Normally, Shepard enjoyed making her rounds. Talking to the crew and helping them to deal with their problems was a good way to distract her from her own troubles, something that had been especially valuable these last few stressful months. This time, though, she was positively dreading the upcoming conversation.
Two days ago, on Pragia, she'd taken a particularly nasty shot to her torso from the leader of the mercenaries excavating the abandoned Cerberus facility there. While Grunt dealt with the task of battering his fellow krogan to death, it had fallen to Jack to apply first aid and when Shepard came back to coherency, she'd realized what the convict probably found while she did. Now, the commander had to ask a woman not exactly know for her discretion to show some, and it was a task she was definitely not looking forward to.
Nor was she encouraged by what she saw when she reached the bolt-hole beneath engineering where Jack spent most of her free time. The powerful biotic was lounging indolently against the side of her bunk, clad in her usual baggy pants, almost non-existing shirt, and fuck-you expression.
"So, Jack," Shepard started out, not totally sure how to ease into the subject, "About the other day, when I was injured…"
Jack smirked. "You've got a dick. I got to admit, I didn't see that one coming."
Shepard blushed at her words, embarrassed in spite of her efforts to prepare herself for this conversation. "Yes," she conceded, "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 would be great."
"Why?", Jack sneered. "Ashamed to admit that the head girl scout 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!", she snapped, before lowering her voice again. She'd waited to have this talk until late at night to reduce the chances of anyone else overhearing it, but why take the risk? "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 Cerberus was into some freaky shit, making kids fight to the death and all, but that's just… I mean, what the fuck?"
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 before. 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 get it off her chest. It was fitting in a way, she supposed. On Pragia, she'd seen just what Cerberus had done to Jack and maybe it wouldn't hurt to return the favor.
"They want to breed me," she explained softly, 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," she confessed, "Is that it's working. I feel like sooner or later, I'm going to snap and I'll end up fucking Kelly or Miranda or someone else and giving 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. "You… I couldn't ask that… I mean…"
"I don't see why it's such a big deal," Jack shrugged. "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." Plus, though she chose not to mention it just then, just the thought of ruining the plans of that fucking Cerberus cheerleader and her asshole boss was making her wet with anticipation.
"But Cerberus' plans…"
"Don't worry; I don't want to deal with a kid either. I'm on the pill. So what do you say? You wanna do this shit?"
It wasn't exactly the most romantic proposition Shepard had ever heard, but at the same time, she couldn't deny its appeal. If the commander didn't find a way to get some relief, it was going to start affecting the mission and Jack, well, she might not have been a runway model like Miranda, but that didn't mean Shepard didn't find her attractive. The smaller woman had a fierce sexuality that she wore without shame, and in spite of her angry demeanor, there was something in her eyes, those big, pretty brown eyes, that made the Spectre feel she could trust her with this.
"I can't believe I'm saying this," she replied, "But okay."
Jack grinned. Shoving off of the wall, she reached out, grasping for 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 layers in my way."
Shepard felt a twinge of nervousness at the prospect, and trying to cover her apprehension with humor, she brushed the convict's hand back. "Really subtle there, Jack," she chastised her. "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."
Finding that thought oddly comforting, Shepard laughed back, and before Jack could say anything else, the Spectre reached out to cup her chin. The biotic went along, letting Shepard's lips meet hers for a surprisingly tender kiss, and as the commander's tongue caressed her own, she moaned softly and unexpectedly. Shepard's hands ran over her back, massaging the tight muscles there, and Jack licked her lips. "Okay, Shepard, I'll admit you've got skills."
"Glad to hear it," Shepard grinned. "If we're going to do this, I want you to enjoy it too. I take pride in my work."
"Show me." Jack 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, the convict gasped. She wasn't used to her lovers giving a damn about her pleasure and she was enjoying the change.
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, responding more than she had thought it would. As the biotic squirmed in her arms, the Spectre felt her cock start to swell in 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 another fierce kiss. "Seems like your body isn't 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 still felt a little spike of anxiety as Jack unbuttoned her trousers and slid them down along with her boxers, 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 in the dim light of the hold, Jack just smiled. "Well, at least they didn't stiff you."
"What?", Shepard asked, too 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. "Haven't ever. It was too weird."
Ever? If that was true, Jack could hardly believe that Shepard had made it this long without fucking half the crew of the Normandy and two-thirds of the whores on Omega. "You really are a girl scout," she told her, "Now lie down. I better take the edge off or you'll last about six seconds when I fuck you."
"I can hold out," Shepard protested, but the truth was that she was already half-way to bursting just from the beginnings of a hand job and when Jack scoffed, the Spectre said nothing more, letting herself be led onto the cot where the biotic normally slept.
"Lie back," Jack told 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 as she waited for Jack to get started, her hands went to her own breasts, massaging them roughly.
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 fine 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 and a girl, 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 didn't mind being teased, but right now, it had just been too long 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 convict's plump lips parted and she 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 her 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 frustration she needed to release.
As Shepard's cock head kept leaking salty fluid into her mouth, Jack could tell the Spectre was close. As she watched her commander' hips move, a sudden impulse seized her, and with a sharp thrust, she pushed two fingers into the other woman's opening. The response was immediate. The feeling of her pussy being filled combined with the way Jack sucked 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, 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.
Unceremoniously wiping herself clean on the sheets, Jack looked up at the commander 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 conscious once again of her strange anatomy.
"Nah, don't worry about it. At least you didn't try to hold my head down like some assholes."
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. "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 out Jack on Pragia and she'd never even complained about it.
Shepard gave her a little half-smile, deciding not to press the point. "Whatever you say. How about I just do some touching and feeling instead?" Jack grinned 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 parts of the work were better 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.
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 scent. Amidst all the strangeness, this part 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 would 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.
Meanwhile, though, she had work to do. Jack had spread herself, giving Shepard a perfect view of her hard little clit and the commander eagerly took the bud between her lips while she kept fucking her with her finger.
"More," Jack growled, and Shepard moved to add a second finger. It was a tight fit, pushing into the petite biotics 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 fucked herself on Shepard's hand, and the Spectre took the cue, taking her hard and fast. Her tongue vibrated over the convict's clit as she fingered her and as Jack growled obscenities, her fists tangling in the sheets, Shepard knew she was close. 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 released. 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, panting but still hungry for more. "Fuck me."
Shepard withdrew her fingers and slid up the bed, doing her best to line her erection up with Jack's opening. The biotic didn't feel like waiting for her to get it right though, grabbing her commander's firm ass and guiding her in. As her swollen tip pressed 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 slid 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 she felt the first thrusts, it 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 was used to worrying about 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, she 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 seemed to respond, 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, she 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 she rubbed her, she made a series of short, sharp thrusts with her cock and on the third one, she felt Jack crash over once more, crying out 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 built-up lust that she felt as if her orgasm would never stop, shot after shot of her sticky release filling up the convict and even dripping out onto the sheets beneath them. Jack's arms wrapped around her, keeping them locked together through their pleasure, and when she finally did pull out, she was slippery and soft and more relaxed than she'd been since she woke up. Cerberus might have fucked them two of them over, but they'd found a pretty good way to fuck them 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. After all, she'd already had the foresight to switch Jack's birth control pills with worthless placebos. Now, she'd just have to figure out a way to keep the woman under control until she came to term.
Jack is always fun to write. I hope you like the little twist at the end, though I suspect that Miranda would find her plan easier said than done.