldier is to do what the are told unquestioningly. And that they did admirably. Cannot fault them."

"Poor orders?" Captain Moore said with a cocked eyebrow

"Miranda performed as expected on this mission. Brilliantly. But as extraction arrived she came to compromise the mission and our safety a little in favour of getting more prisoners out. I see why she did it, and we did get out alive. So I shan't dwell on it After all she too performed admirably."

The Captain said the name of all of the operatives in front of him and saluted. He then turned to the prisoners and rubbed his hands together. "Right then..." He shouted, "You may walk about this room and this room only as you await transport to the Citadel..."

After a tiring display of respect all the operatives and commander said their goodbye's and departed.

"See you soon, Shepard. I'll fill you in on this." Miranda heaved the robot up in her arms and drug it into Shepard's ship adjacent to the AH-74 he was to take before returning to another ship and retrieve the crate of data pads.

"Good job, Miranda." Shepard smiled and walked off into his 74.

"So... Shiala. Off to Zhu's hope?"

"Thank you, greatly, Shepard."

As they blasted off to the closest Omega relay, closely following Miranda they engaged in a reminiscent conversation about Zhu's hope, and their previous altercation.

*MEANWHILE*

Miranda reached the citadel in no time at all. She had called Anderson to the docking bay 5 minutes previous she was to dock to. He stood waiting, tapping his foot, looking impatient.

"Anderson!" She yelled through the bridge, hoping he was there.

"What?" He replied loudly.

"Privacy, please?" ... "Bloody hell..."

Anderson strolled into the ship, looking around as if he owned it.

"Good, You're here. I know you used an AH-74. Tell me Moore released on of them here?"

"Anderson... For the love of god, I need help with this."

Anderson turned around to face Miranda and saw the dead robot body slumped in the corner.

"What's that?"

"We found it in the brothel. I'll fill you in on how it went but right now, I need this for testing. Find out all you can about it."

*MEANWHILE*

Shepard docked at the northan point of the Borealis, the crashed freighter that Zhu's hope was built around. This small area was filled with civilians wondering about, moving from metal, tube shaped house to garden to shop.

"Here we are, Shiala."

"Shepard..." She called his attention to her stood proud and tall in the corner. "I..." Shiala looked conflicted. Her expression one of introspection. "I... Need some cover before I leave."

Shepard agreed to get her something to cover her modesty and left as Shiala returned to her sitting position and clearly looked to ponder something.

Shepard returned 5 minutes later to the clunking sound of the door latches opening and a civilian shouting to him, "Ok, see you soon, my friend!". Shepard threw his free hand up and chucked a bed sheet at her.

Shiala looked up at Shepard with confusion and said, "It's a bed sheet."

"It's a big bed sheet." He replied. "Have you seen what's out there? I can't get you clothes, just run in there, the house is abandoned." Shepard pointed out the the sight line of Shiala.

With a huff she flung a corner of the sheet over her shoulder, tied a corner around her back and did some surprisingly dexterous movements and in no time she had most of her private areas sufficiently covered.

"Let's go." Shepard walked out, down the steps of his ship and shut the door behind Shiala.

"We can't leave this here." She said, taking a step back and looking at the empty field they had parked the ship.

"We can, I asked." Shepard walked ahead toward a complex of tubular houses sprawled out across the landscape. "I also asked for a place you could sleep in while the paperwork to re-obtain your house goes though. That house, right... There... Is free for you for a while."

"Thank you Shepard."

They soon stepped out the mud and walked down a cracked concrete path into the dense living area's of Zhu's hope.

Zhu's hope was unsurprisingly, human looking. The houses were arranged down planned out roads, typically in a grid system. Shops were dispersed around between houses in optimal locations. Farms surrounded the living areas and the occasional ship roared over the skies, contrasting with the polite chatter of the colony's serene atmosphere.

"Here it is." Shepard said, opening the thin door to the tin, tube house and following Shiala in.

The house was plus shaped and about 20ft from one side of a tube and the other. The floor was flat and raised up 3 and a half foot to create a 5 ft wide floor. The inside was completely empty. It had been gutted when the last inhabitants left.

"I'm going to love it here." Shiala said sarcastically, spinning around.

"Your paper work will be finished soon and you'll have you house back."

"I don't want it back." Shiala stopped and stared at Shepard. "I've been thinking... I want to be in your team. Work for the alliance get those bastards back for what they did to me. All those prisoners."

Shepard stopped and looked at the floor as he contemplated his response.

"I... You want to be part of the team? What skills do you have You served the matriarch Benezia but I don't need someone to serve me like that. What else can you do?"

"I... I... I can use a weapon! Point and shoot, it's not that hard."

"It is that hard. Especially on a mission like this. I'm not trying to be disrespectful, but on my ship you said when you were taken you were armed."

"I was caught off guard! They hit me over the head and dropped me in a car."

"You just don't have the training we require to be a part of the team on the ground."

"I wanted to leave these days behind me, but for you I could work intel. I have contacts. I could procure weapons. I could..."

Shepard stopped her "Could you track orders? An order that I have no information on? Just an item and only an item, could you track it?"

"I could..."

"Welcome aboard." Shepard took a few long strides in her direction and held his hand out.

"Shepard..." She retreated. "I... If it were this easy to join your team I would have asked on the ship. I've been thinking. When they took me, as they do with all Asari, they threaten you and your loved ones until you swear the third oath of subsumation to the company. That alone is abhorrent to the sanctity of the oath. A company is not worthy of such devotion from anyone. But they forced me. They force every asari. This stops me from joining you unless I break the oath. This is very, very frowned upon, and is only advised when you have sworn the oath under strenuous circumstances and felt forced. This is the truth in my case. There is a ritual I must perform to join. It is rather extravagant and requires your cooperation."

Shepard looked on at her expectingly.

"Swearing the third oath of subsumation to someone is the deepest act of devotion. On some asari planets, breaking oath is punishable by death. Even under circumstances like this, most asari would still advise to keep my oath. Perhaps my life and pride's ruin is worth keeping the sanctity of the oath. Lead by example... But I choose not to. I chose to switch. It has been done before and I shall do it again. But to do so, one must only perform the third oath of subsumation again while performing in... In the most intimate act."

The silence was unbearable for the whole, lengthy 10 seconds it lasted.

"Shepard." She said leaning forward and cocking her head.

"Shiala. This week has involved more reckless behaviour of the violent sort and the other sort than I care to admit... It's all been go, right from the start. I suppose... I suppose it's no reason to stop now. If we get this over with quickly we can get to work. It's saving your life, and in return... You'll work intel."

"If I swear the oath to you, then my life is yours, Shepard. My life and spirit would be yours. I would follow you in to battle and die for you or your cause."

Shepard simply said, "Ok."

Shiala took a deep breath and requested that Shepard turn around and face away as she prepared.

The entire cabing shone blue as the asari bursted with light. She then began to hum and sing in a language unheard of to Shepard. Suddenly the buzzing from her conjuring of biotics began to shoot off in all directions in large pulses.

This continued for 20 seconds as her singing became louder and her biotics shot out more violently.

Shepard covered his ears and fought the great urge to turn around, but soon enough it all calmed down and a small thud was heard followed by Shiala calmly asking Shepard to undress and turn around.

Shepard followed the commands and made a comment about the 'extravagance of her ritual so far'

"It will be over soon, Commander."

Shepard turned around, naked, his penis hung between his legs.

"Good... Goddess." Shiala shivered, her heart sunk and her brain swelled. Her breathing suddenly deepened and she began to wetten and sweat.

Shiala was also naked, her clothes torn from her and piled behind her. Her green breasts were similar to The high matriarch's, perky, lifted, thick, and dense, just not as large. Shepard would not loose a hand within her breasts if he squeezed and pressed her, like he would in the High Matriarch's. Her nipples not too large and not too small, but as stiff as could be. Her curves were however not what the High matriarch biologically achieved. Being 5ft allowed her to accentuate her curves more. This asari, Shiala, was tall, her hips wide enough though and between them, tiny lips when parted revealed her 0.8 inch wide hole.

They stared into each other as Shiala pronounced the next part of her ritual in an incomprehensible language and ended with, in English "Sworn to me, the seed of the beloved dowsed upon me and guzzled within with love. A proof of devotion to be lay flat and pleasured upon..." The asari shone blue again and slowly lay flat on the floor. She looked at Shepard and flicked her fingers towards herself, calling him closer.

"Straddle me and pleasure yourself upon me."

Shepard came over and knelt either side on the asai's stomach, his penis slowly swelling between his legs, pulling down harder with each beat of his heart.

He picked his cock up at the tip and stroked it a little, pumping the veins and brining the blood up into circulation.

Soon he released it, billowing, alive once again, pumping, beating, a maze of veins erupting out from the shaft.

It was a sight so intimidating it teetered on the edge of being frightening. As Shiala's gaze remained on his member her heart pumped faster and harder through her chest until the recitement of her vowls became breathy and heavy.

She lowered her voice an octave and began to chant quietly, only stopping to helplessly remark mid-chant at the cock she was at mercy too. "...Goddess..." She huffed.

Shepard reached for 2 big handfuls of boob and pressed them together around his member. His cock felt the smooth warmth of her breasts envelop his cock as his fingers dug into her tight leafy-coloured skin and kneaded her thick breasts.

"..ber'ah le'w?th galea, siame-sim're..." She continued to sing.

As Shepard began to feel that recognisable, feeling of intimacy, his cock, lengthy, thick and hard, between her green breasts, pumping and beating, he was beginning to feel the urge to have his member engaged in an embrace with a tight, warm, wet grip.

He became fidgety, slapping her breasts, pulling at her nipples, at one point he pulled his penis out, and patted and rubbed them with his tip.

The feeling of Shiala's exceedingly sensitive nipples against Shepard's intensely delicate purple tip grinding against each other Caused Shepard to tense and jolt around, and Shiala to blast a glow of blue around the room followed with a shudder.

As she shivered around and slapped her palms against the floor at the the mercy of her cock-tickled nipples, she quickly sped up her chant and glew brighter. "keles-pterios ulla tzu..." She gasped and began to vibrate as the glow she emitted pulsed in time with her heart, stunning Shepard and worrying him a little. Yet he remained calm, assured she knew what she was doing. "yakshi-voniferus! The subject of my deepest promise of life; mine and my children's must proceed from pleasure upon myself and be pleased within me!"

Shepard stopped for a second and looked down, at Shiala's distressed sweaty face and let his lust for her build. Little could he see, it was building within her too. She slid her hands around on the floor and twitched her legs as she became jittery with the sight of a cock larger than she had ever seen in front of her.

"Goddess..."

Shiala snapped. She extended her arms forward and impacted Shepard's chest. As she held him at arms length, she slithered her legs out from under him and before he could react she pushed him backwards onto the floor. She slapped his legs down and took a huge breath. *Gasp* "This is still inside me!"

Even being a big asari at 5'11", her mouth was not wide enough to easily slip Shepard inside. She dipped her head down, tongue extended and crammed the 7 inch girth inside.

*GWAAACCKHH-GUUUMPHFKK-GUUUCCK*

With each lift and drop down to the entrance of her throat she twisted her head left to right, thrashing her tongue around all the while.

"Ooooh, that's so good." Shepard moaned, as he tried to deal with the release of his pent up teasing over her breasts a few seconds ago. His collapsed backwards, his hands covering his face and scraping off.

Shiala didn't stop. She knew her throat was not taking a monstrous cock like this but she more than made up for it with her lust, plunging her mouth down over the few inches from the tip repeatedly in a kneeling push-up position with true enthusiasm.

Shepard was becoming more and more tense. He needed his cock to be pleased and the few inches in her mouth wasn't enough.

With every drop of her head onto Shepard caused a pulse of blue biotic energy to pulse out. Again and again, until the blue pulsing and the warm mouth on his cock sent him over the edge.

"AGH, FUCK!" He grunted, sitting up and pulling Shiala from his member. "You need to get going with that chant, quickly."

Shepard grabbed her by her arms and pushed her against the floor. He lifted her legs up until her knee was bent over the bend in his arm. He wrapped his arm around her legs and held onto her thighs.

"Ah! So the chant IS working! Good." Shiala said, pulsing blue.

Shepard looked down, his expression stiff and tense.

"voniferus ai'a me nara, tzu..." Shiala chanted with a deep seductive voice as Shepard grew ever tense and agitated.

He began to slap her thighs and slide his cock up her stomach.

"Keelah se'pai... Keelah se'pai! Ooh, KEELAH!" She cried

Shepard's tip was burning and tingling. In attempt to satisfy himself he used one hand to flap his tip up an down Shiala's dainty, tender, forest green pussy lips.

For about 30 seconds Shepard increased pressure against her azure, sloppily sliding his throbbing meat up between her lips. It tapped against her hole as it twitched around the wettening thick tip. It rubbed against the clit, pushing it up and around as the slide up her pussy reached it's apex.

Shepard's cock and more importantly, Shiala's pussy evolved from a sloppy, clammy feel to soaked in minutes The squishy sound of flopping meat against meat filled the both with an urge to pound each other into unconsciousness.

They both cried out in pleasure.

"UGH FUCK! I Need to fuck you!" Shepard growled

Shiala's steady chanting devolved into a convulsing moan as she tried to finish the line.

"GALEA! Shiah-lou... Uhhmmmm... laiage" Her breathing became deeper and deeper. "kailu... Mmmm... Jauni... Jauni! UGH..." Shiala began to glow a saturated blue. "GALIA HOU... UUUUGH..." As the licks of Shepard's cock against her warm pussy burned up inside them both, Shiala could hardly get a sentence out. "HAOUND MULAI FEAH! OH GODDESS PUT IT IN ME!"

Shepard refused. As his teasing became unbearable, he simply squeezed her thigh and gritted his teeth. Shiala began to beg and plead.

"UUUGH, SHEPARD! FUCK ME! WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR ME TO SAY?! FUCK MY BRAINS OUT?! FUCK MY... SHEPARD JUST... JUST..." Shiala's convulsions suddenly exaggerated. Her stomach muscles defined, her back arched and collapsed to the floor in quick succession and her forelegs clamped down Shepard's arm.

"JUST..." Shiala was in limbo for a few seconds, giving Shepard the perfect time for his entrance. He took his free hand from her thigh and restrained her aggressively rocking pelvis onto the floor, using the other hand on his cock to quickly guide and press against her hole and thrust in.

"AAAAAAAAAAAHHH! OH MY GODDESS! OH MY GODDESS!" She chanted in a whole new fashion.

Shiala's insides were churning as her first cock even nearly the size of Shepard's throbbed inside her pussy.

However she wasn't the only one to be over taken by pleasure. Shepard too, groaned out in ecstasy and agitation as the need to fuck her grew too large.

"GUARGH! FUCK YOU FEEL GOOD!" He yelled, leaning down, wrapping his arms around her lower back and slowly beginning to stand to a squat, bringing her pelivs up with him, his cock still buried deep within her pulsing walls .

As he stood up, his legs bent in a squatting position. As he held some of Shiala's wait above the ground, he had her pelvis lifted up with his. he used his leverage to pound hard and fast.

"OH GODDESS, AAAAAAAAAH! YOU'RE SO FUCKING HUGE! EVERYONE CAN HEAR ME!" Shiala clawed at the floor as Shepard repeatedly buried and pulled his wet, thick cock from her tight pussy, slapping their flesh together, and squelching her fluids around.

"UUUGH FUCK! IF... YOU... DON'T WANT THEM... TO HEAR YOU... STOP MAKING... LOUD..." Shepard continued to fuck relentlessly as he prepared to take it up a notch. He used one of his back supporting hands to take take the whole load as another parted her soaked lips and rub her clit around. "...NOISES!" Shepard groaned as his cock and hand worked in tandem.

"UGH UGH UGH UGH UGH UGH UUUUGGGGGGGH! YOU'RE SO FUCKING HUGE. THIS IS THE BIGGEST DICK I'VE EVER HAD BY FAAAR-OOOOH!" This made Shiala's orgasm prolong. She cried and thrashed about for another 10 seconds before the orgasm started to wear off. "AAAAAAAAAAHH-AH-AH-AAH"

Shepard continued to lunge his hips forward and his cock down her pussy, but his muscles were giving in. He persevered and fucked the last few moans from his tall green asari before slipping out and carefully dropping to her side on the floor, breathing heavily.

*Cough* "I've never..." Shiala tried to say between breaths. "I've never been fucked like that before... Did you cum?"

"No." Shepard simply replied, dropping to the floor to rest, staring a the ceiling.

"Then I've definitely never been fucked like that... You throb so deep within me. It... It twitches and beats inside. It feels alive. It's not just a piece of meat that gets hard and then thrust it in and out, barbarically. There's something about it. It... It throbs, and beats, it's so thick and hard, the veins pulse. Oh the veins!"

Shepard didn't say anything but he was enjoying flattery. So much so it drove him to stretch a tired arm out and massage the fat, juice smothered tip of his reddened, painful looking cock.

"Shepard?" She asked

He responded with a glance.

"They really can hear us. This is made from tin." Shiala lifted a leg and kicked the wall near her right foot.

"They don't know who I am. The ship we're using has no markings."

"But they know me."

"You'll be joining my team. You won't be living here anymore."

"I know, Shepard, but they heard me say all those things! Oh Goodness... We must be quiet in the next step."

A minute passed before Shiala planted her shaky arms on the floor and picked herself up. She crawled on over Shepard and sat just below his cock.

She flicked Shepard's hand off the tip and began caressing it against her belly as she chanted.

"Tzu ulla, ai'a me. Siari le'ku rebekha." she said as her fingers flicked at the large lip between his swollen, bulbous, purple head and shaft.

Shepard you're going to penetrate my backside now. Please. We must remain quiet.

Shepard held a reply for a few seconds, "Your not going to be quiet."

"I'll try... I'll bite onto my clothes. Hopefully everyone who I'm sure has crowded around this house will have gotten bored, we just need to stay... Quiet."

Shepard sat up and reached for his top which he gently laced through her mouth.

Shiala smiled and free'd Shepard's member as he slid off Shepard and got on all fours, her tight asshole contracting and pulling in his direction.

Because Shiala was so tall, Shepard kneeling was out of the question. Thrusting directly forard into her instead of slightly down would have felt awkward. So he hoisted her hips up a little higher and asked her to lean on her elbows.

He stood up and lowered his body with his legs apart as Shiala knelt face down ass up.

He aimed his tip toward's her asshole and pressed against it harder and harder.

"hmmmmm..." Shiala began to moan into the shirt in preparation as the pressure built.

Suddenly her twitching hole spread open and Shepard's hot thick member sunk in. They both felt an intense, slippery, burning, as the meat filled every gap in her backside.

Shiala bit down hard, her moaning sporadically changing to light heaving under the sensitive pressure applied to what felt like her entire stomach.

Her face scrunched up as she attempted to control her breathing and not roar the house down.

As Shepard began to feel the tubes in her insides bend and force his cock around he reached full deep penetration.

"UGGGGH-Mmmmm!" Shepard caught himself mid groan as his thick cock was squeezed by the surrounding muscles relentlessly.

"Oh fucking... Jesus." He whispered over her muffled moaning.

"Mmmmm Hmmmm!"

Shiala had never felt so full up in her life. Every inch of her was packed to capacity by Shepard's member beating, drumming, throbbing, burning and melting her insides.

"Uuuuuuh. Fuck, fuck!" They cried in tandem. "Shepard..." Shiala spit out the clothing from her mouth and breathed heavily. *GASP* "I... I can't... I GAH!... It's... I can't stay quiet, it's too much... Too... sensitive."

Shepard winced in her tight grip as he smacked her bum cheeks with force to let out his pent up frustration.

They remained eerily silent, absorbing the throbbing beat of his cock within them both and the stretching hole stuffed with meat, before Shiala gave in and quietly began to chant.

"Ba'leer, rebekha keles-pterios... Ok, go ahead... Ai'a me, nara voniferus."

Shepard slowly pulled his cock from her ass.

"AAAH-aa-mmmm!" She quickly stopped chanting and bit the clothes on the floor.

Shepard finally had a good 8 inches of his 10 inch member out of her. And so while her mouth was full he took the opportunity to fill her back up. He pushed in further and further until the tight muscles enveloped his entire shaft once again.

"Oooh. GOD! FUCK!" He shouted in the empty tin cabin. Shepard had hardly felt more teased in his life. Being inside an ass almost as tight as Miranda's and not being able to fuck it until she passed out was consuming Shepard.

"Does this feel good, Shiala?" He asked with little patience.

She took a second to calm her intense wincing and cloth biting to say with controlled breaths, "Oh my Goddess, you have no idea." She managed to cry, huffing between words.

She forgot to pick the clothes back up in her mouth. She instead lowered her head and tensed with a scrunched up face and a bitten bottom lip until her cute green face turned red.

Shepard didn't say another word. Simply a loud groan followed by the pleasured screaming of Shiala as he stiffly thundered his cock out of her backside and back in, his balls swinging like a pendulum against her swollen pussy, lapping up her juices.

"GOAAAAAAAAGGH GODDESS! FUCK! FUCK FUCK!" Shiala continued. And so did Shepard, as he filled her insides to the brim and unceremoniously emptied them, only to come crashing back through the tiny hole with his raging, hungry, thick meat.

"OOOOOOH MY FUCKING GODDESS YOU'RE SO FUCKING BIG! I CAN FEEL YOU IN MY... AAAAAAGGGGHH!... STOMACH!"

And Shepard could almost feel her stomach too. Every inch of him crammed through up inside.

"UGH... UGH... UUGH!" He groaned with every heavy smack of his plump, heavy, filled, stimulated balls against her soft pussy.

"I CAN'T DO THE... GAAAAH! THE... CHANT WITH YOU... FUCKING ME LIKE THIS! OOOH GODDESS GIVE ME STRENGTH! EVERYONE CAN HEAR US! OH GODDESS... EVERYONE CAN HEAR MEEEEE... JUST CUM IN ME!"

Shepard was almost too occupied moaning and fucking to hear, but he did. And it turned him on. He sped up the thrusting and used one hand where he supported her waist to spread her lips open and rub around the clit between her legs.

She cried out almost in pain, tears running down her face as the sensation felt torturous. She felt every nerve in her body stimulated farther than she could handle. She shrieked and trembled as Shepard's waist came crashing down in time with his nimbly working fingers on her clit.

Her muscles began to spasm and her back convulse as Shepard's cock grew a tight knot at the base.

The warm tortured hug of her ass was becoming too much as they both couldn't hELP but vocalise simultaneously.

"OH FUCK YOU FEEL SO GOOD!" They both cried. She was plunged a few more times before they both paused between their expressions of ecstasy to announce, "I'M GOING TO CUM SOON!"

They both quickly returned to their loud expressions.

"KEEP GOING! DON'T STOP! FUUUUUCK! FUCK FUCK FUCK! I'M GONNA CUM! OH MY GOD EVERYONE IN THE FUCKING TOWN CAN HEAR THIS!" She trailed off with a moan.

The sound of their flesh smacking against each other rung around the tin house creating a hypnotising beat to their intimate, rough, orgasmic subsumation ritual.

"UUARGGH... UGH... AAAGHHH!" Shepard shouted as suddenly the knot in his cock tightened more severely and his balls strained so hard they lifted and separated a little as cum was drawn up into the chamber.

Shiala also reached a new height as her muscles suddenly began to give way all across her body giving a rippling effect. "AAAAAAH FUUUUUCK! I NEED STRENGTH GIVE ME STRENGTH! I'M... SHEPARD I'M GOING TO CUM IN A..."

That was it, as the thumping meat melted her insides once more, all hell broke loose. Both of them lost themselves. Their muscles tensed, every limb of hers trembled violently. Her lungs emptied, only allowing her to gasp and sharply expel it all in a series of deathly, ear piercing squeals.

Shepard's lungs however filled and loudly bellowed a powerful masculine howl as his entire body tensed, frozen in the moment as the knot in his cock tightened further and subsequently smoothed out in milliseconds.

They both suffered through a mind numbing orgasm, her screeching, in quick sudden busts and him filling the tube house in a deep groan.

"UUUUGH" Shepard felt his balls pull up and pump cum out through his shaft and deep inside her stomach.

"EEK! *GASP* "EEEEEK! *GASP*" She cried as Shepard injected a thick soupy white load of cum through her quickly spasming asshole and into her stomach.

Shiala wanted to cry out about the incredible feeling of being ass fucked and came inside but was paralysed and left to only to make high pitched shrieks. It was all her numbed mind could handle. One exception being the ability to process every nerve's sensation in her body. Another 2 gigantic loads filled her stomach up... and she could feel it.

Shepard could too. Despite his tensed body and hard swinging waist, the feeling of unleashing his pent up loads of cum inside this tall, tight, sexy, big breasted asari was unbearable for him too.

"EEK *GASP* EEK *GASP EEK EEK EEK *GASP EEK... EE-guuuuh... guuuuh. GUH... GUuuuh." She slowly began to deform into moans as her mucles gave way and she collapsed into a quivering mess on the floor.

Shepard took a while longer to give in. He still had 2 more loads to fill her up with, but after that, he eventually slowed down to a halt.

For a whole minute after Shiala's ass took every load Shepard had and kept it in her, he struggled with retaining consciousness. He was known by the people he had slept with in his life to be prone to passing out after a particularly intense session, but he had a job to do and fought the urge as his eyes shut and his mind blanked regularly.

He fumbled about for clothes, his cock heavy, and thick dangling between his legs. He slumped on the floor and pulled his boots on. He moved onto his trousers, then his top and then he moved onto the mumbling deep-green mess he created.

"Are you ok?" He found himself surprised to ask. Shiala just seemed to be taking this one oddly. She was shaking and convulsing violently. She mumbled in some sort of bastardised asari language with her eyes shut. She couldn't answer.

Shepard continued anyway and draped her in the bed sheet. He rolled her around, tied a few knots and soon he had her modesty contained.

It was another quiet 10 minutes before the erratic shaking and rambling became the odd twitch of an arm and a quiet silence from her mouth.

Shepard walked over and crouched next to her.

"Are you ok?" He asked.

Shiala nodded, with her eyes shut. Shepard continued to stare at her as he asked, "Are you sure?" She nodded again, this time however a small smile made it way across her mouth. Her eyes slowly opened and the smile grew bigger.

"That... Was... Amazing." She said with a huge grin.

Shepard huffed in relief and bowed his head with a smile.

"I can't walk. You need to take me to the ship." She said, laying in a collapsed position on the floor.

"Alright, come on." Shepard leant forward a little and scooped up the long form of Shiala and walked out the door.

Shepard was hesitant to emerge into the town he and Shiala no doubt shook up, but came to the conclusion that if he ran, he wouldn't have to look back. So he did. He locked onto his ship and walked, bed sheet covered asari in arms.

He couldn't tell if anyone were looking at him, if there was a crowd of curious humans surrounding the house, he simply walked up to his ship, through the doors and into the chair in the cockpit next to the co-pilots seat in which he placed Shiala.

"Shepard..." She quietly sighed as he flicked switched and prepared for lift off.

"Yes?" He replied.

"I need to finish the chant. No sex. That is over. Just the chant, may I during the flight?"

"Whatever it takes for you to join the team. Go ahead." He said throwing up a switch and lifting off.

-*MEANWHILE*-

Miranda stood in wait, deep inside the alliance section of the citadel. In a large open commons area, overlooking the other arms of the incredible structure. Faint sounds of flowing waters soothed the ears and looking up and seeing a simulated earth sky helped create the atmosphere of an earth away from earth for the alliance members allowed in this generously sized 'section'.

Miranda was awaiting the diagnostic report on the robot that she had given to Anderson to test. He had called in a few alliance soldiers to package it up and take it through the citadel to the laboratory.

The testing was almost complete, Miranda was told, so as she await it's completion, she messaged Shepard to catch up with him when he reached the citadel.

*Shepard. I'm getting a diagnostics report on the robot that we found. I'll fill you in on it when you get here. Meet me in the alliance quarters, section 2, I'll be waiting around here when you're done*

Just as Miranda tapped *send* the doors to her left swooshed open and a lab-coat donned human walked out staring intently into his omni-tool.

"Mrs Lawson?" He asked. "Yes... We have some interesting information on this bot. Follow me."

Miranda walked in to the lab and saw the robot in a whole new light, layed out on an operating table. Robot operating arms in all kinds of positions around the body, un-animated and completely still.

"So, Miranda, it turns out that this robot was an instructor of sorts. There were some very early instructions hard coded into the device before this..." The scientist tapped with his finger on the thigh of the robot "...was installed. It's a quantum-entangling-streaming-device, it made hard-coding anything into it rather slow and tedious in comparison. But what was coded, was decrypted. They used familiar alliance encryption to do it. Essentially, what we're looking at is a sex instructor. I mean, to put it bluntly. I was informed on your mission. It helped me. Knowing where you found it, gave me some idea with where to start and where to look. Those prisoners you found. I think they have training. Sex training... Well this is the instructor."

Miranda circled the robot, and looked at it intently, "They do have training, yes... It looks different."

"Ah, yes, it had a shell, convincing, you would think it's the main body, but no, we cracked it and this what what you're supposed to look at. I suppose to make it more attractive. Perhaps it sheds the shell when it's instructing and re-attaches it to keep people off her later."

Miranda hummed as she traced her finger along it's leg

"Oh! But... Umm... This robot is incredible! It is exquisitely designed. It has bullet resistant plating, it is immune to any voltage or current you can shoot through it. The streaming capabilities are really something we could learn from in the alliance and it's on-board computing systems allow for precisely calculated movements, calculated faster than any autonomous device I have ever seen. Sooo... Ummm... We have cleaned it of all data except the hard-coded sex stuff, it's hard-coded, we can't take it off, but we analysed every bit of it, it's completely safe. So, yeah we cleaned it of all the data and reallined it to the Alliance's streaming software... Meet your new team mate, Miss Lawson. She'll be invaluable to you, I'm sure."

"Perfect." Miranda replied stopping her patrol of the body and looking at the scientist. "When will she be up and alive?"

"Now if you like, Miss Lawson!"

Miranda nodded and stepped back as the scientist ran over to his computer and tapped away. In a few seconds all the vicious looking operating arms around the body zipped back and hid in the ceiling. The robot then sat up and looked around. It then stopped immediately as it gazed over Miranda and said in a familiar voice, "I am out of the Normandy... Miranda?"

-*MEANWHILE*-

"Shiala, it's going to look strange walking through the citadel dressed like this. I'll leave, and send some soldiers to take you to your room."

Shiala nodded and noticed Shepard's hand extended. He clasped it with hers and stood up.

"Welcome to the team."

Shiala nodded and smiled. "Thank you, Shepard."

Shepard walked out of the door and through into the docking bay. Luckily, Miranda really did clear their little dispute with authority earlier, he was met with no one. So he set off to meet Miranda in the 'Alliance section'.

Not before tapping at his omni-tool, however, and sending some personally trusted alliance officials to collect Shiala from his ship and set her up in her own room.

-2 mintues later-

Shepard emerged from the elevator and into the wide open area of 'Alliance's section'. He took a second to breathe it all in. He closed his eyes and just for a second imagined earth.

It didn't last long though.

"Shepard."

Miranda said, breaking his peaceful silence.

"Oh... Hello." He said trying to look uneasy. "What's the news?"

"Follow me..." Miranda said walking off down some steps closer to the flowing water.

"Tell me, Miranda."

"You have to see it, it's our newest team member, it's in the docking bay meeting everyone, but first I'm getting something."

"Miranda... Just tell me."

Miranda continued to walk until she reached an alliance tailor.

"When I asked you to come here, I did plan on telling you everything but then I saw it. Trust me. You're going to need to see it. But now you're here" Miranda shrugged and walked into the dim empty room and confronted the man behind the counter.

"Hi, I'm here to collect my boots."

"Ah! Miranda Lawson, of course! We've made some fantastic modifications to your shoes, I'll just get it for you." The rather flamboyant looking man danced out from the counter and through the sliding door to Miranda's right.

"Modifications?" Shepard asked, sitting down on a black perspex bench, his back against the window facing the citadel.

"Yeah..." Miranda replied as she walked over to the door the tailor walked through and faced Shepard. "It's armour upgrades, nothing special."

Miranda leant down and bent her legs sideways as she slipped her shoes off.

"Why new shoes? Those look perfectly fine for combat." He asked

"These aren't working as well as normal. They're running low on replication gels."

"...Replication gels..." Shepard replied, unimpressed. "You're a solider and you're worried about replication gels? Whenever you get back to base treat yourself in replication liquids, why do they need to be in your shoes?"

Miranda slipped another shoe off and placed them both on the floor. "I... Yes. But it's important for me!... And for you."

"Keeping your shoes topped up on replication gels isn't important to me"

"Shepard... You've never said it out loud but..." Miranda leant in, "The way you treat my feet, I would have thought that you would be almost more concerned that I keep them in perfect condition than me." Miranda backed off again and continued, "It takes some money to keep my feet like this, you know? They're like pillows... Soft... Small... Cute... Pillows..." Miranda looked up at Shepard with a look so seductive an enemy might confuse it with the intent to murder.

She held the expression until it elicited a reaction from him. And it did. He shuffled around on his seat and pulled his trousers about his crotch area.

"Ha! Told you... You care." Miranda giggled with a big smile.

Shepard looked up, joyfully defeated and very faintly smirking when he said, "I'm leaving. I've got to see it."

Miranda sarcastically tried to keep Shepard where he was, "Oh noooo... Don't leave me and my feet here... All alone!". Shepard continued to walk away, "Oh and don't even get me started on what my suit does to keep my big ol', thick, tight bum as it is!"

Without thinking, Miranda reached behind her and grabbed two whole handfuls of white, combat-skin-suited bum cheek and smooshed it around in her hand.

*Eck-hem!* A voice awkwardly coughed behind her... "Your shoes, Ma'am."

-MEANWHILE-

Shepard got back into the elevator, and made his way back to the docking bay, brainstorming ideas on how to pitch the latest Asari member to the team. "I should have done it there..." He moaned looking at the floor when a broadcast sparked on in the corner of the elevator.

It was Alyndia. She was atop a balcony, addressing the planet of thessia in her month's address. Alyndia was dressed in a tight corset and skirt, extenuating the huge curves in her small frame. She wore a large lace bra that still had some boob spilling out along the top and seemed to look more like 2 great big bags strapped around her back cupping the breasts and drooping a little as it suffered under the huge thick mass of them.

For the little time Shepard spent in the elevator he couldn't catch much, he heard something about the poor attitude of the new generation of asari and the population issue on a moon orbiting omega before the doors presented his destination.

-MEANWHILE-

"Hello, Joker." The very familiar voice spoke behind him.

He rolled his wheels in opposite directions and spun around quickly. And the robot stood there, her shiny, stainless steel, manufactured iris' spinning around and adjusting at Joker's eyes.

He took a quick look up and down, speechless. She was a work of art. Her entire body was sculpted with perfection. Her entire head was made of brushed aluminium. Her swooping "hair" coming from over her ears and bending below her chin was one solid piece of dark grey steel.

the rest of her was equally masterfully assembled. Her beautifully shapely feminine body and legs elegantly patterned with stainless steel and opaque bullet resistant glass.

"...Edi?" Joker asked

"Yes, Joker?"

"Y... You're..."

"Yes, I have a body Joker. I can't divulge into any of the details regarding the acquisition of the body in public however, this is alliance hardware. I'm being streamed into the body from all of Alliance's base stations around the galaxy. The signal should be between 200% - 150% anywhere in the galaxy. Apart from 2 dark spots that I have found where the max reach of any station is reduced to 2, therefore 50%. I have many new features, I can wield weapons, and engage in combat, also any feature I had in the Normandy I have in this body too."

"Holy crap!"

"I should go to meet Shepard, he is in the vicinity, apparently." With a cold regard for Joker's shock, Edi's arm swung up and stiffly straitened with her index finger pointed outward. Without another word she elegantly stepped on her inbuilt heels over to Shepard's location.

Joker was left dumbfounded. He watched the thin, wide-hipped, hard-sculpted, large, steel ass glide off silkily on her heels.

Joker knew 2 things from this encounter. 1, The alliance finally had a plan and 2... Joker didn't want to think about it. Over analysing was both a blessing and a curse for him. As a pilot, it makes him damn near the best in the galaxy, as a person, it makes him nervous and uncomfortable.

So he stopped thinking and just wheeled himself off towards Edi. She was already talking to Shepard. Spinning around so one of the saviours of the body could get a good look at it in action.

Shepard looked pleased. Apart from his folded arms, he had a faint impressed look on his face, which was assuring for joker.

"Edi!... Edi!" He said in a half whisper half shout. "Sorry..." He said as both Shepard and edi looked over to him. "I need you for a second!"

"One moment." Edi said, staring at Shepard. "Yes, joker?"

"Could you... Follow me."

Edi spun back around to face Shepard and just stared.

"Yes. Go on. It looks great Edi, you'll be even more helpful now. I should go and make sure our new member is safe in her room."

"New member?" Joker said surprised as Shepard nodded and walked off.

"You'll meet her soon, Joker!" He shouted from 15 ft away

*1 minute later*

Both Joker and Edi arrived at a small, empty broom cupboard about 10ft long and 5 wide in the docking bay. Joker spun around and asked edi to shut the door.

"What would you like, joker?"

"Edi, you know... That problem I have?"

"You have 7 of what I reason you would refer to as a problem. Brittle bone disease, ADD, Sperm Cont..."

"Yes!..." Joker quickly interrupted."... That one."

Edi just stared.

"You're an ai, a robot. Not capable of emotion. Right?"

"I have some interesting theories on emotion. I do believe I am on the cusp of a revelation, but essentially, as of this moment, I am incapable of emotion."

"So if I ask you to assist me with an issue I have, you won't feel disgusted or weird?"

"Oh, yes, joker, I have special functions in this body. Even the touch sensors are hard-wired into my neural hub. So I do get some of what organics would call 'enjoyment' out of pressure applied to them."

"Wait... Are we talking about the same thing?"

"You would like to have sexual intercourse with this body. I have many tests with potentially interesting answers I would like to carry out during intercourse. So yes, I would like to have sexual intercourse with you too."

Instantly, jokers member thickened and throbbed in his pants.

"There are no patrol routes around here" edi said. "We could engage right now, if you would like?"

"Umm... Yes! Yes." Joker quickly replied.

Edi placed her hand on her crotch when suddenly as if pulled by some force her hand was secured down on it.

"This body was acquired from a secret, unmarked building in omega, used by the PEReL corporation for the sex trade."

With that edi clunked her hand off her crotch and a small stainless steel crotch plate came of with it, revealing a perfectly sculpted, manufactured pseudo-organic tissue, in the shape of a tight, unused pussy.

With the plate in her hand she went to lay it on the floor and said "I have run complete diagnostic tests when I awoke in this body. I deem it safe for intercourse. The tissue is self replicable. It is on it's 10 tissue change. The depth is adjustable. As it its girth threshold. I can produce moisture gathered from the air. This body has a small oxidation chambers in its thighs. I can also produce a creamy substance and emit it during intercourse over your penis. This body used to train the best sex workers in the galaxy, and the intercourse protocols are still here."

Joker's breathing rate increased and deepened, he adjusted his legs around to allow for his cock's enlarging.

"N...Now?" He asked.

"Shall I proceed?" Edi replied, cold and still.

"I... Uuh, yes."

Not waiting another second, Edi's hand demagnetised and dropped the plate clanking on the floor. Her steel heels clicked and she approached Joker. she de-assembled the chair, flicked the armrests down, locked the wheels and folded the backrest. She then reached her left arm around Joker's back and lifted him up of the chair.

To assure Joker and calm his surprised reaction as she undressed him with her dexterous free hand, she said "I know precisely how much pressure needs to be applied to each bone in your body before any pain is caused. My calculations are always correct, I will not harm you. Just relax, and I will relive you.

Edi was surprisingly warm for a metal machine. Just underneath the 1st few layers of steel and aluminium is a liquid warming system, behind that is the thermo-heat sink for her systems but those are unreachable. Her breasts, a good large handful were unfortunately as hard as the rest of her, her large bum, slender legs and feet were all as solid as it looked. But there were a few exceptions to that rule that joker came to learn.

Edi held joker tight in an embrace, his nearly Shepard rivalling, blue tinted balls and meaty 9 and a half inch long cock flopped long and heavy between his legs. She looked deep into jokers eyes her face mere inches from his, and assisted him down against the back wall, past his chair. She pressed him flat against the painted concrete and kicked her right leg up 180 degrees with effortless ease, and rested her heel above joker's left shoulder.

The distance between her face and his remained as she let slid one hand out from jokers back and with incredible precision and a soft touch, slid her smooth steel fingers over the tip of his cock. Further down she slid them, over the maze of veins, and down the base where she was just able to connect her thumb and index finger. She lifted it up and slowly dipped her tilted hips and beautiful silver vagina to the tip.

As soon as they connected and the lips of her pussy felt the touch of his tip she removed her hand and slid it back around jokers back.

With their faces still close edi asked, "ready?"

Joker was petrified, his heart was racing his muscles were tight and his mind couldn't rest. He was completely at Edi's mercy, and he knew it. It took a long 5 seconds before joker bit his lip and nodded the affirmative.

It was then, edi pressed her tight steel pussy lips harder against his throbbing member.

Just then when edi said inches from Jokers face, "Does this feel good?" His cock seeped deep inside her.

He moaned suddenly and powerfully. "Woooooo-o-ooh"

Edi's pussy was made from heated, artificially oxy-generated tissue lined with a silky filter, designed to spread out the moisture she generates around the penetrating object. The artificial tissue was warm. Very warm. and just as tight. The tissue contract's and expands on the fly, creating a tight grip around the cock but still retaining the silky, mooshy feel of penetration. It was bliss inside this body. Joker's tip was melting under the small, tight, yet squishy and warm grip of her hole. His protruding veins were being massaged by the light contraction and expansion slipping up and down his shaft millimetres at a time.

Joker threw his head back against the wall and opened his mouth wide.

Edi pulled herself from his throbbing cock back to the tip with ease and agility. Then plunged back against his groin using her right and left leg to make the quick, precise movements.

Joker moaned again, the soft sweltering grip beginning to really wetten.

"Does this feel good?" She asked again, pulling her hips away and with perfect precision and then dipping them forward again, for the third penetration.

Joker was unable to reply. The immense please from the heat and soft tightness of her tiny pussy silenced him almost completely. He simply stood, back against the wall, a robot, her right heel resting against the wall above his shoulder and the other on the floor assisting her lunges against him, overpowering him.

Edi didn't stop. Her lunges only got tighter, wetter, hotter, and faster.

She retreated and plunged, retreated and plunged until a small motor began to whir in her hips as she engaged a new level of speed requiring such assistance.

As her fucking became so fast she completed 3 lunges in a second, she needed extra assistance, to keep Joker still.

Continuing to sink his fat cock inside of her with nanometre precision each time, she used her left hand to grip Jokers left bum cheek and her right to secure his upper back before pulling him tight against her body.

Edi's face was now 4 centimetres away from joker's.

Joker was held away from the wall, in Edi's tight embrace, as her silky, hot, deep, pussy tortured his cock in a strange position.

"Does this feel good, Joker?" She asked again, fully aware he was unable to answer.

30 seconds later Joker was able to manage his breathing, but felt his brain dimming progressively, his cock felt a tight knot deep in his base and his muscles all over his body began to buckle.

"I'm going to cum!" He somehow managed to cry out.

Edi, without showing a single sign of cognition, continued her quick thrusting, engaging her soft, crying tissue over the thick, throbbing cock inside her.

"Latch." She said in monotone. Then in many subsequent, nanometre precise, mathematically calculated movements, she pulled herself from his cock, swung her leg back down and perfectly landed it on the floor. She took her right hand from his back and speedily, but gently clasped the thumping tip of his cock. She then slid her left hand up his back and kicked Joker's legs out from under him, controlling the direction of his fall from the grip on his tip. With that hold she also used it was a chance to release the latch. As he landed a controlled fall, backwards, strait on the floor, edi twisted the latch, kicked her right leg over him, straddled his tip, lined up the entry, and plunged back down. All in 2.3 seconds and not a single nerve of pain was felt.

Her legs were almost 180 degrees apart. They were stretched as far out as this body allowed, but the soles of her feet still planted against the floor. It was the perfect position, it allowed her to pull her hips from his member and slip back down, stopping with barely any distance between her and Joker's fragile frame.

She leant over joker, her 260 lbs body mere inches from his. Her aluminium palms pressed against the floor, giving her better ability to lift her hips and control the decent.

Joker wasn't long away from explosively finishing. The premature opening of the latch seemed to set his ejaculation back a little, giving Edi more time to fuck it out of him.

He could hardly handle it. The silky inner walls and very hot soft grasp on his tip, melted his sensationally overloaded cock.

"Does this feel good, Joker?"

She asked again.

Through his moaning, Joker was just about to manage a "...YES..."

The motor began to whir again in her hips, it was noticeable from joker's perspective as her thrusts suddenly sped up and yet the perfect precision remained as the splits poisoned legs and forward leaning body, slipped her ideally wettened pussy up and down the 9 inch raging cock.

40 thrusts and 10 seconds later the knot in Joker's cock tightened, his face began to redden and his moans became more pained.

"You're about to ejaculate, Joker."

Edi, in nanoseconds, calculated the best position for speed in relation to the estimated volume of Joker's ejaculation, his length, his girth and the build shape of her insides. She reasoned that the optimal position would be to pull her legs back and squat over Joker, lean forward, wrap her arms around his mid and upper back and lift him slightly from the floor, to compensate for the particularly fragile upper vertebrae she was aware of.

In a single second she changed position and was now riding Joker as a jockey would a racehorse. Her body squatting and holding Joker tightly to frame.

In this position she had full use of her legs. Unlike the other positions where she sacrificed full power for freedom of Joker's movement. In This position she held him tight had all of her artificial muscles to assist in movement. And she used them.

She pumped her hips up and down with great speed. Plunging her fiery pussy through his cock, melting the tip and caressing it with quick contractions.

Joker could not take long of this. He cried out almost in pain when Edi asked, spinning her steel iris into his eyes.

"Does this feel good for you, Joker?"

"FUCK FUCK FUCK!" He yelled out. His cock unloaded like it never had before.

In order to completely empty his balls she changed tactic. Suddenly she paused her thrusting on one plunge and stayed there, she increased the temperature, and tightened her hole.

Joker unloaded a big thick spurt far up inside Edi.

She lifted her hips, and glided smoothly back down as he grunted loudly and deposited another 2 soupy loads up inside her.

Edi spent the next 30 seconds lifting herself to the tip and slowly coming back down, eventually urging out a good many thick, white loads, finally, fully emptying Jokers balls like no one else could.

"Did that feel good, Joker?" She asked touching his nose with hers.

He was still unable to talk, his heart was thumping in his chest.

Edi eventually gave up on awaiting a response and lay him back down. She pulled her hips off his, his cock flopped out, wet, beaten and used, as a little cum dripped from the tip.

"Since you are unable to vocalise your thoughts, I'll take it upon myself to assist you. I'm telling you this assuming you can hear me, Joker."

Edi leant over and lifted joker back up into her arms, she held him steady with an incredible display of strength with one hand as the other scavenged for his dispersed clothes and dressed him with them.

"There you are, Joker." She said placing him in his chair.

As she reached for her crotch plate she asked, "Did that feel, good, Joker?"

Through his deep breaths he managed to reply, "Yeah, it felt good, why do you keep asking?"

"Sexual intercourse is about relieving oneself of the need to procreate. Whether procreation occurs or not is not the point, it's about relieving oneself of the need. Intercourse is supposed to feel good. 'Blissful' is a word I noticed out of a pool of 90000 articles and books that describe sex is used 87% of the time. I would like to know if my research lead me to perform an act that you would describe as 'blissful'."

"Edi... That was amazing... Blissful."

"I am glad. Would you like me to wheel you out?"

Joker paused for a few seconds, "I'm just gonna stay here for a while." He said, leaning his head on his hand.

Edi said no other word and simply clicked her heels against the floor and strutted out.