A/N: Okay, I've just discovered my line breaks did not transfer when the story was put up on the site. I've gone back and put them where they belong and new chapters will use line breaks too. Hopefully this will reduce any confusion arising from POV or scene changes. Warning sexual situation ahead. As always, please review. And, surprisingly enough, I still don't own Mass Effect.
LIBIDINOSUs
Returning to his cabin Shepard smiled at his day's work. Not only had he gotten rid of an irritating team member he had replaced her with the most alluring asari he had ever met. Sitting at his desk to give Morinth time to finish finding all the Cerberus spy devices Shepard considered how best to deal with this newest teammate. Pulling up research on asari physiology and what little was available about Ardat-Yakshis on the extranet Shepard didn't even glance at the overturned picture of Ashley or ryncol bottle sitting next to him. Having formulated a plan Shepard grinned as he asked Kelly to tell 'Samara' to report to the commander's quarters.
The door hissed open revealing Morinth dressed in a revealing black and gold body suit. Briefly casting an appraising gaze around the room Morinth confidently strode towards Shepard who sat at the desk by his bed. Watching her descend the stairs Shepard was fascinated by the swaying of Morinth's hips as she placed one foot directly ahead of the other. Despite the effect this view had on him Shepard forced himself act disinterested knowing Morinth did this intentionally to test his ability to restrain himself. Pleased with himself for passing this test Shepard soon realized the testing had only just begun when Morinth came to a stop in front of his coffee table bending at the waist as if inspecting the Prothean artifact. Tearing his eyes from the expanse of cleavage Morinth's new position revealed Shepard saw that the artifact wasn't the item being inspected as his glowing red eyes locked on Morinth's pale blue ones.
Swallowing past his suddenly tight throat Shepard decided to turn the tables and test Morinth's self restraint. With false nervousness Shepard stood from the desk motioning Morinth to be seated he retrieved a bottle of an expensive asari drink pouring them both glasses before approaching the couch and sitting just out of easy arms reach from Morinth. Acting more inebriated than he was, a charade reinforced by several bottles Shepard had planted earlier, Shepard began to make clumsy advances towards Morinth; her response to this apparently easy target was the first test.
"S-So, Morinth, how are you settling in on the Normandy?" Shepard asked after desperately clearing his throat.
"It is so interesting. There are many on this ship of great power, capable of being very dangerous. Though none I've met have yet matched you, Shepard. Its exhilarating." purred Morinth.
"I see, ahem, well I'm afraid I must ask you to not make advances upon any of the crew. It is against regulations and their deaths would be bad for morale."
"Really, that is disappointing. But you, you're above regulations and I think that what I have in mind would be very good for your morale."
"Well, that certainly is flattering, I mean…if that's what you meant…But, ah, how about I turn on some music?" said Shepard refusing to make eye contact with Morinth.
"That would be perfect; I actually brought an OSD of my favorite artists. Would you mind if I played it?" Morinth spoke as she stood and walked to the player on the nearby bed stand her backside swaying side to side before she once again bent at the waist, this time with her back to him, once again exhibiting her flawless body as she inserted the OSD into the player.
Returning to the couch Morinth's gait synced with the beat of the music as the deep bass echoed within her. Taking her refilled drink from Shepard Morinth made sure her hand brushed his before bringing the glass up to her lips. Settling herself sideways on his lap Morinth put her glass down wrapping her arms around Shepard's shoulders as she traced her tongue along her lips pointedly licking a drop of her drink from the corner of her mouth.
Smiling to himself in victory Shepard leaned forward tentatively placing a kiss on her cheek. Giving a predatory growl Morinth grasped Shepards chin tilting his head up so she could give his mouth a series of increasingly hungry kisses. Drawing a leg up Morinth pivoted so that she now straddled Shepard's waist facing him. Capturing Shepard's desire filled stare with her eyes Morinth slowly traced her hands from her thighs over her stomach before moving them up to her breasts briefly pushing the blue globes together displaying her cleavage to Shepard. Her questing hands came to a stop resting on the clasps which secured the light armor to her form.
"I found this suit among my mother's belongings, it is much better than that red outfit she always wore. I wonder why she never wore it; it is quite tight, perhaps her figure was becoming too matriarchal? Do you like me in it?" whispered Morinth. Moving her mouth to Shepards ear the scraped her teeth down his ear before taking the earlobe into her mouth and sucking lightly. Pulling away with a barely audible pop to again look Shepard in the eyes Morinth continued, "Or, perhaps you would like me better in nothing."
Morinth undid the clasps on her shoulders releasing the padded armor which slid down her arms to the floor. Unzipping the front of her suit to her navel Morinth pulled her arms out of their sleeves freeing the top part of the skintight suit which fell to her waist revealing her torso to Shepard's wandering hands. Moving closer to him Morinth caught his mouth in a kiss which was quickly deepened as they both eagerly explored the other's mouth. Lowering his head Shepard caught a nipple in his mouth alternately sucking on it and teasing it with flicks of his tongue. Her excitement manifesting in her hardened nipple and increasingly shallow breathing Morinth grabbed the back of Shepard's head bringing it up to her eyelevel.
A smile teasing the corner of her mouth Morinth's icy blue eyes shifted to a bottomless black. "Embrace Eter…"
Shepard's backhand knocked Morinth from his lap snapping her head to its side. Emerging from her surprise Morinth snapped her once again blue eyes open glaring at Shepard as she attempted to scramble to her feet. Before she was able to recover and bring her biotics up to power Shepard had reached her gripping her neck tightly in one hand forcing her onto her toes while pressing a knife he had earlier placed between the couch cushions under her eye.
"I sided with you against Samara because I hated your mother for what she said to me even after I had agreed to help her kill you. According to her by crushing the emotions within myself that weaken me I also destroy the emotions that strengthen me; by the disgust on your face I can see Samara once said something similar to you. I refuse to accept what she said; I can destroy unwanted emotions and replace them with feelings that strengthen me. So far I have found rage and despair to be the most effective at allowing me to endure my cursed life.
That is why I killed Samara. Why do I let you live? I have decided to keep you around me because of all the simpering fools I've met across this galaxy only you appear to share an outlook similar to mine. While you are certainly capable of anger it is not driving you; you are exploiting another emotion to gain power. Seeing you I realize what that emotion is, it is desire. Morinth, you see something you want and you do anything to get it experiencing pleasure from the fact that you now control the object of you desire. This reveals itself in everything you do. From collecting mementos of your conquests to setting yourself up as a goddess in a primitive village, even to your sexuality, all that you do speaks of a quest to fulfill your base desire.
I am letting you live because I will use you to learn about desire. Both by observing your actions and using you to feed my lust I will add desire to my emotional harmony. Having harnessed desire in addition to anger and despair I will prove Samara wrong by having found a substitute for Ashley."
Looking at her dispassionately Shepard forced Morinth to her knees at knife point. Resigning herself to what was expected of her Morinth reached for his belt. To her surprise Shepard stopped her. Grabbing her wrist and dragging her over to his desk he placed her forearm at an angle against the edge of his desk. Shepard then quickly snatched up his desk lamp and brought it smashing down onto her arm snapping it where it was pressed against the table edge. Waiting for her anguished screams to die down to pained whimpers Shepard finally spoke,
"That was for two reasons. The first reason was simply to punish you for attempting to meld with me. The second, and more important, reason was that breaking your arm was my first lesson from you. I wanted you to suffer under my power and now that I have caused this to happen I have gained pleasure from filling my desire."
Confused by his monologue and distracted by the searing pain of her broken arm Morinth simply stared at him feeling an unfamiliar tendril of fear snaking through her. Her curiosity getting the better of her self preservation instinct Morinth spoke, "Who is this Ashley?"
Hearing this Shepard's jaw clenched and he twisted her broken arm causing her to cry out again. "You do not need to know, it is enough for you to know that your job is to make me forget the happiness I got from her. Go, tell Chakwas that you're arm was broken in the fight with Morinth. I will speak with you again later."
"Shit, I knew something strange was happening. This explains why Shepard's been taking merc prisoners."
"And why they always die without a mark on them." replied Kasumi as she watched Jacob try to wrap his head around what she had just told him.
"So Samara is really Morinth. I can't believe he'd do that, I mean, I know he's been acting odd…" Jacob said slowly.
"Yeah, if by odd you mean completely psychopathic." scoffed Kasumi. "Look, I was snooping around the captain's quarters after the mission with your father and I heard them talking; he called her Morinth. Don't look at me like that! You know I can't help it…Oh, that reminds me, here's you alarm clock. What, kleptomaniac…remember? It's my version of a panty raid, you had to have noticed it's been missing since the first time I spent the night with you." she protested reaching into her gym bag and handing Jacob the clock.
Smiling as he took his clock Jacob quickly grew serious again. "I know he's been acting crazy but he still always helps his crew, I mean he dealt with my father and he got your graybox back from Hock. I just have trouble picturing him betraying Samara like that."
"Here, I have proof; a recording in my omnitool."
The image, filmed from behind an air duct's vent, showed Shepard sitting at his desk while the asari lounged on the bed dressed in a brown leather bodysuit with one arm in a cast. The recording began in the midst of a conversation,
"Did you enjoy merc I left you? I figured a Blue Sun Centurion would satisfy you until the next mission."
"Yes, thank you. He wasn't nearly as good as the potential targets I'm surrounded with aboard this ship but he sufficed." replied the asari giving Shepard a look of such intense desire it made him change the direction their conversation was heading.
"I wish you'd been on the mission, you would have enjoyed what Ronald Taylor had done with the place. The entire ten years and dozens of casualties were a sacrifice in his search for pleasure." Shepard exclaimed.
"So how did you exploit the situation?"
"I didn't, my mission was accomplished, I needed Jacob to be ready for the mission and now he is. After all I've gone through I'm not about to fail just because Jacob's pissed I let his father live to continue his little harem. What would you have done?" he asked, puzzled.
"I would have stayed groundside after the team had left to 'secure' the situation. In reality I would have simply usurped Taylor's role and enjoyed his harem until the Alliance arrived to take over the situation."
"Damn, I should have thought of that." muttered Shepard.
"Don't worry, you're still learning. After all I've been doing this for hundreds of years." the asari said in a condescending tone.
"On the other hand all of those women hadn't had soap for ten years. And I did have a nice, clean asari waiting for me on my ship. One who apparently needs to be put in her place." Shepard retorted grinning at her.
Crossing to the bed Shepard quickly undid the bodysuit's straps and unzipped the front while the asari tried to free her arms from the sleeves. While she gingerly removed the broken arm from its uncomfortably tight sleeve Shepard slipped off her boots. Raising her hips towards the ceiling the asari gave Shepard room to slide the clothing down her legs revealing an absence of underwear. With her naked Shepard quickly began disrobing as the asari got off the bed and knelt in front of Shepard waiting for him to finish removing his clothing.
Once he finished the asari moved forward taking him in her hands and stroking him to readiness. Giving him a smile she moved her head down and slipped his cock between her lips as her cheeks caved inwards from the suction she applied. Pulling away with a pop the asari then placed kisses along the length of Shepard's erection before replacing her mouth around him beginning to slowly move her head up and down, gathering speed as she went. Guiding her head with his hands Shepard began to unconsciously thrust into the asari's mouth causing her to gag and flash a look of annoyance at him.
Laughing at her indignation Shepard gave one final thrust forcing himself further into her mouth stretching her lips around the base of his cock before pulling away and walking up the stairs to his work space leaving her behind as she tried to catch her breath after gagging wiping saliva from her chin. Blocked by the model ships the camera couldn't see what Shepard was doing but there was the sound of a drawer closing as Shepard sighed before walking back to the asari.
As he approached the asari she spoke, her voice full of anger and reproach, "I do everything you want and this is how I'm thanked. I know my skills; they have been perfected over centuries of hedonism. Whoever she is, she certainly is nothing compared to me."
Shepard stiffened when he heard this though he continued walking towards the asari coming to a stop right in front of her. The view was obscured but whatever look was on his face caused her to take a step back before she came up against the bed which halted her retreat. Suddenly Shepard punched her in the stomach forcing the wind from her lungs and causing her to double over coughing. Grabbing her by the upper arm he spun her around and threw her onto the bed face first. Reaching out to brace herself the injured arm buckled causing her to give a sharp cry of pain as Shepard stepped up behind her. Grabbing her head fringe he pulled her head back as he positioned himself at her entrance before harshly thrusting all the way into her in one movement. Reaching around her to roughly grasp a breast Shepard leaned forward and whispered into her ear so quietly the camera could barely pick up the sound.
"Then. Make. Me. Forget. Her. Morinth." he growled, each syllable punctuated by a rough thrust.
"I will." Morinth promised. "I will." she kept repeating as she thrust back against Shepard matching his movements until Shepard had finished with her.
"Damn it, what should we do?" asked Jacob shaking off the shock of seeing the recording as he leaned over the railing looking down at the drive core.
"I don't know. Maybe we should show Miranda, she is second in command." suggested Kasumi.
"Hmm…No, I need to handle this like a man. He helped me out with the Gernssback and saved the whole damn galaxy once already. Despite his recent behavior he deserves to be treated with respect. I'll go talk to him, see if I can find out what the hell is going on."
"Oh, and Kasumi," Jacob continued, "that you made this video is a little disturbing in its own right. For the crew's protection I'm going to have to find a damn good excuse to cover up a lot of air vents."
"Hey, it's not my fault I get bored when you're wasting all your time in here stripping down weapons instead of me." Kasumi joked before she started to silently sneak up on him.
"Going to have to start with the crew deck heads of course, then personal quarters, can't forget the med bay. Oh, and the cockpit, you do not want to know what Joker does for fun. Lets see, anywhere else…" he teased before Kasumi hugged him from behind interrupting him and making him jump in surprise.
In-between the trail of kisses she was leaving up the side of his neck Kasumi gently whispered, "I like it when you joke, you're usually so intense. Actually, come to think of it I like the intensity too. Oh well, how about we make our own movie now?"
While he was distracted Kasumi quickly slipped the armory's table top clock into her gym bag, she'd use returning it as an excuse to meet him down here later.
A/N: Just had to throw a Morinth scene in here, not nearly enough of her around this site.