Mass Effect. The journalist's request
Actors: John Shepherd, Emily Wong.
Venue: Citadel, Hotel Solarias.
- Rumor has it you haven't been sitting idle. Congratulations on beating Fist.
The girl's voice brought Captain Shepard out of his musings, and he jerked his head, pushing away the gloomy thoughts, then turned to the journalist standing by the information column. Emily Wong was a rising star in the local media, a fairly well-known personality in close circles, but the Alliance officer wasn't interested in her right now. The Normandy had docked at the Citadel docks only half an hour ago, and the captain had already been pissed off alternately by two different people. First by Admiral Mikhailovich, who seemed to take genuine pleasure in bickering with those below him in rank - and then by the reporter from the Westerland News. Shepard didn't remember her full name... Larissa? Carissa? There was something Arabic about it, but the Alliance soldier couldn't remember the whole name. In any case, she was no kinder than the unfortunate admiral - she was even better at prying into the smallest nuances of an officer's work, and Shepard had to suppress the urge to punch her in the smirking face. He did. Albeit with difficulty.
The captain's mood had soured, however, and he entered the residential level of the Citadel, leading to the markets, in a rather gloomy frame of mind. He was noticed, however, so he had to pull a dispassionate expression back on his face and turn to the reporter who had called out to him. Emily Wong was a pretty young Asian woman with a chiseled figure, professionally emphasized by a simple blue dress with a shallow neckline. Like their previous encounter, the girl exuded energy. When she noticed that Shepard was paying attention to her, she perked up noticeably:
- I was sure that Fist was a big part of what was going on here. Did you find anything in his office that could help me?
In truth, after the shootout in the strip club owned by Fist, Captain Shepard had actually copied the data from his digital storage device. But after that everything started to turn with some incredible speed - the rescue of the Quarian Tali Zora, who later joined the squad, and becoming a Spectrum, and buying new uniforms and receiving orders from the Council... In short, Shepard had completely forgotten that his uni-tool was storing data from the criminal mastermind's computer. But Emily hadn't forgotten, which made Shepard mentally praise her for her good memory and, again mentally, send her away for being intrusive. Still, he nodded, turning on his instrumentron.
- I'll give you copies of the data carriers that may have the information you need," the captain said, starting the file transfer protocol.
Emily almost shrieked with delight. She'd obviously thought Shepard had long ago reneged on his promise to help her, but the captain wasn't the kind of man who made promises for nothing.
- You have Fist's data? I wasn't even hoping for that! - The girl quickly looked at the information she had received on her data carrier, her eyes lighting up with joy. Then, however, the girl put back on her serious mask, more suitable for a journalist of her class, and started typing something quickly on her tablet.
- Here you are, Captain," she said. - For your labors.
Emily blushed a little embarrassed, not knowing whether the credits given to the captain would be enough to pay for what he had done. The girl was undoubtedly aware of the leap in her career she could make with this data in hand, just as she was aware that she owed it, above all, to the man in the dark green armor marked "N7" standing in front of her. She was quite sweet in her shyness, which made Shepard, not being a man quick to fall for feminine charm, involuntarily admire the reddish blush on her cheeks and the long lowered eyelashes from under which Emily looked at the captain with a look of gratitude. At once an idea came into the captain's head, and before he had time to think it over, the spectrum spoke:
- And how would you assess our future cooperation? What if I agreed to give you an interview?
- Exclusive?! - the girl definitely couldn't believe her ears. - Tell me about what happened in the first place?!
Her eyes lit up with such happiness that Shepard felt a little awkward. Emily grabbed the captain's hand, squeezed it tightly, and said:
- It won't cost much, but I'll gladly pay the required amount. Where can we meet?
Shepard hesitated, but Emily, stirred by the Captain's suggestion, offered the seat herself:
- I'm getting a room at the Hotel Solarias on Shalmar Plaza. You know where that is?
- I will," the captain nodded, giving the girl a well-deserved, slightly shy smile. Emily jumped up and down, like a little girl who had finally received a long-awaited gift.
- Meet me at the restaurant on the first floor at eight o'clock tonight. I'll be waiting for you. Unless, of course, you're busy, uh.
- I'm free tonight," Shepard said honestly. The girl nodded and, smiling amusedly, held out her slender hand for another shake.
- See you later, Captain Shepard.
- See you later, Ms. Wong," the commodore said.
Shepard showered, combed his hair, and even fixed his beard. He had also changed his military spacesuit into a civilian suit, so he wouldn't look silly in the restaurant. In fact, John realized that the whole thing looked a little strange. He was going on a date? Some silly, childish word. Yet that's what it seemed to be. Maybe it was too late for him to admit it, but he really wanted to spend the evening with Emily. It wasn't even so much about the girl, but more about the desire to relax after the shootouts on the lower levels of the Citadel and the mission on Noveria. Shepard wouldn't have sacrificed an hour of his life while Saren was free, but the Normandy needed refueling and some repairs that would last until morning, so the crew had the evening off. Ashley had reserved it for a session with one of her sisters, Cayden had gone to the SBC Academy for some biotic business, Rex had disappeared, promising to be back in the morning, and Garrus and Tali were repairing Mako, who'd had a rough time of it after his encounter with the Geth on Noveria. Shepard felt a little uncomfortable standing in front of the mirror in his expensive, perfectly fitting suit while Saren was out in the galaxy on his dreadnought, but there was nothing the captain could do at the moment.
Shepard arrived at the hotel at five to eight. The small, beautiful building stood in the center of the Plaza, slightly forward so that the occupants of the upper rooms could enjoy the view of the Presidio Lake. The pretty Azari at the reception desk greeted the captain with a polished, white-toothed smile, but when he told her he was here to see Ms. Wong, she just slammed her eyes shut.
- Ms. Wong left you a message, Mr. Shepherd. Please.
The note was the real thing, written in neat handwriting on pink, pleasant-smelling paper:
"Captain, I didn't get a reservation in time. I hope you won't mind conducting the interview in my room. I guarantee the wine. I look forward to seeing you in room 69."
Shepard's lips spread into a roguish smile of their own. It was too good to be true. John knew what he wanted out of this meeting, of course, and the fact that he'd have to skip the foreplay at the restaurant didn't upset him at all. Shepard took the high-speed elevator to the sixth floor, where the rooms beginning with the number six were located. He stepped out of the automatic doors, crossed the corridor, and knocked on the mahogany door with the gilded numbers "69".
- Wait a second! - came from behind the door. The lock beeped, and then the door opened.
Emily Wong looked stunning. She was wearing one of those dresses that had become so popular with Citadel fashionistas because of the not-so-vulgar cutouts on various parts of her body. Emily had two necklines: one exposed her slender belly with a cute little navel, and the other was just below her breasts, exposing the lower part of her small, seductive hemispheres. The color of the dress - sapphire-blue - wonderfully emphasized the coal-black hair and discreet, neat evening makeup of the beauty, and pale red lipstick emphasized the sexy plumpness of half-open lips.
- Captain! - the girl smiled. - You are tactful, and I, being a girl, not so much. Come in.
Shepard stepped inside. The room was simply but tastefully furnished, in some kind of Asian style. A huge double bed took up most of the room.
- I need another minute, Captain. I hope you understand," Emily's cheerful voice came from the bathroom.
- I think you look fine as you are," Shepard said. Shepard responded with a shy laugh. John walked forward and found the place he'd been assigned. A small table set between two burgundy armchairs that matched the color of the linens. On the table was a bottle of wine and two glass goblets on thin legs. Shepard uncorked the bottle and poured the wine into the glasses while the girl made up in the bathtub.
- Captain," came Emily's pleasant, quiet voice. The girl stood in the bathroom doorway, slightly transformed. Her black hair, which had previously fallen to her shoulders in a neat bob, was now intricately braided into numerous pigtails that emphasized the perfect shape of her face.
- I haven't dressed like this in a long time," she admitted, as if apologizing. - I wondered if I'd lost my touch...
- You look amazing," Shepard said immediately. He got up from his chair, took both glasses and handed one of them to the journalist.
- Well, uh. To a successful interview? - he smiled, lightly touching the girl's glass with his own. Emily smiled modestly, lowering her eyes, and nodded. Then she sipped from the glass, leaving a faint red lipstick imprint on it.
- You look great, too, Shepherd. I didn't realize that, uh.
- That soldiers know how to dress well? - John snorted.
- No... - The girl bit her lower lip, making her look even more innocent and therefore even sexier. The evening was becoming more romantic by the moment, making both Shepard and the girl forget what they were here for.
- I've just never seen you in plain clothes," the journalist said. - It suits you very well. It emphasizes. Your figure.
The girl lowered her eyes again, embarrassed for what seemed like the hundredth time. It was not normal for a journalist, so Shepard decided to spare the girl from emotional torment and take the situation into his own hands.
- Who has a really great figure in this room is you, Emily.
Being addressed by name clearly brought the girl to her senses and the look she gave the captain was definitely worth it.
- That's very kind of you, John Shepherd.
They were still standing side by side, their skin feeling the magnetism of each other. She took another sip of wine, then lowered her eyes to Shepard's glass.
- You don't drink? - she asked.
- I was simply mesmerized by your beauty," the captain took a sip of wine. The taste was magnificent, as was everything that was happening.
- You like it? - The girl's smile didn't fade for a moment. Her voice was a little quieter, and she was standing only a few inches away from John. She lifted her hand, which was covered with long satin gloves that matched the color of her dress, and ran a finger along the captain's chest.
- You know, John. I think our interview has gone way beyond the bounds of propriety...
- All of them? - John's eyebrows crept upward in a playful way. - I was hoping we were just getting started.
- Mm-hmm, even like that? - The girl moved forward, and at the same instant Shepard caught the moment and kissed her. Emily and John's lips came together in a passionate kiss filled with desire and fire. Both glasses fell to the carpet and the wine spilled, but no one cared. The two men sank into each other's arms...
The kiss didn't last long, and both Emily and John realized that it was only the beginning, a tiny prelude to the real pleasure. The realization gave them freedom, allowed them to drop their masks and show their true selves. Shepard ran his hand through the beauty's hair and kissed Emily's exposed neck and shoulders. She melted in the captain's powerful arms, completely surrendering to the wave of pleasure that washed over her. Her hands roamed uncontrollably over John's body, gradually sinking lower and lower. When the girl's hand touched what had been resting on her lower abdomen for about ten seconds, only a dazed whisper came out of the journalist's mouth:
- Oh my god...
Shepard's cock was huge, its colossal size the girl could feel even through the tight fabric of his pants. Awkwardly at first, and then more and more confidently, moaning under the captain's kisses, the girl massaged his huge organ, feeling it grow larger and larger. She had thought that such a size could be found in krogan, but in humans! Unthinkable! And yet it was true - here it was, in her hands, powerful, beautiful, so sexy, so desirable...
- Damn pants! - She hissed like an enraged tigress, then jerked Shepard's belt free and pulled his underpants and underwear down to her knees. The man's cock towered over Emily: a huge organ, covered with swollen veins and crowned with a pinkish head, was at least five centimeters in diameter and twenty-eight inches long. Emily had never held or even seen anything like it before. If only on pornographic recordings involving the same krogan she'd already mentioned...
- Shepherd. It's huge! - Without even trying to hide her delight, the girl said, wrapping both hands around the captain's treasure. One movement, and a drop of lubricant appeared on the tip of his cock.
- You know what to do," the captain said with a grin, while freeing himself from the captivity of his jacket and shirt. - Try it, it tastes better than wine.
- I don't doubt it... - The beauty said languidly. She reached forward, licked a drop of whitish liquid with the tip of her tongue, and smiled to herself. Then she wrapped her mouth around the captain's organ and began licking the head, helping herself with both hands. Shepard could only enjoy the pleasure - the journalist knew how to give a blowjob. Her tongue made indescribable movements, caressing every millimeter of the head and giving the man an unprecedented feeling of bliss. She continued to caress Shepard's cock, enjoying it as much as she did the captain. She moistened the head with saliva and then wrapped her lips around the cock as tightly as she could and began to push her small, dark-haired head onto it. The cock pressed into her throat, though she did not swallow it even halfway. At that moment, the captain's hand was on the back of her head, and Shepard's huge procreative organ began to penetrate deeper, causing Emily to choke and try to pull away. She didn't succeed-the captain held her tightly-and even two more attempts to pull away were unsuccessful. The cock penetrated deeper and deeper, it was painful, tears flowed down her eyes, smearing expensive mascara, and the cock kept tearing her throat. It seemed that she swallowed a little more than half of it, when the pressure on her head eased and the girl coughed and made a guttural sound and pulled her throat off the captain's organ.
- Aah! Shepard... - She said angrily, but she didn't have time to finish. The captain gripped her head again, this time with both hands, and drove his cock into her mouth, plunging it almost to the same length. The pain returned for a brief moment, but then Shepard thrust back, allowing the girl to sigh. A moment later, the man drove his cock into the girl's throat again, causing her to choke and make a choking sound. It went on like that for a minute - Shepard simply fucked the journalist's throat, moaning softly. It ended as abruptly as it had begun-the man pulled away, then jerked Emily, who was teetering on the edge of consciousness, to her feet, turned her back to him, and bent her over.
- Shepard! - This time the angry cry reached the captain's ears, but he decided to ignore it. Instead, he pulled up the girl's dress, revealing black lacy lingerie underneath, pulled down Emily's panties in one motion, and, before the girl could object, plunged his tongue into the journalist's slit.
- Shep... О-о-о-о! — девушка подалась назад, насаживаясь на язык капитана, орудующей в ее киске. Shepard licked the girl's hole, soaked with the sweet juice of lust, getting deeper and deeper with his tongue each time. A couple of times he went higher and licked the ring of the girl's virgin anus, causing her to go from moans to screams of bliss. Shepard stretched the girl's buttocks and became completely engrossed in her asshole, which made Emily moan so loudly that they could be heard in the neighboring rooms, despite the quality soundproofing.
- Yeah, lick my ass... Oh, I love it," the beauty moaned, trying to grasp at anything to hold back the pleasure that came over her. The captain's fingers began erotic play with both of the girl's holes, dipping alternately into the small ring of her anus and into her oozing wet pussy.
- Jesus, Captain. Holy shit. Aah!
Emily cum violently, falling to her knees and shuddering all over her body. She clamped her mouth shut to keep from screaming, apparently in a frenzy, as she continued to jerk convulsively.
- Uh... That's- Unbelievable.
- We're just getting started," the captain answered her, lifting the journalist to her feet again. This time, however, he let her grab the edge of the bed with her hands, and after a couple of seconds, when Shepard's fingers entered the girl's anus without ceremony, the captain let his girlfriend lie with her breasts on the satin burgundy bedspread.
- Your ass must be hungry for a real cock, huh? - The man straightened up, then put the head of his organ against Emily's anus. She thrust her ass out, surrendering herself to Shepard's power, and moaned:
- Fuck me, come on! Fuck her!
There was no need to ask the captain twice. The head entered with difficulty, making Emily arch her back in a painful position, but with his fingers the captain caressed the girl's aroused clitoris, easing the discomfort a little. Meanwhile, the cock plunged halfway into the girl's ass. Shepard pulled back a little, letting the journalist's anus get used to the size of the cock entering it, and then continued to drill the brown hole of the beauty. She could only scream now, pressing her face into the pillow she had stolen from the bed. The captain's invasion of the virgin ass was an incredible pleasure, and to see the small hole stretching to obscene size, taking in almost the entire length and width of his cock, was comparable only to a trip to the highest heavens of paradise. Shepard continued to rape the journalist's ass for about five minutes, when finally he heard a distinct moan of pleasure escape the girl's lips.
- Oh... Shepherd, yeah. Fuck me. Harder, come on.
Surprised by his partner's sexual frenzy, Shepard increased his pace, driving his cock into the beauty's anus at an ever-increasing rate.
- Yes!" She tossed the pillow aside and slid down the satin linen, feeling Shepard's huge cock invading her ass. The captain straddled Emily's hips and drove his cock in with such power that the journalist's legs bounced off the carpet and into the air. With his fingers, the man felt the girl's womb ooze juices. Pleasure was surging through the man, but Shepard wasn't going to cum before the girl did. He quickened his pace, bringing his pleasure to its peak, and at the moment when he was ready to cum and Emily's screams turned into a continuous shriek of pleasure, the captain pulled his cock out of her ass and drove it almost full length into his partner's hot pussy. She jerked sharply, slammed her gloved hands on the bed, and cummed violently, jumping off the captain's cock and arching her back. Shepard took a step back, watching the journalist's body wriggle in voluptuous tenderness. He ran his left hand along the shaft of his penis, feeling the pleasure coming, and when Emily turned her head toward the man, looking up at him with the expression of a fucked whore, he just silently pointed to the floor.
She shook her head and pointed to the empty wine glass lying next to Emily, but the girl knelt down on the carpet covered with wine and her secretions, kneeling and opening her mouth. She shifted her gaze from the captain to the glass object.
- Pick it up," Shepard demanded. The girl obeyed silently, still not understanding what the captain was up to. But he suddenly snatched the glass out of the girl's hands, put it under his cock, and, having brought himself to orgasm with a few quick movements, began to cum. The girl laughed tiredly, but her smile was quickly replaced by pleasant surprise when she saw the amount of cum filling the glass. It was a little less than half full, but it was still a lot. And when the captain handed the glass back to the girl, she was still sitting there with her mouth hanging open in surprise.
Shepard, still without a word, picked up the second glass, filled it with wine, this time too, and, walking over to the girl, clinked his own glass against hers.
- To a successful interview, Ms. Wong," Shepard said. The girl smiled understandingly only now, gave the glass a quick glance, licked her lips, and emptied it into herself with another glance at the captain. It took three big gulps, but not only did she not spit out her bounty once, but she didn't even grimace. Emily tossed the empty glass aside and opened her mouth to show the captain that she had swallowed every last drop.
- How's that? - She said, setting her glass aside. Emily looked... Her hair was tangled, her face was smeared with makeup, her beautiful expensive dress was wrinkled. And yet she was smiling a dazzling white-toothed smile.
- You're definitely my favorite journalist," Shepard replied with a grin and a swig of wine.
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