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Author's notes: this one kind of wrote itself. Or Miranda's monologue did. Hope you all enjoy.
"Attachments"
Chapter three "Voyeur"
A gift for Revans_Mask
Miranda opened the door to her office and living quarters, cup of tea cradled in one hand. She'd finally gotten the security footage from Shepard's little visitor last night descrambled and decrypted and she needed to view it before filing her report for the Illusive Man. Why Cerberus had to keep hiring alien help for Shepard's little problem was beyond her. But Shepard's affinity for asari, or one particular asari, was well known in her background file. Still, her pick of Kelly Chambers for ship yeoman and Shepard's personal assistant had been her idea. She was sure Shepard would appreciate the human touch at some point.
Miranda made a mental note whether to directly reach out to Dr. T'soni or just keep her feelers out in the area. She knew she was slumming it on Ilium at present, but Cerberus did need to keep abreast of her activities. When she'd gone with Shepard and the newly recruited Thane to the planet to see her, Miranda had been on pins and needles. The file said they'd shared a purer sort of romance, affectionate and mutual. But the asari they'd met in her office was coolly put together, professional and hiding more than a few secrets behind a happy smile to seeing Shepard. There was something going on that they could exploit, Miranda was certain of it. She was only too glad T'Soni had refused Shepard's offer to return to the Normandy, counting that as a victory. It had frustrated Shepard to no end, hence the Illusive Man's selection of nightly visitor.
No matter, it was to aide in her evaluation of Shepard and her physical well-being. Miranda watched Shepard arguing with her unknown visitor. Her fingers tapped the desk idly. Come on, she'd fucked her, hadn't she? Her lips curled into a smile when the asari went for broke, sliding onto Shepard's lap and starting to grind on her. Good.
"Get off me!" Shepard's sudden outburst almost made Miranda knock over her cup. She cursed, steadying it, and watched Shepard throw the asari girl off her forcefully.
"Well, damn, I wasn't expecting that," Miranda muttered. She leaned forward watching the gesturing figures in front of the fish tank. Then the asari was unzipping Shepard's pants and the commander was melting in her hands.
"Get undressed, on the bed, hands and knees. I want that ass in the air." Shepard said from the security footage. Miranda flushed. She watched the digital version of Shepard undressing, forgetting her uniform shirt and hurrying to mount the waiting asari slut from behind.
"Well, well, I didn't expect to hear you say that," Miranda murmured to herself. She blushed despite herself as Shepard thrust her hips forward and the asari wailed with pure pleasure. She couldn't see much from the angle they were fucking, but the maiden's pleasure was apparent with every hard push of Shepard's hips. Miranda fished a set of wireless earbuds out of her desk drawer and slid them into place, selecting the sound to be transmitted to them quickly. Her quarters were fairly soundproof, but she didn't want anyone passing her door to hear anything.
Miranda felt like she was first seat to a private pornographic exhibition rather than a video to evaluate medical needs. It didn't help that Shepard was stunning, the muscles of her ass flexing as she fucked the asari into her mattress. Miranda wasn't surprised when the girl came all over her, wailing like a banshee. When Shepard pulled out, she frowned to see she still had an erection. She hadn't come? Miranda checked the time of the footage. There was still at least ten more minutes.
"Get on top. I wanna see you work that ass," Shepard commanded. Miranda stared as she tore her unform shirt off. She gave a silent laugh seeing a few buttons bounce off from the force of her tear.
"Shepard, you are a beast," Miranda murmured. She sipped her tea, eyeing Shepard's well-lined abdominals, her small breasts, and surging cock. The camera set into the ceiling panel above the bed caught them at a better angle and Miranda focused that one into frame. With Shepard's shirt off, Miranda had a clear view of every inch of sweaty flesh. The asari worked onto Shepard's cock, riding her enthusiastically and Miranda's face grew more heated as she listened to Shepards grunts growing with volume on each thrust. It wouldn't be too much longer now. Right? Miranda was beginning to wonder at Shepard's stamina level and why it was so high when she came with a shout, grabbing the asari around the waist with one arm, thrusting upward like a possessed woman. The girl came again all over her and Miranda watched satisfied as Shepard collapsed onto her back, the asari dismounting from her.
"Well, that was enlightening." Miranda sipped her tea as she watched the end of the footage, Shepard collecting her discarded uniform, before limping off naked to the shower. Miranda knew it was a breach of privacy to have so many cameras installed in the commander's quarters, but she couldn't help herself at this point.
Shepard did have a fine ass. Miranda uncrossed her legs and stood up, flushing. She'd have to take care of this at this point.
End for now
End notes: Where should we go next? One of the teammates, or reconciliation with Liara? And should she find out first? Stay tuned :P
Sincerely, pen 3/04/2021