Characters: John Shepard, Ashley Williams, Tali'Zorah nar Rayya
Location: Citadel, elevator in the residential sectors
There was one thing Shepard genuinely disliked about the Citadel's layout — the elevators.
The station was laced with these vertically, horizontally, and even diagonally moving capsules that shuttled residents of the massive space metropolis to sectors unreachable by aircars. As a man of action, the Commander hated every second spent trapped in those enclosed spaces — especially with no way to speed them up or override the controls.
The controls which, according to the Citadel tourist guide, were entirely governed by the Keepers — strange insect-like beings that had been living on the station long before it was ever discovered.
These mysterious arthropods maintained the systems and ensured the Citadel's functionality according to rules and purposes known only to them. Shepard always found it bizarre that the galactic community had so easily accepted this — the fact that the entire operation of the station was under the control of mute, enigmatic creatures, while millions of individuals from dozens of intelligent species went about their lives, relying on those systems to keep functioning.
Maybe Kaidan was right — when he once joked that aliens and humans had more in common than they thought. For example: both were perfectly fine leaving something alone if it was working, even if no one had a clue how it actually did.
The inhabitants of the station had no particular desire to study the inner workings of the Citadel, or even concern themselves with how things ran — the invisible, silent caretaking of the Keepers made that effort unnecessary. And just like humans, aliens seemed more than willing to live in ignorance — especially when that ignorance let them feel safe and comfortable.
"Damn it, could this thing go any slower?" Ashley muttered impatiently, jabbing the elevator call button even though the display was already flashing to show that the capsule was on its way.
"Easy, Sergeant," Shepard said without looking at her. "We're not in any hurry."
It was true. After several days in hyperspace, the Normandy was undergoing another maintenance cycle — and that would take time, even with the Council giving Spectre-class ships priority access to the repair docks. So even if the elevator showed up instantly, and the team piled in immediately, they'd still be stuck waiting a few more hours before they could return to the ship.
Rather than loiter around the vessel getting in the technicians' way, Shepard had decided to head out into the station. He had things to take care of — errands he tried to handle every time Normandy docked at the Citadel.
First on the list was restocking his own supply of grenades, shield capacitors, and thermal clips — the so-called "consumables" that ran out at an alarmingly fast rate. The quartermaster did his best to keep everything stocked and replenished at each port, and even now, Alliance personnel were busy offloading crates of weapons-grade materials into the Normandy's cargo bay.
But Shepard never let anyone else handle his personal loadout.
Too many times over the course of his long military career, he'd found himself in life-or-death situations because of faulty equipment or a lack of gear — and ever since, he'd made it a habit to personally inspect every item between missions: his armor, his weapons, his mods, and every single consumable component.
He'd learned that habit from the best — grizzled veterans of both the Alliance and alien forces, soldiers who'd lived long enough to know that survival came down to preparation.
The second matter requiring Shepard's attention was updating Tali'Zorah's omni-tool software. In their last battle, the young quarian had shown commendable bravery — managing to get close enough to a geth walker to disable it just seconds before its laser cannon would've reduced both Shepard and Wrex to ash. An electrical discharge had surged from the machine, and though her armored suit absorbed the shock, her wrist-mounted device hadn't survived the voltage spike and shorted out completely.
Still, it was worth noting that Tali didn't panic. When her omni-tool failed, she wielded her shotgun with just as much precision as she did her tech, helping Shepard and the krogan hold off the unexpected wave of enemy reinforcements.
Shepard remembered one shot in particular — dead-on, point-blank — and how Wrex let out a deep, gravelly chuckle in response. The kind of sound that, coming from the gruff old merc, could only be interpreted as high praise. Honestly, the Commander agreed with the krogan's assessment: Tali had proven herself a valuable member of the team.
And to think — not long ago, he'd been skeptical about having her aboard the Normandy at all.
But that had changed. Day after day, he kept hearing Engineer Adams rave about the girl's technical prowess. And now, having seen her calm and decisive in the field, Shepard was forced to admit: Udina's decision to bring her onboard had been surprisingly reasonable.
Still, a twinge of guilt lingered. He remembered clearly how he'd refused Tali's initial request to join the crew. At the time, she hadn't yet completed her Pilgrimage, and Shepard had judged the twenty-two-year-old too green for the mission ahead. That was when Udina had stepped in and made it official — and in hindsight, for the better.
To make up for that earlier refusal, Shepard had decided on a small gift: a new omni-tool. It seemed like the least he could do. After all, the device Tali was currently using was so old it was hard to believe she dared rely on it in combat.
She had tried to reassure him — saying she could repair the old one until it worked like new — and Shepard didn't doubt that. But in his mind, there was no question: she'd be even more effective with a modern, high-end model. Something faster, more powerful, with stronger shielding and better modular support.
After a bit of coaxing, Tali finally agreed. But she had one condition: she'd go with him to the market to make sure — in her words — "you don't let someone sell you overpriced garbage."
Shepard didn't bother arguing. He could have told her that he knew omni-tools and military tech just fine. But instead, he just nodded and let her come along.
That's why her small, compact figure — wrapped, as always, in the tightly fitted armored material of her environment suit — was now standing beside him, watching the elevator display with what looked like almost as much impatience as Ashley.
Though, of course, Shepard could only guess. The dark-tinted visor of her helmet made it difficult to see anything clearly — only the bright flicker of her glowing eyes, twin points of light behind the glass, and the faint outlines of her brow and nose. In short, it was hard to tell what she was feeling at all.
The second companion accompanying the Commander on today's "shore leave" was Ashley.
Shepard figured the sergeant's opinion might come in handy when it came time to pick out weapons components. Besides, it had been several days since she'd allowed him to slide his thick cock between her pretty lips — and in that time, the chill that had briefly settled between them had all but thawed.
John made a point not to bring up what had happened. Still, the memory of what those lips could do, the way her mouth had moved around him with such skill and heat, was enough to make his cock twitch with anticipation every time it surfaced in his mind.
Gradually, things between them had returned to normal. They were talking again, exchanging thoughts about recent missions. And just a few days ago, he'd even caught a note of real jealousy in her voice — aimed squarely at Liara.
The young asari had recently lost her mother, and though Liara's relationship with Benezia hadn't been especially close, Shepard knew a loss like that wouldn't leave the psyche untouched. He was genuinely concerned about her emotional state. Beyond that, John had never had the chance to learn about asari culture directly from one of its own — and Liara, to his surprise, had proven to be an engaging, intelligent conversationalist. She was open, curious, and always willing to help him better understand her people's history.
At first, Shepard's interest in the blue-skinned scientist had been purely platonic. And Ashley's jealousy? He'd written it off as childish, even silly. But not long ago, Liara had admitted — carefully, awkwardly — that she found Shepard attractive. Not in the crude, obvious way the phrase might imply, but in a deeper, more philosophical sense. She admired him as a person. A mind. A presence. Someone who felt deeply, who thought.
Still, that confession had made John look at her differently. He was surprised to realize he hadn't noticed how attractive she really was. Maybe he'd never seriously considered non-human women in a sexual light.
But after his encounters with Shiala and the Consort, he found himself reevaluating his assumptions. Both asari had shown a level of erotic skill that went far beyond anything he'd experienced before. The way they brought a partner to the edge — and past it — was nothing short of masterful. That sensual, fluid grace, that unspoken connection through touch… it wasn't just sex. It was a whole different experience. A revelation.
After that, Shepard couldn't help but see Doctor T'Soni in a new light.
The Commander often caught himself lost in the ocean of her turquoise eyes, staring far too long at the alluring features of her youthful, almost childlike face — sprinkled with large, rose-and-blue freckles. Needless to say, T'Soni's slender, youthful body had started catching his eye far more often — whether she was wrapped in a lab coat that practically seemed tailored to show off her graceful figure, or zipped into a light asari environment suit that, true to their design, hugged her blue skin like a second layer.
So, yes — Ashley's jealousy, once ridiculous in his eyes, had started to seem more and more justified.
What John couldn't quite understand, though, was where it had come from. Ashley had made it perfectly clear that she wasn't jumping into bed with him. She'd even hinted that Liara had been eyeing him from the start, and if Shepard was looking for someone more "available," the asari might just be the easier choice.
John had never been any good at unraveling the tangled mazes of the female mind. He preferred to act — directly and decisively. He'd rather take a slap for being too forward than sit around in uncertainty, wondering whether the girl felt anything at all.
Ashley had given him her answer — and yet, she hadn't exactly been able to resist when she found herself face to face with his massive cock.
Ashley's strange behavior wasn't limited to her oddly illogical jealousy toward the Commander. John had started to notice that the sergeant seemed far more relaxed in the presence of aliens than she had been before.
More than once, Shepard had caught her trying to strike up conversations with Wrex — which struck him as particularly odd, given that of all the aliens on board, the krogan was the least likely candidate for heartfelt small talk. And yet, Ashley had recently been spotted near Wrex surprisingly often — though she always moved away the moment Shepard or any crew member came near and looked like they might be trying to eavesdrop on whatever she was saying to the towering alien brute.
What made it even stranger was that Ashley had rarely been seen talking to Garrus. Sure, she coordinated well with the turian during missions, discussed strategy before and after operations — but in their downtime, the two exchanged little more than a few clipped words.
She didn't talk much with Tali either, although Shepard had, on occasion, caught the two of them in the middle of an intense discussion about the best ways to take down synthetics. Both had personal scores to settle — each with her own reasons for hating the machines.
"Women's hearts are dark forests," Shepard mused, paraphrasing some long-dead human classic.
He had neither the time nor the desire to dwell on Williams's feelings. As long as she remained a good soldier and followed his orders effectively, John could let her think about whatever she wanted. He'd only sit her down for a serious talk if her recent changes started to affect mission performance. Not before then.
"Strange," Tali's voice came through the audio filter built into her helmet — the indicator light on her mask blinking in sync with each word. "Something's definitely wrong with the elevator."
Snapped out of his thoughts, Shepard turned just in time to see that Tali had clearly grown tired of waiting. With a few swift movements, she'd opened the elevator's control panel and hacked directly into it. The screen was now flashing with an unsettling number of red markers.
"Glitch?" Ashley guessed, stepping closer. But just like Shepard, the strange lines of code and diagrammatic symbols were a complete mystery to her.
"Looks like it," Tali said thoughtfully, scrolling through the endless cascade of error reports. "It's like it keeps randomly stopping between floors. I can try to fix it."
"Just don't break the damn thing," Shepard muttered. "The last thing we need is it dropping straight to the bottom."
"There's no one inside it anyway— I mean, yes, understood. Won't break it," Tali corrected herself with a small giggle.
Shepard curled his lip — like anyone, he hated unexpected stops.
He turned around and blinked in surprise. While they'd been waiting, a whole crowd had formed behind them — a full queue of people from all sorts of species. Salarians, turians, asari, even a couple of elcor. This particular route — from the Presidium to the residential sectors — was the shortest, and apparently rush hour on the Citadel hit everyone.
Shepard estimated the capsule's capacity and wasn't at all sure there would be room for them all. At least he and his squad had made it to the front.
"All set," Tali's voice announced a moment later, slightly distorted by her helmet filter.
"Damn, that was fast," Ashley said, her surprise completely genuine.
"It's just an elevator," Tali shrugged. "Hacking geth destroyers while being jostled under fire in the Mako is way harder."
Ashley laughed, glanced at the Commander — who was usually the one driving the Mako — and nodded.
"I'll agree with you there."
The elevator doors slid open, but if Shepard had expected that the Presidium workers rushing about their business would follow etiquette and let his team use the elevator first — if only out of gratitude for fixing it — he was very much mistaken.
No sooner had he, Ashley, and Tali stepped inside than the crowd behind them surged forward, packing themselves into the small cabin.
As Shepard felt himself being pinned against the wall by the massive body of an elcor — who apparently wasn't too concerned about taking up four times the space of an average human — he seriously regretted not wearing his armor today. It would've been so much easier to activate his shield generator and smile as the kinetic wave shoved all those eager-to-press-up-against-him Presidium clerks back. But today, both he and Ashley had gone out in their standard Alliance uniforms, thinking no trouble awaited them at the market.
Then Shepard realized the elcor was pressing him into the wall more forcefully than it should have been. The captain tensed his muscles and, ignoring the disgruntled grunt from behind him, shoved the massive alien body away.
At that very moment, Ashley — herself being squeezed by a noisy cluster of salarians — tried to shift and stepped hard on the Commander's foot.
"Sorry, sir," she muttered irritably, though Shepard understood the irritation wasn't aimed at him. He noticed how uncomfortable her position was — surrounded on all sides by aliens — and shifted again, opening up a bit of space between himself and the wall of the elevator cabin.
Straining his arm, he grabbed Ashley's shoulder to get her attention and gestured toward the spot in front of him.
"Stand here, Sergeant, or you're liable to get crushed by office workers."
"Now that'd be a shitty way to die," Williams muttered with a snort.
It took considerable effort, but she managed to pull herself free from the makeshift alien vise and slip into the space between Shepard and the wall. It wasn't exactly graceful, and she ended up with her back to the Commander. Still, she could at least breathe now, and having the Captain behind her was easier than listening to the alien chatter pouring through the translator — or trying not to breathe in the smell of salarian bodies.
Ashley tried to turn and press her back to the wall, but just then the elcor began winning its battle with Shepard, and she felt John's body press harder into hers. The plan to lean back against the wall failed with a thud — now Ashley had to brace herself against its smooth surface with her hands to keep from being squashed against the cold metal face-first.
Shepard looked around and spotted Tali next to him. He'd been worried that the quarian's small height and fragile build might cause problems, but to his surprise, she looked perfectly fine — with a clear eight-inch bubble of space around her.
Looking closer, Shepard noticed the faint shimmer of a kinetic field — a barrier Tali had activated automatically through her suit. He gave a quiet grunt of approval, once again impressed by the young girl's ingenuity, and thought maybe he shouldn't be so quick to underestimate the quarians — clearly, they weren't as weak as they looked.
Tali turned toward Shepard and winked — the Commander saw one of the glowing lights on her helmet blink off for a moment and then light up again.
"Clever," he said with a smile.
"Just not for long," came Tali's sad reply. "I switched my suit to low power mode to charge the batteries — the shield will only last about two more minutes."
"Well, two minutes should be enough to get us there," Shepard noted confidently.
And immediately felt several eyes on him — Tali's included, along with a few of the surrounding aliens.
"What?" he asked.
"We're not going anywhere yet," Tali replied.
And indeed — the cabin, packed with members of various species, had closed... but there was no sign of movement. Shepard glanced out the narrow windows and confirmed that the elevator really wasn't going anywhere.
"Tali?"
"Already working on it, Shepard," came her reply.
She was indeed trying — the omni-tool on her arm flickered to life, but was acting up, displaying the wrong data instead of the diagnostics she needed. The quarian muttered quietly under her breath, clearly irritated as she tried to wrestle with the stubborn hardware.
Meanwhile, Shepard became aware that he was being pushed even more tightly against Ashley. To keep from completely losing his balance and collapsing into his dark-haired squadmate, he tried to raise one hand and brace himself against the wall like Williams was already doing.
Easier said than done. Lifting his arm straight up was impossible in the crush, so he bent it slightly and tried to slide it upward along his body. The moment his hand moved, he felt it brush across Williams's hips. To her credit, the sergeant didn't flinch. She had clearly felt his hand on her thigh, but seemed to understand that he was just trying to reposition himself. She said nothing, and Shepard tried to adjust, attempting to move his hand off her.
Only partly successful. His hand left her hip — but now ended up firmly wedged between her ass and his own groin.
"Goddamn it," Shepard muttered quietly — not realizing he'd said it almost right into Ashley's ear.
To her credit again, she still didn't panic. She remained silent and shifted her hips slightly from side to side, trying to give him space to move his hand upward.
It had the opposite effect. Shepard's palm slid directly onto her right butt cheek, now firmly pressed against it through her uniform. Judging by the frustrated sigh Williams let out, she definitely hadn't meant for things to go that way.
But Shepard couldn't say he minded. He hadn't planned to end up with his hand on her ass — but now that it had happened, he wasn't exactly in a rush to pull away. He let himself appreciate it. Maybe for the first... and last time.
He remembered clearly just how juicy her figure was under that Alliance uniform — especially from the time she'd peeled off the upper part of it in front of him. Her breasts had burned themselves into his memory — they were absolutely unforgettable. Full, dark, and sexy as hell. He still regretted not getting the chance to wrap his lips around her brown nipples — those perfect little chocolate saucers of areola.
It was only to be expected that the sergeant's athletic, well-trained body wouldn't be limited to attractive curves on the upper half. And now, with his palm pressed against the firm roundness of Williams' backside, Shepard found his assumption more than confirmed.
Ashley was still giving him the chance to move his hand — to at least slide it up onto her back — but John hesitated, not yet ready to give up the simple pleasure of the moment. He remembered the way she had devoured his cock with those plush lips — the eagerness, the hunger in her eyes — how determined she was to swallow as much of his length as her small but surprisingly talented throat could manage. Naturally, the memory alone was enough to stir his cock to life again, twitching as that filthy little mental image looped in his mind.
Even if the SPECTRE had wanted to get a grip and redirect his thoughts elsewhere, it was nearly impossible now. Ashley was so close he could already smell her — not just the uniform, not just the sweat of the day, but the subtle scent of her skin and the lingering trace of her shampoo. That soft, feminine aroma wrapped around his senses like a drug, drowning out reason and making it harder to think about anything except how badly he wanted to enjoy every inch of the sergeant's body.
"Shepard?" came Ashley's voice — quiet, barely more than a breath.
She turned her head as much as the cramped space allowed, though it would've taken an awkward twist of her neck to actually look him in the eye. And then there was the way she'd said it. Shepard — not sir, not Captain.
She probably hadn't even realized what she was doing, but that simple choice of words — dropping the title — instantly broke something between them. A boundary. A line of formality that normally stood between a commander and his subordinate, clear and rigid. With one word, she'd shut off the safety protocol that kept things professional between officers and soldiers, between a man with power and a woman under his command.
Shepard didn't hear the usual "sir?" — and that was enough. The fact that Ashley had used his name, not his rank, told him everything he needed to know. Whether she realized it or not, that one choice of words meant she didn't want what just happened — his hand on her ass — to affect their professional relationship. Whatever John did next... it wouldn't be between Captain Shepard and Sergeant Williams. It would be between John, a human man — and Ashley, a young, attractive woman from Earth.
And that was a risk the SPECTRE was willing to take. Especially with the memory still replaying in his head — of the dark-haired beauty's eager eyes locked onto his, her full lips stretching wide around his cock, her throat working to swallow every inch of him.
He didn't answer Ashley's question. Instead, John made his decision — one he might regret later — and began slowly clenching and unclenching his grip on the right side of her ass, gradually starting to enjoy the strange pleasure that came from having control over someone else's body.
Against his expectations, Williams stayed silent. She made one more subtle attempt to pull away, but this time, Shepard moved first. He leaned into her, intentionally giving the quadrupedal elcor behind him just a bit more room.
The alien didn't miss the opportunity. It shifted forward, filling the space at once — and now Shepard found himself pressed against Ashley not just by choice, but by circumstance.
Still, he didn't stop. His fingers moved with firm, dominant pressure along the lower curve of her ass, while his palm continued to squeeze and release the soft flesh of the sergeant's backside. There was something wickedly satisfying about the feel of her skin — firm and toned, resisting his grip just enough to make it a challenge… but ultimately yielding, overwhelmed by the bold, greedy strength of his hand.
But of course, that wasn't enough for Shepard. Now fully convinced that Ashley couldn't move — couldn't even wriggle her way out of his grasp — the Captain decided to take it further. He shifted his hips slightly and pulled his hand away from her ass. Ashley let out a noisy breath — almost like a sigh of relief. Maybe she thought he was done. A moment later, she felt his hand again — this time lower, at her hips. And unlike the first accidental touch, there was no mistaking his intent now. His movements were bolder, more deliberate, rougher. Fast and shameless, like he wasn't about to waste a single second of this stolen opportunity.
His hand tugged the edge of her uniform shirt free from where it was tucked neatly into her waistband. The blue Alliance fabric shifted, and his fingers slipped beneath it in a single practiced motion — skin met skin, and the contact was immediate, electric.
Ashley, who was still braced against the wall with both palms, yanked one hand free in a weak attempt to resist — but the moment she tried, she felt Shepard's strength pinning her tighter. Holding herself up with only one arm was suddenly a challenge, and trying to reach under her own shirt to stop him was downright impossible. Realizing she was on the verge of losing her balance — and not eager to kiss the cold metal face-first — she gave up the fight and pressed her hand back against the wall.
Shepard didn't hesitate. With full access to her upper body now granted, he began exploring it with the hunger of a starving varren tearing into its first meal in days. His hand slid over her stomach, claiming every inch of exposed skin with greedy strokes. Her body trembled under his touch — just slightly, but enough for him to notice — and Shepard drank in that reaction like it was oxygen. He barely grazed the small curve of her navel, letting a fingertip trail over it just to make sure she understood: even something as vulnerable and intimate as that was under his complete control now.
Then his hand moved higher — quickly, without pause — until he met the bottom of her sports bra. It was tight, firm, clearly designed for combat. For a second, John considered diving right under it, ripping past the last barrier. But he didn't. Barely restraining the lust rushing through him, he slipped his hand over her breast from the outside. Full. Heavy. Firm.
Shepard exhaled through his nose as the weight and shape of it filled his palm — thick and supple, defiant in the best way — and felt his cock surge with sudden, sharp arousal.
Ashley couldn't not feel it now. What had been his hand on her ass was now unmistakably the stiff bulge of his cock, straining hard against the fabric of his uniform, pressing into her backside.
With every new touch — every slow stroke of his hand over her breast, through the thin barrier of her bra — the throbbing in his pants only grew worse. Blood filled him like a firehose, and it didn't take long before the pressure inside his trousers became more than just uncomfortable. Fortunately, he had a second hand.
He hadn't used that hand yet because of the faintly humming shield field just inches away, generated by Tali's suit. But at this point, Shepard didn't give a damn. A jolt of electricity hit him as he brushed the edge of the kinetic barrier, but he barely blinked. His fingers bent hard and dove down toward his waistband…
Then stopped. He wasn't finished with her ass just yet. This time, it was her left cheek that got his attention — and Shepard's hand latched onto it like it had been waiting for permission.
Shepard's hand went back to squeezing and kneading Ashley's firm, perfect ass — and it took everything in him not to slap it hard. That gorgeous backside was just begging to be dominated. He wanted the full, sharp impact of his palm crashing down across it, wanted to mark it, claim it, punish it with pleasure. But the press of bodies all around them made that impossible.
Still, John had access to both her breasts and her ass now, and the sense of total control over her body was driving him fucking insane. The risk, the consequences — he wasn't thinking about any of that. Didn't care. All that mattered was the way her curves felt under his hands. His mind was locked on the heat, the softness, the tension beneath his palms.
He switched back and forth between her tits, gripping one, then the other through her tight sports bra. He tried to find her nipples — searching for them with his fingertips — but either Ashley wasn't turned on enough yet for them to show, or the fabric was just too damn thick to let them through.
"...Shepard…"
It was barely a whisper. The name — not "sir," not "captain" — drifted out of her mouth so quietly he almost missed it. And that was strange. Deep down, he'd been bracing for her voice to rise. For her to snap, bark at him, lash out. Not loud enough to draw attention — not with all the aliens crammed into the lift — but at least a firm warning to knock it the hell off. And that made it all the more surprising when, instead of the angry outburst he was half expecting, the only thing that escaped Ashley's lips was the barely audible sound of his name — almost lost in the ambient noise around them.
He opened his mouth to say something back — but stopped. His hands were doing all the talking.
The left one was still enjoying the sculpted curves of her hips and ass. But the right… the right was already on the move again. Driven by nothing but his own shameless hunger, his fingers slipped under her bra. And there it was. Her bare breast — warm, full, heavy in his hand. He wrapped his palm around it and felt her nipple slowly begin to stiffen under his touch. The moment his fingers brushed the sensitive skin, he groaned softly, desperate to grind his hips harder into her.
He could have whispered in her ear, told her just how much she was turning him on, how crazy she was driving him. But John decided she didn't need words. She'd feel it. Pressed tight against Ashley's firm, perfect ass, Shepard shifted his hips just enough to wedge his aching, throbbing cock right into the valley between her cheeks. The pressure alone made his pulse spike — even with the thick, restrictive fabric of both their uniforms in the way, the contact sent heat surging up his spine.
He was going insane with the urge to rip those pants off her and let her feel all of it — the full, unforgiving hardness — with every part of her body. But instead, he focused on what he had. Slow, steady grinding. His cock dragged along the curve of her ass with every pulse of his hips, the friction maddening, the tension exquisite. At the same time, his hands worked her tits with growing greed. He groped and squeezed both her breasts — one after the other — rolling his thumbs over her nipples, teasing their shape through the thin fabric. He felt the subtle change in her skin, the sensitive shift of her areolas, imagined their color, their taste, the way they'd look swollen between his lips.
The memory of not getting that chance in the cargo bay — not getting to bury his face between her tits — stung more now, sharpening his hunger. So he poured it into touch instead. Let his fingers do what his mouth had been denied.
And it wasn't just in his head. Her nipples were hardening. He could feel it. He saw the pink flush bloom across the back of her neck, spreading downward. Saw the goosebumps chase across her skin. Heard the subtle shift in her breathing — deeper and quicker.
John kept torturing the beautiful soldier, toying with her breasts like she was his favorite new obsession. First, he ran his palm slowly across her nipples — like he was playing some deeply erotic musical instrument — savoring the hard pressure of them against his skin. Then, with deliberate care, he began tracing slow, teasing circles around each firm peak with his fingers, enjoying the contrast between the roughness of his hand and the soft, sensitive skin of her chest.
He let her right nipple feel the full shape of his palm, rolling the tight little berry gently from finger to finger. He took his time — no reason to rush. A place like this deserved patience, precision. And then, as if staking a full claim over her body, his large hand cupped both of her breasts at once, and he pressed the pads of his index and pinky fingers into each nipple, like testing the control panel of her pleasure.
When he gave the left one a firmer squeeze than intended — lost in his rising arousal — he felt her hips jolt back into him, that perfect ass pushing against his groin.
"Finally!" Tali exclaimed.
Shepard, who had completely forgotten that anyone else even existed in the world besides him and his nearly immobile partner, turned a surprised look toward the quarian. The girl's outburst lined up exactly with the thoughts that had just flashed through John's mind when Ashley pushed her ass back against him. But he had no idea what kind of alien technology had allowed Tali to read his mind. His expression must have shown so much confusion that the quarian took it upon herself to clarify:
"I got it working. The cabin's moving again — straight to the bottom level though. No stops." She sighed. "With this old omn-itool, I'm like a pyjak without a tail and with its paws tied…"
Shepard didn't care in the slightest how she got the lift working. But he found it in himself to nod, still barely catching his breath. Tali had pulled it off again — no surprise there. He did notice, though, that her barrier field had gone nearly translucent. It would drop soon. And when it did, she'd be at the mercy of the crowded cabin just like the rest of them.
He could have shifted a little to the right to give her more room, but that would've meant letting go of Ashley. And he wasn't quite ready to do that.
The elevator jolted, and a chorus of relieved voices broke out from the crowd of aliens packed inside the cabin — the wait had clearly dragged on too long, and everyone was glad to finally be on the move. With a strange grinding noise followed by an unpleasant metallic creak, the capsule began descending, indecently slow. John did a quick mental calculation — how many levels they still had to go, how sluggish the lift was crawling — and realized the ride might take a while.
Which, frankly, thrilled him. It meant he could once again turn his full attention back to Ashley — who, just then, made another attempt to wriggle free from his embrace. Instead, she only ended up pressed tighter against his crotch, where the pressure hadn't subsided one bit during his brief conversation with Tali. His hands, still busy with their filthy work, hadn't stopped caressing her for even a second. And judging by the way Ashley's chest rose and fell in ragged breaths, the way her slender neck remained covered in goosebumps, and the stiff peaks of her nipples strained against her bra — Shepard was certain: despite her token efforts to break free, the sergeant was being aroused against her will.
And Shepard had no intention of stopping. Not until he got what he'd wanted since the first time he grabbed that gorgeous ass of hers. As long as the lift kept moving — even at a crawl — he was going to enjoy every second of her body. Nothing was going to stop him.
The hand that had been resting on her ass shifted to his own waistband. With a swift movement — one that took a surprising amount of effort in such a cramped space — John finally freed himself from the prison of his pants. His cock, rock-hard and twitching, leapt free the moment it was released — like a coiled cable under tension. It slapped forward and nestled itself right between Ashley's cheeks.
There was no way she didn't feel it — the heat, the weight, the pressure of his cock wedged tight between her ass. Shepard braced himself for resistance. He fully expected the proud Williams to stiffen, push back, maybe whisper a warning.
Instead, the gorgeous brunette arched her hips back. Pressing into him. Grinding against his shaft so firmly that Shepard couldn't help but let out a soft groan — one that ghosted across her ear.
The elevator rocked subtly as it descended, and Ashley's ass moved in perfect sync with it. That slow friction — hot, deliberate, shameless — was enough to make John shut his eyes again, falling into a trance of erotic sensation.
The hand that had freed his cock slid down and found Ashley's thigh, his fingers gliding slowly along the smooth curve beneath her uniform. He traced every line, every contour of her body, savoring it. Just for a moment, the Captain lost all sense of where he was. The crowd, the elevator, the potential witnesses — they vanished. It was just her. Her heat. Her skin.
When he opened his eyes again, he noticed something new. Ashley was bracing herself against the wall with only one hand. The other was somewhere down near her own hips — but from his angle, he couldn't quite see what she was doing.He hoped she'd finally given in. That she'd stopped pretending to resist, stopped playing the role of the untouchable soldier, and was now just a young, beautiful woman allowing herself to be swept away by pure, primal pleasure. But before that fantasy could dig its claws any deeper into his mind — before his cock twitched so hard he lost control completely — he felt it.
A small, confident hand wrapped itself around the base of his shaft.
Ashley had managed to slip her small hand between herself and Shepard — and now, the sergeant didn't seem the least bit interested in stopping. Her palm closed confidently around the Captain's cock, and the sudden grip made both the shaft and its owner shudder with pleasure.
Thick beads of precum had already formed on the massive, swollen head, pulsing in rhythm with the subtle, hungry movements of two aroused bodies. Some of it began to drip down, spreading along the shaft, right into Ashley's hand — making it easier for her fingers to glide up and down his rigid length. But a few drops smeared across her uniform trousers, soaking into the fabric and leaving large, wet patches behind. At this rate, Shepard was going to stain every inch of his subordinate's uniform — and that was reason enough to make a decision. He needed those pants off her.
Easier said than done. When Shepard tried to simply yank them down, the trousers held tight to Ashley's hips — stubbornly clinging to those delicious curves thanks to a well-fastened belt. Before he could curse under his breath, Ashley turned her head slightly, just enough to speak — her voice soft, almost a whisper meant for his ears alone:
"Problem, sir? Mission impossible?"
That teasing tone lit a fuse in Shepard's already burning lust. Growling low in his throat, he pulled his hand away from her waist, slid it down, and quickly found the buckle. His fingers fumbled for only a second — the lock wasn't complicated — but Ashley didn't stop him. Her hand kept stroking his cock steadily, deliberately, as if encouraging him to focus and get the job done.
The pressure inside him only grew. Her grip around his cock — now fully hardened into a ten-inch rod of pure, pulsing need — made it impossible to think straight. He was already massive, but it felt like he could still swell larger if only the tight press of her perfect ass wasn't in the way. That exact squeeze — the way her cheeks hugged his length — gave Ashley the same kind of raw stimulation as the ruthless attention Shepard had been giving her nipples minutes ago. She could feel the Captain's lust like heat radiating off steel, every throb of his cock echoing through her hand and setting her own body ablaze. And gods, her pussy — slick, aching, soaked — craved touch so badly it made her muscles tense with longing.
Finally, the belt gave way. Fueled by her snide comment and the frustration of having to wrestle with her uniform, Shepard didn't waste time. With zero finesse and zero fucks given, he grabbed the waistband of her trousers and yanked them down with rough, impatient hands. He didn't care who might see, who might suspect. The crowd was still there, packed in around them — but none of it mattered. He wanted skin. Now.
Ashley tried to help in whatever way she could — shifting her hips, rolling them side to side — and had no idea just how intensely that stimulated the rock-solid cock pressed tight between her cheeks. Each sway, each arch, dragged her ass across his length, and the sensation made him grind his teeth just to keep from groaning out loud.
As soon as her pants were down, both Shepard and Ashley lost their minds from the feeling of flesh against flesh. The girl's soft, smooth skin radiated warmth in response to the touch of the Captain's stone-hard cock, thick and laced with bulging veins.
"Shit, sir," she breathed — and just hearing her use his rank in that tone made his cock swell even harder, already pressing painfully between her cheeks.
He was going mad with the desire burning through him, and there was nothing he wanted more than to drive his cock into the sergeant's tight little pussy. The reality around them was dissolving in a sea of lust, two human bodies pressed together, drowning in heat. To stifle the moan threatening to escape from the maddening feel of her soft ass grinding against his rock-hard length, Shepard leaned in close to Ashley's ear. His breath was hot, searing, and it was driving her wild — barely in control of her body, she bit down on her full lips in a desperate attempt to keep the moan inside. She nearly managed — but at that exact moment, Shepard's lips found her earlobe and gave it a light bite.
The beauty shuddered as goosebumps rippled across her body. Sensing her responsiveness, Shepard ran his tongue along the rim of her ear, shamelessly licking her as he listened to the involuntary moan that slipped from her lips.
"Yes…" Ashley breathed out, and her hand started stroking his cock faster, making it even harder for him to resist the urge to moan right into her ear. But the pressure at the tip of his shaft, caught between their bodies, was becoming unbearable. His cock was fully hard now — a full twelve inches — and straining with need. With no space left between their tightly pressed bodies, it bent under its own size, sending flashes of sharp, aching pain through him.
Shifting his hips, Shepard pushed his cock lower, letting it slip down between her thighs until it nestled right against her pussy, separated only by the thin fabric of her tiny panties.
Ashley was so wet, the slickness from her dripping pussy had completely soaked the fabric, now clinging to her lips and smearing her arousal all over his shaft, letting it glide easily along her slit. Then, without warning, she pulled her hand from the base of his cock and brought it down to her own center — and before Shepard could react, her fingers gripped his pulsing tip from the front.
She pressed it tight against her drenched slit and began moving it back and forth, letting herself bask in the sweet friction of his thick shaft rubbing along her soaked lips, nudging them apart, dragging them open. The fabric of her panties was soaked through.
Overwhelmed by arousal, the captain began kissing Ashley's neck, nibbling her skin and inhaling the scent of her jet-black hair. The girl tilted her head obediently, giving in to his touch, and at the very moment when the captain's lips latched onto the skin of her neck, the beauty slipped her fingers under her panties and pushed them aside.
The thick head of Shepard's cock slipped into her hot, trembling pussy on the first try. His brain exploded with sparks, pleasure flooded him, and his vision blurred. No longer in control of his body, consumed by the lust that filled his mind, the SPECTRE pushed his hips forward, filling Ashley's hole with his cock. Her pussy was so wet that the captain's thick shaft slid in without the slightest effort. With a wet squelch, the sergeant's pussy wrapped around Shepard's cock, surprisingly quickly adjusting to the captain's considerable size. Still, John was too turned on to care whether or not it caused her any discomfort.
How could Shepard have known that just a few days ago the sergeant's pussy had been stretched by something much bigger? That Ashley had to order an indecently expensive restorative cream from Thessia to bring sensitivity back to her hole? The ointment had worked, and all the discomfort left after the krogan's rough intrusion gradually faded — but the sergeant still worried that her pussy had been stretched too far and wouldn't be able to enjoy normal human cocks anymore. Ashley had seriously considered buying herself a toy just to make sure she could still feel pleasure from sex with someone of her own species, but life had surprised her with a packed elevator and a horny captain who decided to take advantage of her hole.
Feeling the captain's cock inside, Ashley felt an immense relief that she could still feel full — which meant her pussy was still tight enough to give her pleasure. Ashley did remember that the captain's cock was larger than average, and the thought flashed through her mind — what if he's the only one who can give her that sense of fullness now? But the sensations flooding her when Shepard's cock entered her aching pussy were so strong that the beauty, hovering right on the edge of euphoria, couldn't think about anything except the pleasure.
She began to move, impaling herself on the captain's cock, barely holding back a moan each time the massive shaft slid out of her pussy. Her wet hole squelched with every thrust, not wanting to let go of the man's cock, and every time Ashley leaned forward, letting Shepard's shaft slide partway out of her wet little cunt, her body was overwhelmed by a burning, irritating need to be filled again. So as soon as the captain's cock slipped out of her, she moved back, thrusting herself sharply onto it and losing her mind from the pleasure as her ass slammed into the captain's pelvis. That meant his cock was buried completely inside her. Feeling the shape of that massive shaft with every cell of her aching pussy, the girl kept climbing the staircase of pleasure, higher and higher toward the peak.
It became impossible to manage the pleasure once Shepard took control of the pace and depth of his thrusts. Timing it perfectly with the moment Ashley leaned forward, pulling his cock almost entirely from her blissfully stretched pussy, he pulled back as well — the girl was too impatient, too eager to reach her climax, trying to impale herself on his cock as fast as possible, while Shepard wanted to fuck his subordinate's tight cunt slow and rough, dragging out the pleasure she'd earned. As a result of his motion, his shaft nearly slipped out of Ashley completely, and the girl let out a loud, disappointed gasp — even a little panicked. The sound carried, but with the elevator buzzing with conversations, quiet background music, and soft system chimes, only Shepard — and maybe Tali — would've heard it.
Ashley, feeling the emptiness left by the sudden withdrawal of the Captain's cock, immediately moved back to fix it. And when she did, Shepard thrust forward at the same time. Their bodies collided, and the girl gasped, biting her lips hard enough to draw blood — his cock drove deeper than before, reaching parts of her pussy only Wrex's monstrous cock had ever touched. Ashley arched her back and pushed her hips out, inviting the Captain to fuck her however he wanted — and Shepard gladly accepted the invitation. He didn't speed up, sticking to his chosen rhythm. It let Ashley feel the shape of his invading cock with every millimeter of her body.
Trying to stay quiet was no longer an option. A deep, involuntary moan escaped from Williams's lips, loud enough to raise alarms. Shepard reacted instantly, lifting his hand from her hips and clamping it over her mouth. She couldn't hold back — her body was overcome with ecstasy, and a muffled groan vibrated against his palm.
Out of the corner of his eye, Shepard saw Tali turning her helmeted head slightly, clearly drawn by the suspicious sounds coming from behind her. It didn't seem like she could see what was happening from her angle, but Shepard wasn't about to take chances. Pulling away from Ashley's neck, he brought his mouth to her ear and whispered in a hard, threatening voice:
"You're going to shut up, Sergeant."
She let out something muffled — barely resembling "Yes, sir!" — and at the same time thrust her ass back again, practically begging him to go faster. Shepard realized the girl wasn't in control of her body anymore, or of the pleasure it was absorbing. She might promise to keep quiet, but he couldn't count on that. And just like that, Ashley moaned again — louder, raw — and it was the last straw.
The Captain froze, halting his thrusts, though the thick head of his cock still remained inside her dripping pussy. Williams instantly began moving her hips, grinding herself back onto him, forcing that massive cock deeper and deeper into her. Her pussy clamped down around him, sucking him in, and she moaned loudly into his palm — no longer caring about anything around her.
Now even Tali wasn't the only one glancing their way — a few nearby aliens were also starting to take notice.
Shepard wasn't afraid of being seen, but he knew his crew wouldn't be thrilled to find themselves in the middle of a public scandal. Wanting to quiet Ashley down just a bit more, the Captain pushed two fingers — his middle and index — straight into her mouth.
Ashley, overwhelmed and completely overtaken by euphoria, didn't hesitate. She started sucking immediately. Her tongue worked desperately, hungrily around his fingers. The moans quieted, but now it was Shepard who groaned — her tongue was lapping at his fingers with the same desperation as if they were a sweet, juicy candy she couldn't get enough of. And that wasn't all — Ashley began swallowing, taking his fingers deeper, gagging slightly, covering them in spit and licking it all up like it was nothing.
And it worked. Her moans were muffled now — her mouth, and even her throat, were too busy.
With his noisy lover properly silenced, Shepard returned to the main event. His hips began to move again, and the sergeant immediately felt his thick cock stretch her wet pussy all over again. It felt even tighter now — and her movements were more frantic. Eyes squeezed shut, Ashley had lost her grip on her own emotions. She wasn't thinking anymore — just feeling.
Shepard's cock wasn't just filling her cunt — it was filling her whole being, flooding her mind, consuming her every thought, every nerve ending. She was drowning in bliss, and the Captain knew — she was right on the edge. So close to cumming…
Shepard suddenly felt a wave of anger rise inside him. Ashley Williams always carried herself like she was proud, untouchable, in control — setting clear boundaries and acting like nothing could get to her. But after the way she had thrown herself at his cock a week ago, with the determination and precision of an experienced bitch in heat, Shepard started to realize that her cold sergeant facade was just that — a mask. Underneath it was a greedy, cock-hungry slut. And back then, she'd left him without an orgasm.
Now he felt she was about to do the same thing.
What she hadn't accounted for was that the captain had seen right through her. So, when she moved forward — trying to slide his cock out of her dripping slit — John pulled back too, letting her pussy release him completely. By now she wasn't even licking his fingers — just sucking them down her throat with her eyes rolled back, overcome by both the pressure in her throat and the waves of heat rushing through her body from how his cock had been working her soaking cunt.
The moment Ashley realized he'd pulled out, she pushed back, desperate to return the Captain's cock to where it belonged — buried deep in her pussy, where it could keep stretching her until she broke. But Shepard had a different idea.
He knew the moment he put it back in her pussy, she'd cum. All it would take was one deep thrust. Instead, with the same hand that had been squeezing her tits earlier, he grabbed the base of his cock and guided it somewhere else — to her other hole. Her body froze. Shepard could practically feel her heart stop.
Wanting to show her exactly what she meant to him in that moment — nothing more than a needy whore begging to be used — Shepard shoved his fingers deeper down her throat, until he felt her gag around them, her throat tensing hard in an attempt to resist what he was doing. Ashley shook her head slightly, trying to pull away from the choking pressure, but each movement brought new pain — and Shepard knew it. He grabbed her head and held her close, whispering coldly, without room for argument:
"You need to understand something, Williams — I'm in charge."
The head of his cock started rubbing against her asshole, smearing her tight little rim with precum and the slickness from her soaked pussy. He expected her to pull away, to twist her hips and try to make it harder for him — but she didn't. She stood still. All he could feel was her fast breathing, but he couldn't tell whether it came from fear or arousal. Maybe both.
To test his theory — and tease her a little — he wrapped his hand around the base of his cock and slapped it hard against her dripping cunt. Her body started to tremble almost immediately. His fingers were now drowning in the spit gushing from her mouth, and he could've sworn he heard a low moan of raw, animal pleasure slip out behind the muffled groan.
That made him smile.
Maybe Ashley was even filthier than he'd thought — more addicted to rough sex and the twisted pleasure it brought her than he ever imagined. The feeling of losing control, of being dominated, seemed to trigger something deep inside her. Wanting to make sure, the captain slapped her soaked lips again — hard — and when he felt her body twitch even more, he started hitting her pussy with his cock faster, harder, watching her tremble under the impact.
She was close again. He could feel it.
"No, Sergeant," the captain muttered, "today I'm going to cum too."
And then came the surprise.
Ashley's hand — the same one that had stroked him earlier, the one that had guided his cock into her pussy — wrapped around him again. Shepard expected her to shove him back inside her hot little cunt. But instead, she brought the tip of his cock to her asshole — and slowly, deliberately, pushed herself back.
"Fuck…" Shepard muttered — louder than he should've. The pleasure from the sergeant's actions crashed over him like a wave, and for a moment his vision blurred — John hadn't expected her to take control so aggressively. Losing his sense of direction for a split second, he instinctively reached out with his free hand to grab Ashley by the waist, just to steady himself — but instead, his fingers brushed against someone else's hips.
Tali'Zorah's.
Shepard froze, still dazed from the euphoria, not immediately realizing that his hand was touching the wrong woman. Only a second or two later did it hit him. He jerked slightly, trying to pull away — but just at that moment, Tali shifted her weight from one foot to the other, and the Captain's wide hand slid from her curvy hip right onto her ass.
Apparently, at some point, her kinetic barrier had deactivated, and the aliens surrounding her had taken full advantage, pressing in closer than before. The movement pushed her even tighter between Shepard and Ashley behind her.
Until Ashley's first loud moan, Tali had no idea what was happening just behind her. But when she turned her head at the strange sound, she saw more than Shepard had hoped.
She didn't just see his face — tense, twisted in raw sexual pleasure. She saw his cock. Clearly buried in Sergeant Williams.
She couldn't see the human woman's face — the angle kept Ashley hidden — but Tali didn't need to. She knew full well that Williams wasn't the kind of girl who would just silently endure being used against her will. Which meant, if she wasn't fighting… if she wasn't even protesting…
She wanted this. She liked being fucked like this — raw, messy, and shameless.
Tali couldn't believe it. Shepard and Williams were actually enjoying themselves. They were having sex in the middle of a packed elevator — surrounded by people, barely inches away from her.
It was so wrong. So inappropriate. So…
…sexual.
"Oh, Tali… what's wrong with you…" the quarian thought to herself.
It had barely been over a day since she'd walked in on Joker jerking off, and the memory of the first naked human body she had ever seen was still far too vivid. She remembered how she had stared at the Normandy pilot's cock, transfixed, unable to look away for some reason. Who knew how that unexpected encounter in the ship's storage area would've ended — luckily, Joker had passed out on the spot, diffusing the tension. Probably just overwhelmed when he realized he'd been caught in the act. Tali hadn't pushed her luck and had slipped out right away, which turned out to be the smart move — when Joker came to, he didn't remember anything and went on treating her like nothing had happened.
But Tali couldn't get that human cock out of her head.
She'd never seen one before. And now, comparing the size of Joker's penis to the reproductive anatomy of quarian males — stuff she'd seen back in anatomy lessons on the Flotilla — she couldn't believe how much bigger humans were. The curiosity burned in her, and she ended up diving into the extranet, spending hours there, fascinated by the variety of human male genitals. They came in different shapes, curves, ridges — but the biggest shock? Every single one of them was bigger than anything she'd seen from her own species.
At first, she didn't know what to think of it. But now, seeing Captain Shepard's cock in full view, she suddenly felt something completely new — something unfamiliar and powerful. That massive human cock captivated her in a way she hadn't expected. Her body responded before her mind could even process what she was feeling. Tiny nipples, hidden under the thick layers of her suit, tightened. Her mouth filled with saliva. And most of all — a warm, tingling heat bloomed between her legs.
It felt… amazing. So much so that Tali felt an overwhelming need to touch herself. She'd done it before — it wasn't like she didn't know her own body — but never had she been turned on just from looking at a cock. But Shepard's… it was something else.
Trying to be as discreet as possible, barely moving at all, Tali folded her hands at her waist and pressed them lightly against her crotch, muttering a quiet curse to herself. Her suit made it nearly impossible to feel anything — she couldn't even get the smallest bit of pressure to register through the material. The frustration of being unable to relieve even the slightest part of her building arousal hit her hard. And Ashley's moans behind her weren't helping. Did the sergeant really think no one could hear her? Or maybe Tali was hearing it so clearly because she was standing so close? Or because she was deliberately listening… completely consumed by a strange, unfamiliar interest in what was happening?
Soon, she heard Shepard's moan too. That tipped her over the edge — she couldn't help herself. She turned around again. And what she saw made her freeze in stunned silence.
She'd heard of this kind of sexual act before. But never witnessed it. Now, just inches from her, she was watching Captain Shepard's thick, long, stone-hard cock sink into the sergeant's ass — and instead of resisting, instead of pulling away like logic and physiology would suggest, Ashley was guiding him. Helping him push deeper into her dark little hole.
It was so wrong. So unnatural. And yet… so beautiful.
Arousal flooded through Tali, overriding all reason. Her body had betrayed her — the desire was so overwhelming that even the smallest motion sent a tingle straight between her legs. She tried to push the filthy thoughts of Shepard's cock out of her mind, to erase the image of the captain's organ burned into her young consciousness. But the more she struggled to suppress it, the stronger it grew. Her heart was racing, her breath quick and shallow — she tried to calm herself, tried to regain control.
And then his hand landed on her thigh.
A bolt of electricity shot through her. No one had ever touched her like that — not a human, not anyone. The massive hand of the man rested along the curve of her hip so naturally, so confidently, that it never even crossed her mind to push it away. And her traitorous body — waiting for this exact moment while her mind was too busy wrestling with her emotions — acted on its own. Tired of standing still for so long, it shifted her weight to the other leg.
That movement made Shepard's hand slide. Onto her ass. His heavy hand settled on the quarian's backside, and she felt his bold fingers start to stroke through the firm fabric of her suit.
When his hand landed on Tali's ass, Shepard paused, waiting for her reaction. He fully expected the young alien to recoil — maybe even gasp loud enough to draw the attention of everyone packed in the elevator around their pressed-together trio. But the girl said nothing. Her body didn't move at all. It froze. And that was all the signal he needed.
At the same time, Shepard's cock was still working its way into Ashley's ass — and it was slow going. She was so tight that even with plenty of slickness and the eager movements of both their aroused bodies, just getting the thick head inside was a struggle. For a moment, John even considered giving up on her asshole entirely and sliding back into her hot, soaking pussy — fucking her the way she deserved. Even if she came screaming, gushing all over his cock, he wouldn't stop until he filled that greedy hole with cum. And he wouldn't give a damn how loud she got when she finally realized he wasn't chasing her pleasure — only his own — and that her body was nothing more than a vessel for his release.
But while Shepard debated pulling out, Ashley stayed committed. Determined. He had no doubt she was in pain — his cock was far too big for her tight little hole — but Williams was taking it. More than that: she started rotating her hips, trying to help it in. And finally, with a soft, strained pop, the head of his cock pushed past the tight ring of her asshole.
The pressure was insane. The way her ass squeezed his cock made his vision spark — and without thinking, as if needing to channel the flood of physical sensation, he clutched Tali's ass harder.
The suit was sturdy — but right there, around her hips and ass, the material was softer. Probably designed for flexibility, for ease of movement. And Shepard enjoyed the feel of her through it. The curve. The firmness. The spring in her hips. He found himself wondering — how the hell had he never noticed this before?
Ashley's asshole clung tightly to the crown of his cock. Shepard was still stunned by her determination — it had taken her just seconds to adjust to the thickest part of his shaft. Her hand no longer wrapped around him, but his cock was as hard as ever, and he didn't need her help to bury it deeper in her ass. Her palm slid back between her legs, fingers finding her soaked pussy and rubbing it feverishly as she gave herself over completely to the man fucking her ass.
But he wasn't far from the edge either. Shepard had thought he had a solid lead on Ashley — that her orgasm was still a ways off — but Tali's involvement had thrown everything into chaos. The quarian still hadn't made a single move to stop his hand from groping her, and so the captain let that same hand roam, exploring the curves of her ass through the suit. He couldn't resist dragging his fingers back along her hips — the shape of her drove him insane.
At the same time, Ashley pushed herself back, taking his cock even deeper. A full four inches disappeared into her surprisingly accepting ass, and her body shivered violently — wracked with pleasure so intense it left her trembling uncontrollably. Even with Shepard's fingers shoved deep in her mouth, her moans spilled out, muffled but too loud to ignore.
She was right at the edge. Her fingers flew over her clit with desperate speed, chasing climax with everything she had. She couldn't control the sounds anymore — Shepard had to clamp his hand over her mouth again, but it was useless. The moans didn't stop, only dulled under his palm. And now it was obvious: Tali knew. She knew what was happening just behind her. And somehow, even while Shepard was groping her ass, she still wasn't pulling away.
That realization hit him hard — the quarian was letting him do this. Willingly. The idea that he was surrounded by not one, but two women letting him do whatever he wanted with their bodies pushed him right to the edge. He felt it — that unstoppable rush building in his core, the kind that couldn't be held back. Orgasm was seconds away. A tidal wave of pleasure was crashing toward him.
And he was going to make those last seconds count.
He didn't care whether Tali would let him go further — she'd already shown that her perfect alien ass was his to handle. Now he wanted to know just how far her submissiveness went. He slapped her ass and smirked — the smack landed pretty hard, and Tali didn't react at all. Of course, the suit's material absorbed most of it, so it didn't actually hurt. But then the girl felt his hand drop lower — and grab her between the legs, bold as hell, like her whole body belonged to him.
Tali crossed her arms over her chest, trying to keep herself from shaking. The pleasure coursing through her body was too much. Who would've thought Shepard could light a fire in her belly with just a few touches — a fire she couldn't put out — and make her want those thick human fingers to touch her soaked, flushed, violet folds?
And when it finally happened — when his hand grabbed her like he owned her — the moan that slipped from her lips wasn't much quieter than Ashley's. The only thing that kept it hidden was the filtration in her helmet. Even standing right beside her, Shepard didn't hear a thing. What kept her from coming right then and there was the damn suit — it was too thick. Too rigid. She couldn't feel enough. The pressure was there, but not the sensation. It made her body surrender completely, but it wasn't enough to push her over the edge. And that was driving her crazy.
And Shepard was losing his mind for a different reason. The way Tali leaned into his touch. The way her hips subtly pressed back. His cock was throbbing, aching — he couldn't hold it anymore. His balls felt ready to burst. He could feel how much cum was sitting there, demanding release, and it was all he could think about now.
He pulled his fingers out of Ashley's mouth — ignoring the thick string of spit that stuck to them and then smeared across her cheek. Caught in pure, primal lust, he grabbed her by the hair and yanked hard. Ashley moaned, but he didn't care. He didn't care about her moans, or the risk of getting caught. There were two gorgeous women at his side: one melting under his hand, and the other about to break on his cock.
Even if a spotlight hit him now and the whole elevator turned to stare, Shepard wouldn't stop. Ashley's moans faltered anyway — because Shepard shoved his fingers deep into her mouth again, pressing until her throat clenched around them. A rough, low growl ripped from his throat just as the girl's body was overwhelmed by orgasm. Her legs trembled. Her fingers were a blur on her clit, spreading her juices as she came hard. Her body went limp, collapsing into his arms just as he followed her over the edge. His chest rose and fell with heavy breaths while he emptied himself into her ass. Her tight hole clutched at him, swallowing every thick spurt of cum he had to give. He leaned into her, forehead against her temple, feeling how completely she'd gone soft in his hold.
Even after climax, his cock stayed hard, twitching, still dripping inside her. And when he pulled out, the rush of hot, white cum spilled down her thighs and splattered on the elevator floor.
"…Goddamn, Shepard…" Ashley's voice shook.
She tried to straighten up, but her legs weren't ready to cooperate. Tilting her head, she looked up at him. For a few seconds, they just stared — like neither of them needed words. And then she gave a little shake of her head, trying to pull her scrambled thoughts back together. Before standing on her own, she shot him a crooked grin — and that spark in her eyes was enough to make his cock twitch again.
The tip brushed against her bare ass. She raised her brows, smirked, and said, voice dripping with wicked charm:
"I say we save round two for later, sir."
At the same time, Shepard realized his hand was no longer cupping Tali's firm ass. Unlike Ashley, the quarian didn't say a word — though the captain was sure her mind was racing with some very colorful thoughts. She turned slightly, shifting sideways between the crowded passengers, somehow finding just enough room for her body to move.
"Lower level — Residential Sectors," the lift's VI announced as the doors slid open.
The crowd of aliens surged forward instantly, pouring out, and within seconds Shepard felt he could finally breathe. He rolled his shoulders back, grateful for the space.
"What a shame it can't go even slower, huh, sir?" Ashley's voice was perfectly innocent as she looked back at him. She was already fully dressed, her face cleaned up, the smudged makeup fixed, the spit wiped away. The only thing left to suggest what had just happened was the vivid mark on her neck — a hickey from when Shepard had lost control in the heat of it all.
While the captain wrestled his still-stiff cock back into his pants, the sergeant stepped around him and headed toward the exit. That left only Tali standing nearby. Her shoulders rose and fell with each heavy breath, and she barely moved.
Buttoning up his trousers, Shepard glanced toward her face, trying to get a read on what she was thinking — but all he could see were the faint outlines of her face through the visor, and those glowing eyes locked right onto his.
Her gaze didn't waver. He blinked, caught off guard by how sharp it was.
"Zip up, Captain," she said at last.
Then, brushing so close that his hand grazed her hip, she walked out of the lift behind Ashley.