This chapter is a version of the Flesh is Weak story that started all of this, but somewhat reworked since now it's part of a longer story, so even if you read that, you will find some new bits here.
Shepard's anxiety about the conversation only increased when she arrived at the bolt-hole beneath the engineering deck where Jack spent most of her free time. The powerful biotic was waiting for her, lounging indolently against the side of her bunk, wearing her usual baggy pants, almost non-existing shirt, and fuck-you expression.
"Figured you'd be heading down here," the convict smirked.
"Listen, Jack," Shepard started out, not totally sure how to ease into the subject, "About what happened this afternoon…"
That shit-eating grin didn't leave Jack's face. "You've got a dick. Gotta admit, I didn't see that one coming."
Shepard blushed at the convict's words, embarrassed in spite of her best efforts to prepare herself to talk about this subject. "Yes," she conceded softly, "I do. But I'd really rather the whole ship didn't know about it, so if you could just keep what you found out to yourself, that'd be great."
"Why?", Jack sneered. "Are you ashamed to admit that the head of the girl scouts is really just a freak like the rest of us? So you were born with a cock? So fucking what?"
"Because I wasn't born with it!", Shepard snapped a bit too loudly before lowering her voice once again. "Cerberus stuck it on me when they brought me back to life."
"Seriously?" Jack laughed incredulously. "Damn, that's fucked up. I mean, I knew the Illusive Man was into freaky shit like making kids fight to the death, but that's just… I mean, what the fuck is that even about?"
In spite of her vulgarity though, Jack's tone wasn't cruel. There was real sympathy in her voice, something that Shepard had seldom heard there before, and it eased her sense of humiliation. The Spectre had been carrying this secret for months now, with no one knowing what was wrong with her except for the assholes responsible, and maybe it would be good for her to talk about it. It was fitting in a way, she supposed. On Pragia, she'd seen just what Cerberus had done to Jack and maybe that meant the convict was the one person who'd understand this now.
"They want to breed me," she explained in a low voice, the words hard for her to say. "They decided I'm an asset to humanity and they want me to go out and pass along my DNA so they can take the kids and use them for god knows what."
"Shit." Jack shook her head, the empathy Shepard had sensed before more definite now. "I guess you're like me then. Another chick those sick fuckers screwed over."
"And the worst of it," the commander confessed, "Is that it's working. I'm on edge all the time. I feel like sooner or later, I'm going to snap and end up fucking Kelly or Miranda or someone else and give them what they want."
"Screw that," Jack snarled. Cerberus did not get to win. Not as long as she had anything to say about it. "You need to get off, I could give you a hand."
Shepard started at the convict in disbelief, unable to do much more than stammer, "You… I couldn't ask that… I mean, I'm a freak…"
"And I'm not?" Jack shrugged. "Look, it's just sex, and I've had a lot of it, for a lot of dumber reasons than this. Anyway, you're pretty hot and I could stand to get laid, especially if it pisses off that stupid cheerleader and her asshole boss."
"But their plans…"
"Don't worry; I don't want to deal with a kid, especially one Cerberus is trying to steal. I'm on the pill. So what do you say? You wanna do this shit or not?"
It wasn't exactly the most romantic proposition Shepard had ever heard, and in spite of her need, the commander found herself torn. She certainly craved the release. Frustration and stress could get her killed, and something in the convict's eyes, those big, pretty brown eyes, made the commander feel as if she could trust Jack's help. It wasn't that she wasn't attracted to Jack either; the biotic's raw sexuality definitely had its appeal.
The problem was that she still loved Liara. The asari was the one she wanted to be with, more than anything. Liara, though, was gone and incredibly, Jack seemed to understand what had happened to the commander without being disgusted by it. In Shepard's current state, that meant a lot.
"I can't believe I'm saying this," she replied after a long breath, "But okay."
Jack grinned. Shoving off of the edge of her bunk, she reached out, grasping the clasp of Shepard's uniform pants in her deceptively strong hands. "Okay then," she told the Spectre, "Let's get a look at what you've got down there. Last time, there were still some clothes in my way."
Shepard felt a twinge of nervousness at the prospect, still skittish about being seen in her transformed state, and she brushed the convict's hand back. "Real subtle there, Jack," she chastised her, trying to cover her apprehension with humor. "I'm not looking for dinner and a movie here, but a little foreplay would be nice."
A chortle escaped the convict's lips. "Aw, isn't that sweet. Cerberus might have given you a dick, but you're still a big old girl at heart."
There was something oddly comforting about that thought and Shepard laughed back, the tension she'd been feeling starting to break. The Spectre reached out to cup Jack's chin and the biotic went along, letting Shepard's lips meet hers for a surprisingly tender kiss. As their tongues entwined, she moaned softly and unexpectedly.
Jack licked her lips as the Spectre's hands ran over her back, massaging the tight muscles there. "Okay, Shepard, I'll admit you've got skills."
"Glad to hear it." The commander smiled as she said the words. It was reassuring to be on familiar ground, to be reminded that in spite of her change, she still knew how to bring another woman pleasure. "If we're doing this," she promised Jack, "I'm going to make sure you enjoy it too."
"Show me." The convict unfastened her skimpy top and Shepard cupped the perky breasts beneath it in her hands. The tattooed orbs weren't particularly large, but they were extremely sensitive and as Shepard massaged the nipples with her thumbs, Jack gasped. She wasn't used to her lovers giving a damn about her pleasure and she was enjoying the change. Another benefit of fucking a girl scout she supposed.
The commander's tongue ran along the side of Jack's neck, tracing the line of her scars rather than shying away from them as so many others had before. They were a reminder of the connection, and the enemy, that they shared, and when Shepard kissed them, Jack's body arched. As the biotic squirmed in her arms, the Spectre felt her cock start to swell against her boxers and when teeth nipped at her neck, the swell became an almost-painful strain, a craving that demanded to be taken care of.
Feeling the stiff press of eager flesh against her stomach, Jack laughed before tilting her head up to give Shepard a fierce kiss. "Seems like your body isn't quite as patient as you are," she teased.
Her hands went back to Shepard's pants, and this time, the commander let her undo them. She felt a spike of anxiety as Jack slid them down along with her boxer shorts, but she fought it down, trusting that the biotic wouldn't freak out at what she found.
The commander wasn't disappointed. When her lengthy erection sprung forth, pulsing eagerly in the dim light of the hold, Jack just smiled. "Well, at least they didn't stiff you."
"What?", Shepard asked, too emotionally overwhelmed not to mention turned on to think entirely straight.
"If you're gonna get a cock," Jack explained, wrapping a calloused palm around the shaft, "It might as well be a big one." She started running her hand up and down the considerable length and a choked sound of pleasure forced its way out of the Spectre's throat at her touch. "Aw, what's wrong?", Jack asked. "Forgot to jerk off this morning?"
"Haven't…" Shepard stammered, feeling ashamed of her own hesitancy in the face of Jack's casual confidence. "Haven't ever. It was too weird."
Ever? If that was true, Jack could hardly believe that Shepard had made it this long without doing half the crew of the Normandy and two-thirds of the whores on Omega. "You really are a girl scout," she told her. "I better take the edge off or you'll last about six seconds when I fuck you."
"I'll be okay," Shepard insisted, but the truth was that she was already half-way to bursting just from the beginnings of a hand job and when Jack scoffed at her protest, the Spectre said nothing more, letting herself be led onto the cot where the biotic slept.
"Lie down," Jack instructed her, and Shepard complied, unbuttoning her shirt and unhooking her bra as the biotic slid down to the foot of the bed and crawled between the commander's legs. She was rock hard now, desperate for more stimulation, and while she waited for Jack to get started, her hands went to her own breasts. Massaging them roughly, she tried her best to forget the exact circumstances of what was going on and just lose herself in the physical sensations.
Jack started out with a exploratory flick of her tongue along the side of the shaft. The thing certainly felt real enough, and based on the gasp that came from Shepard when she licked it, it seemed to work normally as well. Already, Jack could see a drop of fluid forming on the head and so she stuck out her tongue once more, lapping it up. It was an interesting taste, somewhere in-between a guy's and a girl's, but what was even more interesting was the way Shepard's hips bucked at even the biotic's light touches.
"Please, Jack," the Spectre implored. She normally could enjoy a little teasing, but right now, she was just too frustrated for patience.
"I thought you wanted some foreplay, Shepard."
"I've had enough," she pleaded.
"Your call." In truth, Jack usually preferred to get right to the good parts herself, but there was something special about Shepard that made her want to take her wishes into account. The commander wasn't just a random hook-up, she was the closest thing Jack had to a friend and so, without further delay, the convict parted her plump lips and took the head of the cock into her mouth. It felt so full, swollen with Shepard's desperate arousal, and Jack suspected it wouldn't take long before she came. Sucking on the tip, she returned her hand to the base of the Spectre's shaft, pumping her with firm strokes.
The taut muscles of the commander's stomach tightened and through the haze of pleasure, Shepard found herself shocked by how fast she was coming undone. She couldn't help herself. She had no experience with this kind of sex and a mountain of tension she needed to release.
When Shepard's cockhead kept leaking salty fluid into her mouth, Jack could tell the Spectre was close but as she watched her commander' hips move, she noticed something else interesting. Beneath the base of the shaft, Shepard still had a pussy as well, and on impulse, the convict thrust two fingers inside it. The response was immediate. The feeling of being suddenly filled combined with the way Jack kept sucking hard on her shaft was more than Shepard could take, and with a gasp, she thrust upwards, burying herself as deeply as she could into her lover's hot mouth.
A veritable flood of Shepard's release poured down Jack's throat, and though she gulped down the first few shots, there was so much that the biotic couldn't keep up with it all. She pulled back, but she kept stroking, unwilling to relinquish her hold on the commander and the rush of power it gave her. What was left of Shepard's orgasm poured down over her hand, with a few strong shots making their way to the soldier's belly or Jack's face.
As her climax at last tapered off, Shepard sighed with relief. It felt as if the fog around her had cleared somewhat, the pressure that had been pounding at the back of her head for over a month lessened now. Jack, on the other hand, was a bit of a mess, but she didn't seem to mind, just unceremoniously wiping her hand and cheek off with the sheet before looking up at the red-head with a self-satisfied smirk on her face. "Christ, Shepard," she laughed, "I thought you were going to drown me there."
"Sorry." Shepard blushed, suddenly self-conscious once again about her strange anatomy.
"Nah, don't worry about it. At least you didn't try to hold my head down like some assholes would."
There was a vulnerability in Jack's voice, and Shepard cringed, thinking about some of the things the biotic must have had to do to survive over the years. "Never," she said reassuringly, pulling Jack up to lie on top of her, there not being enough room on the tiny bed for anything else. "Trust me."
"Hey, don't go pulling that touchy-feely crap on me," Jack insisted, but a part of her appreciated the reminder that she could rely on Shepard. The woman had nearly gotten herself killed helping Jack out on Pragia, after all, and she hadn't even complained about it.
Shepard gave her a little half-smile, deciding not to press the point. "Whatever you say," she agreed. "How about I just do some touching and feeling instead?" Jack licked her lips at that and with a deft motion, Shepard reversed their positions so that she was on top of the convict before starting to kiss her way down the tattoos that covered her chest.
Some of the pieces of Jack's body art were better work than others, but the overall effect was impressive she thought, a mosaic of colors and designs that the commander explored with her mouth, sucking on nipples, nipping at breasts, and caressing the skin she found. Beneath her, she felt Jack's hips buck, eager for some kind of contact on her sex, and she unfastened the ties of the other woman's cargo pants so that she could help her out with that.
Beneath them, there was nothing except smooth flesh. The convict hadn't bothered to wear underwear, and her hair had all been removed, probably in some permanent way judging by the fact that her tattoos extended down just above her sex. Shepard moved her mouth to Jack's thighs, taking a moment to inhale her musky smell. Amidst all the strangeness, this, the scent of another woman, was familiar to her, and when the biotic groaned impatiently, Shepard ran her tongue deftly over her slick folds.
She was wet, wetter than Shepard might have expected and as she started probing inside her with a single finger, the tightness of her new lover's pussy caused a tug of fresh arousal in the commander's cock. She was far from satisfied she realized and the thought of being buried inside that heat was making her body hum with anticipation.
It was a desire that didn't bother her as much as it would have only minutes earlier, but first, she had work to do. She had never been a selfish lover, and when Jack had spread herself, giving Shepard a perfect view of her hard little clit, the commander eagerly took the bud between her lips while she kept fucking her new lover with her finger.
"More," Jack growled, and Shepard moved to add a second finger. It was a tight fit, sliding it into the petite biotic's sex, but when the commander got inside, she was rewarded by the feeling of Jack's body releasing more wetness to coat her digit. The convict's hips thrashed wildly as she pressed herself against Shepard's hand, and the Spectre took the cue, fucking her hard and fast. Her tongue vibrated over the convict's clit as she fingered her and when Jack started growling obscenities, her fists tangling in the sheets, Shepard knew she was on the edge. She gripped her lover's ass with her free hand, pushing her harder against her mouth, and with a final stroke of her tongue on the woman's pulsing clit, Jack came for her, her body nearly arching off the bed as she screamed with release.
Between her legs, Shepard's cock throbbed almost painfully at the sight and even as Jack was winding down from her climax, the Spectre looked up at her, an unspoken question in her green eyes.
"The fuck are you waiting for?" Jack demanded, still panting from her powerful orgasm but hungry for more. "Fuck me."
Shepard withdrew her fingers and slid up the bed, trying to line her erection up with Jack's opening. The biotic didn't feel like waiting for her to get it right, grabbing her commander's firm ass and guiding her in. As her swollen tip pushed against Jack's opening though, Shepard hesitated. It was a tight fit, far tighter than it had been for her fingers, and she didn't want to hurt her partner.
Jack, however, seemed unconcerned. While Shepard tried to go slowly, Jack pressed her hips downward and first the head and then the first few inches of the commander's cock pressed into her lover's wet pussy. As Shepard's member filled her, Jack let out a sharp sigh. It was a tight fit to be sure, the stretching mildly painful, but she liked it that way. Pain reminded her that she was alive and as the commander kept going deeper, Jack's discomfort was more than balanced out by the pleasure, the head of the Spectre's cock hitting places inside her that the her fingers hadn't been able to reach.
As she finally sheathed herself all the way inside Jack, Shepard had to pause, taking a deep breath lest she blow again before she even really got started. Stopping herself from coming too quickly wasn't something she'd had to worry about when using a strap-on and her resolve wasn't helped by an impatient Jack wrapping her legs around her ass and starting to hump her aching dick.
Realizing her lover wasn't going to wait, Shepard started thrusting while still trying her best to hold back. It wasn't easy. The convict was wonderfully tight around her, and she fucked like she did most things: with a ferocious determination. To distract herself, the commander pressed kisses along Jack's neck, trying to focus on something other that the intense pleasure she was feeling. The harder she kissed, the more the biotic liked it, and when she bit down on the soft skin of Jack's throat, the reaction was instantaneous, nails digging into the strong muscles of the Spectre's back as her lover cried out.
Encouraged, Shepard repeated the action, and Jack's legs pressed tighter on the Spectre's firm ass, pulling her deeper inside. Shepard went along with her wishes, fucking Jack harder, but despite her best efforts, she realized she couldn't hold out much longer against the stimulation she was receiving. As her strokes became more rapid and her face contorted with pleasure, Jack realized it too. The biotic nipped her lover's ear and hissed, "Not yet, damn it, Shepard. I'm so fucking close."
Snaking a hand down between their sweating bodies, Shepard pressed her thumb against Jack's clit, trying to give the convict that little bit of extra stimulation she needed, while with her other one, she gripped the back of her head and pressed their lips together for a passionate kiss. As the commander rubbed her lover, she made a series of short, sharp thrusts with her cock and on the third one, she felt Jack crash over once more, screaming into Shepard's mouth even as, impossibly, her pussy clenched even tighter around the Spectre.
It was too much for Shepard and even as Jack spasmed around her, the commander came hard, moving aside her hand so that she could bury herself as deeply as possible in that amazing, clinging heat. Even after her first climax she had so much stored-up lust that she felt as if her orgasm would never end, shot after shot of her sticky release filling up the convict and even dripping out onto the sheets beneath them.
It was several minutes before the commander could bear to move and when she finally did pull out, she was slippery and soft and more relaxed than she'd been since she woke up. Jack gave her cock a final, playful tug and the commander let out a happy sigh. Cerberus might have fucked them two of them over, but they'd found a pretty good way to fuck them right back.
As Shepard climbed off of the small cot and began to hunt around for her clothes, Miranda Lawson allowed herself a small smile. It wasn't that this was the best possible outcome from her perspective. She would have much preferred that Shepard had succumbed to her charms, or even better, those of Miss Chambers. Still, it would do, she reflected as she closed the window displaying the surveillance footage from the sub-level beneath engineering. After all, she'd already had the foresight to switch Jack's birth control pills with worthless substitutes. Now, she'd just have to make sure the woman was properly impregnated and then keep her under control until she came to term.
And now the ball's really rolling. From here on out, it will all be new material. Are Shepard and Jack dating now? What will Liara make of all this when she finds out? What is Miranda planning? Stay tuned for all that, plus plenty more smut.