Author's Disclaimer: I don't own a thing or a one belonging to "Mass Effect 2." Nada thing.
Author's notes: When I play male Shep, I usually save Morinth. Female Shep is too honorable, at least in my playthroughs, so she always kills Morinth and saves Samara. I was honestly fascinated at the changes Morinth brought, some crew members noting how "odd" Samara became after that mission, and where Kasumi flat out tells Shepard she knows about the switcharoo. I love finding new things in these games ^_^ I hope you enjoy this look at an, honestly, juvenile look into the ardat-yakshi pairing with male Shepard. Enjoy.
"Demon on the Normandy"
Chapter one "Commander's Quarters"
Shepard didn't usually get nervous when it came to a conquest. Any dalliances he'd had on previous shore leaves had been fun and energetic. And while he had secretly started to develop feelings for Tali-Zorah previous to his….death and resurrection, another currently had his sights.
Shepard always made it a point to stop at the Starboard Observation to talk to the asari dressed all in black lounging on one of the sofas. He still felt guilty over choosing Morinth over her honorable mother, but in losing such a respected warrior, he felt he gained an understanding of this new crewmate.
Morinth had been diagnosed as she was coming into puberty and locked away in a monastery at a young age. Every physical joining she had had since leaving had left her partner dead from a massive brain hemorrhage. Thus was the danger of mating with an ardat-yakshi. Morinth could only enjoy physical enjoyment before it left her partners dead in her arms. She had probably never experienced love.
But each gleam in the asari's eyes as they chatted told Shepard Morinth was interested in more than love. She wanted to touch him, she wanted to feel him, and Shepard had to admit, he was interested. He was no stranger to sleeping with asari, but an ardat-yakshi would kill him.
Morinth was certain the Lazarus project had re-made him in ways that could defeat and bypass the brain hemorrhage. He was different, she'd said. Things could….work out. Meaning he could get up from their bed afterward and continue about his business instead of Morinth having to tell someone the Commander had died in his bed. Probably before fleeing to avoid Miranda's wrath.
So now here they were, both alone in his cabin. Shepard hadn't locked the door, so anyone could… prevent his demise. If it came to that. Morinth, for her part, looked nervous. She looked around at his fish tank, pretending to study the brightly colored fish zipping about.
"You ready for this?" she asked softly. Shepard had to strain to hear her, but she sounded more nervous than she was trying to let on. The slight myth regarding his death and resurrection certainly had circulated since his return. Shepard sipped from his glass. He'd offered his guest a glass of whiskey and he'd drained his own in almost one sip. Cold sweat began to dot his spine beneath his compression shirt.
"I am if you are," Shepard said and Morinth turned to him with a wide smile. It wasn't predatory, it was…curious. It made her look younger if possible and she strode forward. She'd unzipped the top of her black body suit, exposing the barest hint of cleavage. Shepard briefly noted that and took Morinth's hand leading her to the bed. They set their drinks down, both looking at each other. Shepard usually didn't function like he was still in middle school, and it was his first time, but he couldn't help feeling nervous. He'd bedded asari before. Most marines could gloat to that. But Morinth could very well hemorrhage his brain and kill him.
"Shepard… I want you to know what this means to me," Morinth turned bright eyes up at him and Shepard caught of a glimpse of a young, frightened girl in them. A slight ounce of fear mixed with a great deal of gratitude. For taking her side, for letting her on his ship, and for this. "It means….alot."
"I know." Shepard let his hand fall to her hip, pulling her close. Morinth's purple lips parted with a slight gasp, and she smiled. "Don't worry. Let's just see where this takes us…"
"Oh, what a line. Use that one often?" Morinth laughed, running her hands over Shepard's chest, crinkling the fabric of his shirt. Shepard sighed as her hands ran over his sides and belly, tickling his musculature.
"Not too often," he protested. Morinth shed the glimmers of fear he'd glimpsed and straddled his hips, leaning up to kiss him. The kiss was good, and Shepard sighed into it. They'd fallen onto the mattress and Morinth groped and touched him everywhere she could reach like a starving woman. Shepard was already responding, stiffening in his pants. Morinth noticed and laughed, rolling her hips against him.
"Take this off," she urged. Shepard sat up and they both stripped. As Shepard tore off his belt, kicking his pants off, he couldn't help but wonder if he was hurrying to his end. Ashley had walked away from him on Horizon. But Morinth was here, lithe, and bare in his arms. She rolled into his arms, kissing him urgently. When Shepard made to roll on top, she pushed him on his back. Shepard gave a nervous grin as she glided up his prone form, straddling his hips. His shaft pressed urgently into her belly and Morinth cupped the base of him, rubbing and sighing as if she had all the time in the world. Shepard trailed a hand across her cheek and Morinth gave him a look that could only be described as predatory. Shepard froze, transfixed, as she rubbed against the head of his shaft, taking it in with a long sigh.
As Morinth worked onto his length, moaning lowly, Shepard braced both feet on the mattress and lifted his hips. The rest of him slid in and Morinth kept him seated, moaning, giving him a wild look. She leaned down, bracing her hands on Shepard's shoulders, thrusting onto him.
This, this was familiar. Shepard thrust and moved beneath Morinth, delighting in her small shrieks as she rode him without abandon. This part was safe. As Morinth worked on him harder, beads of sweat trailing from her brow, her eyes flashed black, and she stared down at Shepard. She was waiting for him to accept her; she wasn't trying to force the meld. Shepard felt his heart freeze, but he nodded.
"Embrace eternity," Morinth murmured, and the black filled Shepard's eyes as he shared her sensations. How he stretched her, how good it felt, his large hands warm along her back and hip. The meld felt as normal as it could. Etchy feelings of jagged need grated along the edges of Shepard's psyche as he shared Morinth's lust. If thoughts could be felt, it felt like the sting of a wasp, starting to swell the skin where he'd been stung.
As she arched onto him, climaxing, Shepard felt it. A flash of fire in his mind's eye and his vision went out. As Shepard started to panic, his hips rolled urgently beneath Morinth's and he was coming harder than he had in a long time, what felt like endless streams of come. Morinth gasped above him and lowered her brow to Shepard's. Shepard blinked, seeing himself in Morinth's black gaze, but he was okay. His vision slowly came back in, illuminating the asari above him, her eyes gleaming with the meld as they came against each other.
There was endless sorrow and regret swimming in her blackened eyes, then a flash of recognition when Shepard leaned up to kiss her.
"You…you didn't die!" It was probably the strangest thing to yell during sex, but the context was there, sprawled with naked limbs on the Commander's bed.
Shepard moaned, and gritted his teeth, thrusting his hips upward sharply. "Morinth…" he moaned. Morinth rode him with increased vigor, a wild smile on her lips.
It seemed an eternity before the meld faded. They were still joined, breathing heavily. Morinth was draped across his chest, hands roaming his sides as she rested, gasping for breath. Shepard wrapped his arms around her, then tugged the sheet over them. Morinth gave him a somewhat shy look and cradled his jaw in one hand as she leaned up.
"You didn't die," she repeated, her eyes back to their normal brown. "Dammit you're going to make me cry, Shepard…."
Shepard laughed, leaning up to kiss her. He rolled her carefully to her back and thrust long and gently into her.
"I'm here," he said. Morinth laughed beneath him.
End for now
End notes: Well, I felt like writing male Shepard for once. And I wanted to do this :P Enjoy. If you like, let me know, and review. Stay strong, my lovelies.
Sincerely, pen
10/28/2022
