Mass Effect Chapter V The Gratitude

by Blackjackoff

Characters: John Shepard, Shiala, Lizbeth Baynham.

Mass Effect. The Gratitude

Characters: John Shepard, Shiala, Lizbeth Baynham.

Location: Feros, Exo-Geni colony.

Though the Thorianin were dead and the Exo-Geni Tower was free of the Geth, none of the colonists felt joy. Each of them had lost a friend, comrade, or even family member in the attack. Only a small group of people survived, holed up near a ship called the Borealis on the roof of one of the many Protean skyscrapers. At first, the reason for choosing such an unusual landing site for a transport ship was the damage it had sustained, but in reality, the colonists used the ship to block the entrance to the skyscraper's interior - where the Thorianin, which controlled the minds of the colony's poor inhabitants, was hiding. Now that the horrible plant was gone, Shepard didn't want to think about it. On the contrary, he wanted to distance himself from what had happened on Feros, for the Spectre had to walk a fine line between loyalty to the humans and the purpose ofa his mission.

It would have been much easier to kill the Protean-controlled colonists, but Shepard decided otherwise. Thanks to one of the surviving Exo-Geni scientists, Juliana Baynham, the captain was able to load the battle group's grenades with a unique anti-Torian gas that neutralized the colonists without causing physical harm. Of course, this made the task much more difficult. It is not easy not to shoot someone who is trying to kill you, even if that "someone" is not in control of his mind and is unaware of his actions. Another Spectre in Shepard's place would not have cared about the lives of the colonists, but would have completed the task at any cost.

But not John. Despite his no-nonsense approach, Shepard was compassionate by nature. And when there was the slightest chance to save the colonists and prevent their deaths, Shepard took that chance. Thanks to the gas that paralyzed the colonists, no one died among them, and the captain felt much better, having once again proven to himself that he still valued humanity above all else.

Shepard felt terrible looking at the sad and tired faces of the colonists who had been through so much. The Normandy's mission on Feros was over, but John decided to stay on the colony for a few more hours. A ship was on its way to Hope Zhu from the nearest inhabited system with the necessary supplies and, most importantly, guards, and until it docked, Shepard decided not to leave the colony. He felt a certain responsibility to all the colony's inhabitants for what they had endured. If the Normandy had arrived earlier, who knows how many lives might have been saved.

- Captain, - a pleasant, almost velvety female voice came from nearby.

The man turned to see an azari standing a meter away with light blue skin and tattoos of the same color on her face. Shiala, who had been rescued from Torian captivity by the captain. Her slender body was clad in the tight, dark battlesuit of the Azari troopers. She looked exhausted and devastated. And she should be, for she had been through so much. But she tried to keep her head up and her back straight, because she didn't want to look weak in front of the colonists, who, she was sure, had suffered more than she had.

- Shiala, - John said in a friendly voice. He was sitting on an empty supply crate, dismantling a machine gun. The automatic cooling system had malfunctioned in the last battle, so the captain had used his break to check it.

The girl's appearance did not surprise him. She must feel like a hermit in Hope Zhu. Although the girl had not personally participated in the attack on the colony, she had served the matriarch of Benezia, which meant that she had originally come to Feros with rather nefarious intentions. Fortunately, she came to her senses in time, especially when the Matriarch betrayed her by allowing the Torianin to enslave Shiala's mind. Afterwards, Shiala reconsidered and decided to stay on the colony to help its inhabitants rebuild what the Geth had destroyed.

It was a noble cause, and though the colonists were initially suspicious of the Azari, she would prove to be an extremely useful member of their society. Shiala despised herself for falling so easily under Saren's spell, and so the Spectre had no doubt that guilt would be her guiding light on the road to normalcy. Even though she was the only member of the Azari race in the human colony.

- Can I sit down? - Shiala asked. Without waiting for an answer, she sat down on a nearby crate, pulled her knees up to her chest and rested her chin on them. Her gaze was a little vacant, so Shepard decided to ask how she was feeling.

- Is everything all right? - The captain put down his weapon and looked at the Azari carefully. Up close, she looked even more haggard, as if she hadn't slept in at least a few weeks.

- I took some sleeping pills, but they don't have much effect on the Azari, - Shiala said, staring uncertainly into the distance. - I tried to sleep, but...

The girl covered her eyes.

- I can't. As soon as I closed my eyelids, the vivid images Torianin had sent me returned to my mind. The intertwining roots, the enveloping of the mind, dwarfing all other senses. It's as if I'm falling into oblivion... And immediately I shudder in horror. I'm afraid of the emptiness I felt when I was at the mercy of the plant. More than anything, I just want to rest. And then... Oh, Goddess, forgive me. You don't need to listen to my complaints. It's enough that you saved me and gave me a chance to redeem myself.

- I understand how you feel, - Shepard said. He wasn't being sarcastic or lying. After the Acusa massacre, when he'd lost his entire squad, Shepard hadn't been able to sleep for days. Every night he would shake in a cold sweat, waking from nightmares in which he saw the horrible deaths of his comrades over and over again. A sound sleep came with time. Time, the Spectre now knew, had a great ability to heal all wounds.

- I'm not a master of fine words, Shiala, - said the captain. - It won't help. You just have to stop thinking about what you've been through. As soon as possible. It's hard, but if you don't, the past will haunt you for the rest of your life. Try to separate yourself from what you did before. Start a new life, get into it. Besides, now you have a purpose and a noble goal! You are helping to improve not only your own life, but also the lives of others. Dedicate yourself to this work completely, without a trace, and then the past, no matter how terrible it was, will leave you alone.

Shiala hesitated for a moment, but then the corners of her graceful lips twitched slightly.

- And you say that beautiful speech is not your forte," the Azari smiled.

- There are bright moments, - Shepard said in turn, allowing himself a small smile.

They were silent, enjoying the silence of the colony. The sun was slowly sinking below the horizon, turning the metal structures of the ship and the ruins of the skyscrapers a fantastic orange. Shiala's skin looked so beautiful in the light of the setting sun. Shepard admired it without noticing. It wasn't until the girl coughed merrily, clearly amused that the Spectre couldn't take his eyes off her, that Shepard looked up at the Azari.

- Sorry, - he said. It was nice to just sit here, enjoy the sunset and not think about the fact that the future of the galaxy depended on you. A brief moment of pleasure and tranquility, a sweet moment of rest that was so hard to come by in the mad whirl of Spectre's responsibilities. The evening breeze blew pleasantly over the captain's face and body, covered only by a light uniform shirt, and when Shiala suddenly laid her head on his shoulder, Shepard didn't move, just gave the girl an understanding look. No one knows how many minutes they sat like this, but when the sun finally sank behind the horizon and the colony was in the shadows of night, the captain looked at Shiala again. And was pleasantly surprised: the girl was asleep.

"Good," the captain thought. - "She deserves it."

It was getting chilly, so John carefully, trying not to wake the beauty, whose long eyelashes twitched faintly in her sleep, climbed down from the crate and took the girl in his arms. The girl, in a deep slumber, wrapped her graceful arms around the captain's neck and rested her head on his mighty chest. Azari was light, almost weightless, and it was not difficult to carry her to the living quarters of the ship. The journey itself took a little less than two minutes.

It was also easy to find spare quarters. The ship had been designed to carry heavy cargo, and now that it had been turned into a temporary home, there were three times as many beds as there were living colonists. The survivors tried to move closer together, afraid to be alone after what had happened. Shiala needed some peace and quiet, so Shepard put her in the far cabin, where she could not hear other people's conversations. But when Shepard turned to leave, Shiala suddenly woke up. John immediately decided that the Azari wasn't sleeping at all, just pretending, but he didn't say anything out loud.

- Captain... - The girl's voice was weak, the exhaustion still weighing on her.

- Stay here, please. At least until I fall asleep. It's very peaceful with you.

Who would say no if it were him? Shepard closed the cabin door and looked around for a place to sit. A small desk was his choice. Leaning against the edge of the metal surface, Shepard nodded understandingly to the girl. She smiled weakly in thanks and closed her eyes.

Azari lay on her side, so Shepard could see every curve of her slender body. There was a reason why the natives of the planet Thessia were considered the most beautiful creatures in the galaxy. Almost all of the Azari were slender, divinely built, and extremely attractive. Even Benesia, Liara's mother, a matriarch who had lived an incredible number of years, was sexy. "Was," however, was the key word in that sentence.

But Shiala had a special kind of sharp beauty that made her cling to his gaze. The cartilage-like tentacles on her head, common to all Azari, merged into a humanoid face with delicate features, a straight, graceful nose, charmingly plump lips, and smooth skin that gave the Azari an almost fantastical appearance. The girl's body was hidden by the jumpsuit, but all Azari troopers were not shy about showing off their assets, and through the tight fabric of the battle suit, which repeated all the most seductive curves of the female body, Shepard could see the girl's figure in almost every detail. Her high, firm breasts, her feminine hips... It all made Shepard feel the desire he'd never been able to extinguish in the Normandy's hold with Ashley.

"Damn it, Williams..." - A quick thought flashed through the Commander's mind.

The memory of what had happened on the Normandy stirred the Captain, and where before he had looked at Shiala, enjoying her body without any inappropriate thoughts, now he felt the blood rush to his groin whenever his eyes slid over the sexy curves of the sleeping Azari's body.

Without realizing it, Shepard took a step forward and carefully crouched down on the bed next to the girl. His hand gently touched the girl's ankle and crawled upward. The captain imagined he was caressing the Azari's naked legs. He wished he could kiss her smooth blue skin, run his tongue along her shins, and take every toe of her beautiful feet into his mouth. Those thoughts - and more importantly, the impossibility of realizing them - nearly drove Shepard crazy.

His excited cock was already bursting out of his pants, which were definitely tight. And then John made up his mind. He unfastened the buckle and the belt and freed his organ from the confinement of the bottom part of the suit. Then he wrapped his free hand around his dick and, while continuing to stroke the legs of the azari lying beside him, began to slowly jerk it off. Each movement of his hand along the shaft of his penis was accompanied by a movement of his hand along Shiala's legs. At first, the captain stroked her very lightly, but with each passing second, he allowed himself to act more and more impudently. He reached the girl's buttocks and stroked them gently at first, as if afraid, but then he began to knead the Azari's overalls-clad buttocks quite openly. He didn't even think about what would happen if she woke up now; the captain was overcome with an unusual, forbidden pleasure.

Shiala whispered something in her sleep, but John didn't pull his hand away. The girl turned over - now lying on her stomach, as if she wanted the Spectre to enjoy her round and exciting ass. The captain mentally imagined how great it would be to fuck this Azarian bitch in her tight hole, and almost spurted cum - at the last moment he slowed down to prolong the pleasure... And at the same moment he heard a low moan from outside the door.

There was no way for the captain to hide his erect cock, so he acted without his pants. He glanced at the door, saw the tiny open slit and jumped at it, pulling the person behind it into the cabin.

- Ouch! - A young girl with a neat bob of dark hair framing a thin, young face cried out softly.

- Lizbeth?! - Shepard marveled.

It was indeed her. Lizbeth Baynham. The tall, very, very young Exo-Geni employee Shepard and his team had rescued from the Geth-captured Corporation Tower. The girl was in her early twenties, but the childlike voice and innocent look in her blue eyes made her look younger. Lizbeth's panties were down and her smooth, shaved pussy was so wet with sexual secretions that the moisture glistened on the inside of the young scientist's thighs. Her rapid breathing, flushed face, and swollen lips open in excitement, contrasting seductively with Lizbeth's baby face, left no doubt as to what Shepard had caught her doing.

- Captain, I... - Shepard never knew what the scientist was going to say or how she was going to justify herself. Because he simply pulled her down to her knees, and before a word could escape her soft lips, his cock burst into the wet, hot space of Lizbeth's mouth.

She gasped, but didn't try to pull away. On the contrary, she froze for a moment, as if adjusting to the size of the organ that had invaded her mouth, and then began to twist her tongue to caress the captain's cock, clumsily but obviously with pleasure. All Shepard had to do was close his eyes and surrender to the lustful pleasure. The fact that the Azari was sleeping next to him didn't bother him at all. John's whole world revolved around Lizbeth kneeling with her pants down, working his cock with her mouth and fondling her clit with both hands. Judging by her muffled moans, which the girl could barely hide, she was enjoying it immensely.

Lizbeth, of course, could not cope with the size of the Captain's cock. She diligently moistened the head with saliva, licked it with her tongue like a candy without using her hands, placed the cock behind her cheek and pulled it back a few inches so that the huge organ stretched her mouth from the inside. All this the little bitch tried to do as quietly as possible, obviously not wanting to wake Shiala who was sleeping on the bed. Lizbeth collected her own saliva from the captain's cock, swallowed it, and later used it to wet John's powerful organ. All the while, her hand continued to caress her pussy - Shepard could see that a veritable puddle of sexual secretions had already formed beneath the girl. Suddenly, Baynham jerked, clenched her legs, pulled away from the organ, and literally buried herself in the Captain's balls, ignoring her own saliva that was beginning to run down her face. She began to cum. She tried in vain to hold back her moans, but the pleasure Lizbeth was receiving was too intense. And the scientist's sensual groan that awoke Shiala.

Azari opened her eyes and looked away for a few seconds, as if trying to figure out what was going on, before turning to see what was happening. Lizbeth didn't see that Azari was awake. She was working on Shepard's cock again, this time jerking it furiously with both hands. Her inexperience with a reproductive organ was more than made up for by the enthusiasm with which she fondled the Commander's cock. It towered over the young beauty like a monument, and right now the girl was licking the base of it, not forgetting to caress the captain's balls with her warm tongue. Shepard was teetering between ecstasy and real life, and though he saw the Azari awaken, he did not realize it.

Shiala did not take her eyes off the sexual act. She sat up abruptly in bed, her mouth open in surprise, her enchanting green eyes wide and magical against her blue face. She said nothing, but watched with undisguised interest. Her eyes gleamed playfully and her body flexed playfully when she saw how eagerly Lizbeth thrust her mouth onto the captain's cock. The scientist didn't take it deep, obviously not expecting her throat to be able to hold such a huge tool, even though it was soaked with her own saliva. Shepard liked what was happening, and he wasn't going to tyrannize the young whore's throat, as the captain had already called Lizbeth to himself.

In fact, he was much more interested in Shiala's behavior. Azari had already made her position as observer clear: she sat comfortably on the bed, bent over like a tigress, and then slowly unbuttoned her jumpsuit. The alien beauty looked the Commander straight in the eye, as if testing his stamina. But Shepard couldn't look her in the eye, especially when she unzipped her clothes. The tight fabric of the jumpsuit began to fall away, revealing to the Captain first the girl's graceful blue neck, then the sexy bones of her collarbone, and finally her rounded breasts with dark blue, small, erect nipples. The sight was so sexy that Shepard almost showered Lizbeth's mouth with his cum ... But he held back, even though he felt his orgasm coming.

Meanwhile, Shiala continued to tease him. She kneeled on the bed and gently ran her hands over her body, pulling the jumpsuit down even lower, revealing a slender stomach with a small belly button. Then she turned her back to Shepard and began to slowly remove the leather jumpsuit. Everything seemed to happen in slow motion. First the girl showed her tailbone, which Shepard wanted to lick with his tongue. Then the leather jumpsuit slid lower, exposing the Azarian beauty's ass with its tiny dark blue hole. And finally... Pussy... It was all wet, as if the girl had soaked it with saliva beforehand. Shiala's blue labia were generously lubricated with the juices of her secretions, and Shepard could literally feel the heat emanating from the Azari's hole.

It was his imagination, of course, but he really did feel hot because at that moment Lizbeth, still in control of his cock, suddenly tried to force the captain's organ down her throat. Of course, she failed; a loud gagging sound filled the room, and the girl swallowed the lump that came to her mouth and closed her eyes, trying to wipe away the tears that came as a result of choking. And at that moment, Shepard's cock began spurting cum.

It erupted in a torrent of cum into Lizbeth's mouth, which she hadn't expected, and when she pulled back, it poured over the girl's face, splattering her mouth, nose, and half-closed eyelids in thick, even streaks. Some of the semen fell on the beauty's research robe, a few drops landed on her bare thighs. Most of it landed on her face - Lizbeth couldn't even open her eyes.

- Shepard... - she whispered, stunned. But at that moment Shiala rose from the bed, completely naked, and sat down beside her. Lizbeth turned her head in her direction, unable to see the azari. Shiala, however, seemed amused by the situation. She suddenly cradled the girl's head, then moved closer to her face and began to lick the Commander's sperm with her tongue, swallowing it like a delicious yogurt. Lizbeth wrinkled her nose at the touch of another man's tongue on her face, but was obviously not uncomfortable. In fact, as Shiala ran her tongue over Lizbeth's lips, she moved forward and wrapped her lips around the Azari's tongue, kissing her passionately.

Shiala responded immediately. The room filled with the moans of the two beautiful girls, their lips locked in an ecstasy of pleasure and their hands caressing each other. Lizbeth's hands tentatively caressed the Azari's body, while the sapphire beauty's graceful palms slid down the scientist's body, slipping under her lab coat, playing with her pussy and causing Baynem to squirm with pleasure. Shiala's hand slid into Lizbeth's sweet cave and two blue fingers sank into the young human beauty's wet hole, and at the same moment she arched in a second orgasm, moaning so loudly that Shepard feared someone might hear her. But his worry only lasted a second. For Shiala suddenly turned to him and, biting her lower lip, looked down at his cock as it began to rise again. Lizbeth, breathing heavily from another orgasm, reached for it, but was stopped hard by the Azari, who grabbed her hair, jerked her back so that she screamed in pain, and, touching her earlobe with her lips, said:

- Let me show you how it is really done.

Then Shiala ran her tongue over Lizbeth's earlobe, causing her to close her eyes in pleasure and pull away. Then the asari crawled on her knees to Shepard's cock. He looked down at the sapphire beauty, waiting to see what the alien whore had in store for him. And she didn't keep the captain waiting long. Asari wrapped her hand around the base of John's cock and then, without further foreplay, slid her throat down onto it.

The head of his cock pushed into Shiala's throat. There was a squeezing sound, and the asari grimaced, but didn't pull back an inch. She took a deep breath through her nose and began to slowly push the captain's cock down her own throat. Her nostrils flared in time with her heavy breathing, her eyes wide open and tears streaming from them, but she persisted. The pleasure Shepard felt was incomparable - he could only moan and watch as inch by inch his huge organ disappeared into the Azari's mouth. Lizbeth sat with her mouth open, gently stroking her own clit, unable to take her eyes off Shiala in rapturous envy.

Azari was only five centimeters away from total victory. The girl couldn't stand the pressure on her throat any longer, her thirst for oxygen overriding her instincts, and she pulled away, taking a ragged, deep breath, causing Shepard to almost pass out from the blissful sensation of his cock slipping out of her tight throat. Her hands immediately wrapped around the Captain's organ and began to jerk violently, causing Shepard to gasp even more and squeeze his eyes shut.

- Do you want to try? - it was Shiala who suggested that Lizbeth repeat her action. The girl nodded with commendable enthusiasm, moved forward, and soon the Commander's cock was back in her hot mouth, dominated by her active tongue. She licked the head a few times while holding the cock in her mouth, then held her breath and tried to take the cock as deep as she could. Of course, she wasn't even a quarter of the way in. Tears welled up in her eyes and the girl coughed, but she didn't let the cock out of her mouth. She tried again and again, swallowing more and more of the excited organ each time.

Shiala, meanwhile, stood to her full height and snuggled up to Shepard so he could feel the warmth of her body. The alien beauty began to cover the captain with kisses. She started with his lower abdomen, then moved to his abs and finally to his chest. Her hands were quite adept at freeing John's body from his t-shirt. Once the man was completely naked, the Azari nestled against him, and he moaned as he felt her excited nipples rub against his body. That didn't last long, though; Shiala became interested again in the Commander's cock, which was raping Lizbeth's throat. She stroked the scientist's head gently and then pressed the back of the girl's head. Lizbeth swallowed the cock even deeper, but she coughed, choked on her saliva and secretions, and fell backwards.

As soon as her lips were free of Shepard's cock, Shiala gave Lizbeth a sweet kiss. Their tongues intertwined in a sexual dance during this passionate intimacy, and then the azari pulled away and swallowed Shepard's cock herself. She didn't drop to her knees, allowing Lizbeth complete dominance below. The scientist didn't need the invitation, and soon the Commander's balls were bathed in a warm sensation of bliss and pleasure as the girl's mouth played a lustful game with his balls. This time Shiala did not demonstrate the wonders of her deep throat. She confined herself to a wet blowjob - her mouth moist from the abundance of drool that flowed down onto Lizbeth. The scientist's hair, face, and eyes were covered in Azari's drool, but Baynham didn't seem to notice, enjoying the process of sucking on Shepard's testicles. He felt like he was about to come again, but he couldn't afford it now. First...

The Commander gave Shiala a hard slap on the ass. She pulled away from his cock, looked up at John, and then he pulled her up by her neck. Azari didn't even flinch, just opened her sexy mouth and let out a provocative moan.

John literally threw Azari Commando onto the bed. She dropped to her belly and immediately lifted her ass invitingly, shifting her weight to the front of her body and opening her pussy lips with her hand, inviting Shepard to enter. Pulling away from Lizbeth, John approached the Azari from behind and placed his huge organ against Shiala's sweet hole, entering her in one sharp, rough motion. The blue beauty let out a loud moan and began to frantically rub her clit as Shepard fucked her pussy like a wild warren. Lizbeth simply crawled back to the table, leaned against it and gently stroked her pussy, watching the frenzied, frantic coitus with interest.

The room was filled with screams and wet slaps of Shepard's balls against the clitoris tortured by the blue finger. Time disappeared, dissolved in the mad process of lust and passion. And then the first orgasm hit Azari head on. She squeezed her eyes shut, hundreds, no, thousands of the brightest stars flashing in her brain, her body twisting in agonizingly sweet spasms... But Shepard didn't stop. He was still fucking the alien's pussy at the same rapid pace, watching as Lizbeth took off her lab coat, smeared with secretions. Her breasts were smaller than Shiala's. The small brown nipples looked so innocent against the beauty's snow-white skin that the captain immediately wanted to touch them with his tongue. But the girl was far away and Shepard was busy fucking Shiala, who was experiencing another wild orgasm. Only then did the Commander feel that his finale was also near.

He made a few more rhythmic movements, exited the nearly unconscious Shiala's pussy and turned to Lizbeth. There was no need to tell the young scientist what to do. She knelt down, wrapped her small hands around John's cock and began to jerk it rapidly. She kept her mouth open and directed his cock not at her face but at her body. And when, with a loud Shepard's groan, white cum spurted from his childbearing organ, it covered the entire surface of the young beauty's slender body. It was on her breasts, on her shoulders, on her stomach, dripping onto her flushed pussy, onto her clit, which Lizbeth immediately began to rub with her left hand. Shepard thought that would be the end of it, but no - the excited scientist began to smear the Commander's secretions all over herself with her right hand. Her skin glistened with the Captain's semen, and the moment Lizbeth picked up one of John's clots with her finger and sent it into her mouth, a new orgasm, more powerful than the previous two, hit her. The girl jerked as if she'd been electrocuted, twitched, screamed, and only a few minutes later was quiet, whimpering softly. Shepard pulled away from the scientist and looked around.

Shiala seemed to be asleep, remaining in the same position the Commander had fucked her. Lizbeth, on the other hand, was curled up on the floor and seemed to be in some kind of trance. She lay with her eyes closed, whimpering like a puppy, her legs wrapped around her knees. She was glistening with Shepard's semen, and there was a pool of the girl's secretions beneath her glistening body.

- That's what I mean, the gratitude for the rescue, - the man said quietly, so as not to disturb the beauties, and began to search for his clothes. When he found it, he quickly dressed and, looking back at the two girls for the last time, left the room, not forgetting to close the door behind him. And as the man stepped outside and breathed in the cool night air, he heard the engines of an Alliance ship coming in for a landing. Humanitarian aid and security for the colonists had arrived, so there was nothing for John to do in the colony now. He smiled at his own thoughts and walked slowly to the dock where his favorite Normandy awaited his return, ready for departure.