Title: Mistress
Summary: Commander Shepard, first human Spectre, daughter of high ranking Alliance officials, Hero of Elysium... Mistress to Councilor Sparatus ...

Setting: ME2
Rated: M (PWP)
Dis: I don't own Mass Effect

Note: In the Shadow Broker DLC it is revealed that Sparatus has a mistress...
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Commander Dani Shepard looked up and down the hall before entering the penthouse suite of one of the most prestigious hotels on the Citadel. She was happy she was alone because she needed time to get ready. She took the small bag she had with her into the bathroom and in the span of thirty minutes she was ready. Her blonde hair, no longer in its tight bun, was down and curling naturally down the length of her back. Her civilian clothes were replaced by a ruby red corset that slimmed down her waist and pushed up her tanned breasts. Her satin thong a matching red. Her eyes were painted to seduce, smokey enough to make her violet orbs almost look black. She walked barefoot on the heated, white tiled floor going from candle to candle until the room was a golden glow. She sat on the end of the bed and pulled on the six inch, red stiletto pumps that made her long legs seem much, much longer. She reclined back on the bed, satisfied with her handiwork, and relaxed against the pillows.

Ten minutes later she heard the rattling of the door and shifted her position so that she was on her stomach, legs bent so that the heel of the shoe almost touched the back of her head, and propped her chin up on the palm of her hand. When he came into the room she heard his approving growl and smiled.

"Councilor."

"Spectre," he greeted.

Dani sat up and moved to sit at the end of the bed. Legs crossed, she leaned back onto her hands to jut out her chest, and tossed her blonde curls. She bit her lip as he started undoing the clasps of his outer jacket and she stood slowly. With the heels she was just about his height and she walked in them effortlessly as her hands reached to finish what he started. Slowly she trailed down his jacket then started on his undershirt until his upper body was bare. She leaned up and pressed her lips to his mouth plates. She sighed as his hands cupped her bare ass, pressing her lower half into his. She darted her tongue out to find his as he massaged the globes of her bottom.

"New outfit?" he asked, talons going to the strings of her thong, tempted to shred the material.

"Best that Cerberus can buy."

"I still don't like you working for that disgraceful organization."

"Terek," said Dani softly, nuzzling his neck before pressing kisses there. "Remember that I'm not working for them. Humans are dying and..."

"We aren't helping?" he asked bitingly.

"Lets not fight. Remember our rule?"

"Leave-" He broke off as she took the tip of his mandible into her mouth, sucking on it softly. He felt a purr building in his chest as his talons tightened on her bare hips. "Leave the politics outside the door."

"Hmm..." she murmured, releasing his mandible to kiss down his neck while a hand reached up beneath his fringe. He purred as she started a sensual massage from the base of his fringe down his spine., fingers sliding over plates and pressing into skin. "Yes."

She took his hand and led him to the foot of the expansive bed and he sat and worked off his shoes. He remained sitting and she walked between his legs. His large, turian head was at the same height of her chest and he nuzzled the dual mounds, tongue darting out to taste her skin.

"You made your waist so slender for me," he purred, palms massaging the area of her stomach covered by cinched satin. She smiled, pressing kisses to his fringe, tongue licking at the roughly textured skin that had the faint taste of metal.

He yanked impatiently at her corset, talons shredding the material and she laughed as he did the same to her thong and she was soon naked save for the heels. Her laughter transitioned into a chocked groan as his mouth surrounded a nipple, his sandpaper tongue making it pebble and she moaned as his hand trailed between her legs. Carefully she lifted a leg and moved a foot atop his leg, heel digging slightly into his knee as his finger slid over her folds.

She gripped his fringe and gave a gentle yank and he looked up enough for her to bend and press another kiss to his mouth, his tongue deviling into her mouth as his finger continued to tease her outer folds. She moaned lightly as he brushed against her clit and without warning his long, thick finger was deep inside her to the knuckle, the tip of his talon pressing against the sensitive skin inside her and her inner walls instantly fluttered against the appendage, liquid heat lubricating his finger enough to allow it to slide in and out of her easily.

"Terek..." she murmured, violet eyes meeting his forest green. "I've missed you."

He grunted in reply, pulling his finger out of her, turning his head to press a kiss to her inner thigh, making it tremble in anticipation as his crested head traveled further north. The older turian moved his clawed hand to her waist and applied pressure. Getting the hint she lowered her leg then moved onto the bed.

"Sit," he demanded, patting the spot he vacated before standing. She did as she was told, then licked her lips as he stepped up to her, his bulging cock level to her mouth. She undid his trousers, pulling the material over his hip spurs and down to the turian version of knees. His hand went to her hair and twisted in it as she leaned forward and eagerly took his length into her mouth. His self-lubricated cock slid easily inside and she moaned, sending delicious vibrations to his balls. His mandibles flared outward as he moaned her name, piercing green eyes staring down to watch as her soft, pink mouth traveled up and down his penis. His hips started moving and her hands gripped his spurs for leverage as his thrusts continued. He loved seeing her like this, the great commander, sucking his cock like a common asari whore. He was certain she felt the same way when he was between her legs. Now, however, with her continuous demands about the Reapers, he found himself growing frustrated with her and this was the best way to deal with it.

"I heard something," she whispered, tongue traveling down his length then licking up the seam, coaxing out a very unmanly whine. "That you spent some money on your mistress?"

"Oh?" he asked. "From who?"

"The Shadow Broker."

He choked not only from her answer but because her mouth was back on him and he felt resistance as he hit the back of her throat but then bliss as she swallowed against the head of his cock. He was going to cum and so his grip tightened on her hair and he thrust once more and he heard a slight choking sound before he erupted into her mouth. He felt her tongue and lips move and suckle him as he emptied in her and he relaxed as she sucked him clean. She released him as his cock started retreating back inside the seam. She eased back on the bed, her naked form a pleasant view as she leaned against the mound of pillows and opened her legs. He watched as her hand traveled between her legs and she started to play with herself. Amused, he lowered his pants the rest of the way down then joined her on the bed. He gripped an ankle and while her fingertips dipped into her creamy center he twisted his head to the side and kissed her delicate ankle, tongue darting out around the bone before he kissed up to her knee.

She paused in her stimulation as he rest her leg over his shoulder. His cowl made it impossible to curl her leg over him too much, but enough to rest her heel against the hardened, metallic body part as he continued his trek up her leg. His subvocals purred their excitement when seeing her smooth pussy so wet and glistening. Having taken his allergy shot previous to his arrival he had no worries as he bent forward to lick her seam once, twice, three times before his tongue viciously attacked her clit. She moaned his name, her free leg opening further, heel digging into the mattress as he continued his assault. Her hands went to her full breasts and she pinched her nipples harshly as he licked her over and over, making her tremble. She never would have known the snooty turian councilor liked to go down on human females had he not made the first move and pinned her to his desk before attacking her mouth with his. Their first time had been hard and quick, leaving him wondering if his heart would give out afterwards. Now? He felt like if she WAS right about the Reapers he needed to live life to its fullest before the end came. He also hoped his wife never found out, not that he feared her, he didn't need his respectable name dragged through the mud because his wife wouldn't live on the Citadel with him. Hell, he couldn't remember the last time he'd been buried inside his wife but Shepard?

Eleven days. He had snapped at her at the first Council meeting with her after her resurrection. He'd been agitated with her because she hadn't called him first. He had to find out from his fucking assistant that she was alive! After the meeting he had sent her a message and their reunion had ended up with over 9000 credits worth of damage to the hotel room. One of the charges being her throwing 3000 credits worth of porcelain art at him for air quoting her.

"Sparty?"

He growled while snapping his head up to look at her, his mouth plates glistening with her arousal.

"You know I detest that nickname."

"Aw." She gave him a mock pout. "Let me make it up to you."

She moved faster than he anticipated and the upgrades Cerberus gave her had her pinning him a lot easier than she should have been able to. He watched as the slender, bronzed human vixen lowered her mouth back to his seam and once again he found his hand in her hair as her tongue teased his plates open. When he emerged she sat up slightly and he released her hair as she straddled him. He grit his teeth as she allowed his now rock hard cock to sink inside her welcoming folds. Her golden hair shined in the candlelight as her body started an eager rhythm. Her hips were hypnotizing and he watched as they shifted and rolled, her soft skin rocking against his hard plates. He reached up, talons teasing her breasts, leaving white scratch marks and she started panting like a varren, bracing her hands on his slightly bent knees. The angle she rode him giving him a wondrous view of her flat stomach.

"Ohhhh councilor," she moaned, hooded eyes seeking his out. "You fucking feel so good."

This is what he liked. Her vulgar language as she rode him. Watching as she licked her lips, the sound of their joining, the way her body started to glisten and cheeks flushed with her arousal. This was what he needed, a release of tension, the galactic politics nothing but a strain on his mind and body.

"Please Shepard," he moaned.

"You know what I like," she murmured and he groaned, sitting up on his elbows as she pressed against him. He pulled her hair aside and nuzzled at her neck. He heard her breath hitch as he licked at the salty tasting skin and then his sharp teeth were in her neck, marking her, pressing hard enough to draw blood and she came with a scream as his talons joined in on causing her a little pain, digging into the vulnerable flesh at her back.

"God yes," she moaned, his hot breath and sharp teeth still at her neck and her hands went behind his head, that area beneath his fringe sensitive enough so that when she raked her nails down it he came with a roar of his own, his subvocals shouting not only his surprise at her action but his approval.

He fell back onto the bed and when he was comfortable Shepard slid in beside him. She pressed her lips to his throat, licking at the small plates there while he rumbled with satisfaction. His deadly hand played with the soft, blonde curls that framed her face and when her blunt teeth nipped at his neck he chuckled.

"Give me a moment, Shepard, I'm quite spent."

"Hmm..." She took the hand that wasn't busy playing with her hair and started playfully nipping at the pads of his fingers with her teeth. "I can wait."

"Perhaps you should look in the pocket of my jacket for the present the Shadow Broker spoke to you about."

She was out of bed in a flash. Heels clicking against the floor she went to his jacket and bent to retrieve it, giving him a wonderful view of her ass which had one long scratch mark on it from his earlier groping. She hopped back into bed and sat beside his lazy form. He watched as she pulled out a small box. She frowned slightly before opening it then gasped.

"You're a soldier, I know this, but even soldiers should have pretty things," he said as she pulled out a hair clip. It was beautiful and had a dragonfly at the end of it that had numerous gems in it. Dani was certain the eyes were rubies, the wings were dotted with diamonds, and the body was a mystery but it sparkled in the dim light.

"I love it," she said, smiling brightly. "And you're right. I like the occasional pretty thing." She reached up and twisted her hair around before fastening it with the clip. She turned her head to show him. "How does it look?"

"Wonderful." He sat up and then pressed a kiss to her shoulder, then up the back of her neck. "I'm addicted to you."

"Oh?" she asked, eyes slowly closing as he continued to press almost loving kisses to her neck then back down to her shoulder.

"Mmmhmm," he murmured, hand slinking around to cup a breast. She rest her back against him as he played with her breast, thumb and middle fingers pinching the nipple until it pebbled. His lover sighed as he coaxed her onto her back. He removed his hands completely from her body and sat up on his own knees between her legs. He looked down at her, green eyes calculating. "Play with yourself."

She did, fingers dipping inside her pussy to coax out some of his cum and soon she was using it to stimulate herself by massaging her clit. He felt his plates start to loosen and he sighed as his penis emerged once again. He was acting like a juvenile, rutting with a female numerous times. He couldn't remember a time since meeting Shepard that he managed a full erection more than once a day. Now? She was the red sand to his drug addict. He wanted to lose himself in her and he wasn't even his vulnerable or obsessed with his own wife! He moved over her and in the spur of the moment he pressed his forehead to hers. A turian kiss, one he never thought he'd give to a human. She gasped before he entered her fully. Soon her hands were all over him. Roaming over his shoulders, inside his cowl to the hidden soft skin, up his neck and into his fringe as he moved within her. Her legs were so flexible, able to open fully to him and curl around his hips to add stimulation. His hands wedged themselves between her body and the mattress then went up to her shoulders, talons anchoring at her shoulders as his moves continued to be slow and sensual. They didn't do this much but he found himself wanting it and so did she if the light touches on his mandibles and over the markings of his clan were any indication.

"Terek?" she asked, inquiring to this sudden love making.

"Just enjoy it," he responded and she nodded, and he saw a small crack in her mask as he continued the slow pace. Eventually slow wasn't good enough and he was thrusting harshly into her. Over and over, fucking her hard enough he was certain he heard her teeth clatter together and her nails, her delicious nails, were scratching and marking his arms as she came with a roar that made his balls twitch in response. Her hair was loose from the pin that was now digging into her shoulder but Dani didn't complain she just moved her hips with his and once again he released himself inside her and were she a turian he'd worry about impregnating her with the amount of seed that he pumped inside her. It trickled out of her opening when he pulled out and he felt a small amount of satisfaction as he fell to his side.

"I do like this a lot," she said sometime later, pressing the pin to her lips.

"Good." He trilled his approval as she snuggled in against him, legs and arms wrapping around him as sleep started to descend upon him. "How long will you be on the Citadel?"

"Two more days," she said softly.

"Good. I expect you in this bed for a majority of the time."

She chuckled, eyes closing, the soothing feel of his hand running up and down her back lulling her closer and closer to sleep. She smirked when thinking of an upcoming mission.

"I have an errand tomorrow however I promise to be here later wearing nothing but this pin and perhaps a little black dress for you to peel off."

"I look forward to it."

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