Miranda x Femshep, Chapter 1
Miranda stopped in the doorway and hung her head low with a deep sigh of frustration before turning about back into the Commander's quarters. She eyed the Commander angerly as she quickly clicked upon her omni tool to lock the door remotely while moving towards Shepard with heavy footsteps. The doors were barely closed when Miranda grabbed two handfuls of the Commander's shirt and pressed her to the wall. Her lips smacked hungerly against hers hard and she felt the Commander's confusion quickly give way to desire. Shepard's hands caressing her hips like the talons of an eagle gripping its prey.
Their lips broke apart. "Wait," Shepard turned her head to the side as she tried to hold Miranda at bay while Miranda push herself into her to meld more of each other's lip stick together. "Wait, wait, wait. We're moving a little too fas- "
Miranda interrupted her by grabbed her jaw to force her face flushed to hers. "This is happening." Miranda's body lunged into Shepard's to gained dominance over her and pressed her firmly to the wall. She ran her finger through Shepard's red hair to the back of her head to hold her mouth to hers for another hard and furious kiss. Miranda felt her hand being swatted at when she started to undo Shepard's belt, but with a sharp yank of Shepard's hair Miranda painfully pulled Shepard's head back. Miranda grinned devilishly as Shepard submitted and allowed her entry. Shepard gasped hard as Miranda's gloved hand ran down her pelvis and roughly over her clit. Shepard gasped even harder and let out a painful moan when Miranda thrusted her fingers into her and began to curl and uncurl them within her. As she continued Shepard's lips found Miranda's on their own. Shepard unzipped Miranda's snug cat suit and buried her face within Miranda's cleavage as she went to work on her laced bra. The feeling of Miranda's fingers felt so amazing that Shepard felt her own fingers go numb and her whole body began the shake while her mind surged with pleasure that washed over her like wave of warm water. Shepard collapsed into Miranda; her panting being muffled by Miranda's breasts.
Miranda giggled as she removed her fingers and made Shepard watch as she licked the juices off them before slowly reaching behind her back to unclasp her bra with a grin of enjoyment. She let her bra drop down her arms and fling it off to the corner somewhere before putting the fingers in Shepard's mouth and pinching her nipple. Shepard roared back to life, sucking on Miranda's fingers, and rubbing Miranda's sweet spot from the outside of her suit. Miranda gasped and moaned heavily as she experienced the vigorous monster she unleashed with her lust.
The two eventually found their way on Shepard's bed, unclothed, with Miranda hardly containing her moans as Shepard moves her tongue in circles around one of Miranda's erect nipples and her fist in and out of her pussy. Miranda's back arches in her climax. A blue aura of energy elevated her off the bed slightly and roughly dropping her onto the bed as it disappears, leaving her in a puddle of her own exhaustion. Shepard removes her fist and Miranda grunts at as her vagina's lips are pulled apart on her exit. Shepard takes her place next to Miranda slowly running her hand up and down Miranda's inner thigh. Miranda lets out a chuckle as she keeps her eyes closed.
"You gotta... give… a girl… time to… recover," said Miranda. Failing to say it on one breathe and having to break it into short bursts with each exhale.
"Well, you're the one who caused this." Shepard kissed up and down Miranda's neck and her hand teasingly trailed its way up to Miranda's pussy to walk two fingers across her folds and dance them back down and up them again. Miranda exhaled hard with anticipation and yearning all the while she bit her lip and, without a thought of the action, caressed her breast before moving down to guide Shepard's fingers within her. As Miranda inhaled the feeling of Shepard's kisses journeying south did not dawn on her till, she felt the Commander sucking the air out the inside of her canal. The blood rushed to her nether region as she felt her walls contracting and the Commander's fingers slowly forcing them apart with every flick of her fingers back and forth. Loud moans escaped Miranda's mouth yet again for the next coming climax.
"Miranda?" said a dampened voice from out of nowhere. "Miranda!"
Miranda felt herself immediately ripped from her slumber. She sat up in her bed looking around to find her sister, Oriana, standing in the doorway.
Oh, God! Miranda thought as her cheeks blushed bright red. It happened again!
"I'm sorry to wake you, but you're keeping me up with all the moaning and whatnot," Oriana stood there leaning on the door jamb with a look of exhaustion. "Can you masturbate a little more quietly? Or maybe not while I'm here?" Without another word Oriana walked away and the doors slide closed.
Miranda face palmed her forehead as she fell back onto her damp sheets and pillow. She reached down to pull her panties back up and realized that the fabrics were ripped apart down the right side wing. With a sigh of frustration Miranda laid her head back. "Fuck it," Miranda said to herself. She was too tired to do anything about it tonight. It would have to wait till morning. Or afternoon. She felt like she just wanted to stay asleep to avoid the awkward situation she knew she would have with Oriana come tomorrow.