Characters: John Shepard, Tali'Zorah nar Rayya
Location: M35 "Mako," Planet Mavigon
Shepard yanked the control stick hard to the right, trying to steer around a jagged outcrop jutting up through the snow. The Mako skidded, tires growling against the ice, but the armored vehicle stabilized with a snarl and kept moving across the winding frozen plain. Outside, a full-blown blizzard raged: snow whipped in every direction, a white curtain that cut visibility down to maybe a hundred feet. The storm had hit not long after they left the ruins of the pirate base — and thank god it hadn't come earlier. Fighting in this mess would've been almost impossible.
Even now, driving the Mako demanded every ounce of Shepard's focus. Navigating through the soup of snow was hellish; everything outside blurred into a whitewash of motion, and only the nav system kept them on course. Mavigon — a frozen, merciless world on the fringes of Citadel space — barely saw sunlight through its dense, dust-heavy atmosphere. Cold ruled here, and storms like this were routine. Temperatures hovered around minus one-twenty Celsius on a good day, but now, with the storm in full swing, it had to be even lower.
The earlier firefight had been short but tense. Only the coordinates from Helena Blake had let them strike fast and hard — no time for the enemy to mount any real defense. Shepard knew exactly what Blake was doing: using his Spectre status as a weapon, cleaning house for her own gain. She probably thought she could tame him — with money, tech, and underworld clout. But Shepard already knew how their next meeting would go. He'd demand she shut her entire operation down. And if she refused… well, blowing up pirate outposts had become routine for him and his crew. He wasn't a merc. He was a Spectre. If Helena forgot that — he'd remind her.
For now, though, the Mako's cabin buzzed with a quiet, tired satisfaction. Rex's breathing was the loudest thing in the transport — slow and steady, unfazed. The massive krogan took up most of the available space, packed into his Colossus-10 heavy armor. Battle scars crisscrossed the plates, each one a story. Rex was brute force made flesh — whatever tried to stop him ended up face down in the snow, silent and broken.
Tali, by contrast, looked like she barely belonged on the same battlefield. Young and slight, almost fragile-looking in her purple suit, she'd turned the tide not with firepower but with finesse. Her hacking had been flawless — reprogrammed turrets had chewed through the enemy ranks, forcing the surviving pirates to retreat deeper into the base, clinging to hopeless defenses. When three of them made a break for the Mako, Tali had been waiting. Calm. Ready.
Even Rex cracked a grin listening to her retell how the pirates froze mid-charge when the Mako's hatch opened and they were greeted by her shotgun pointed right at their chests.
Shepard had just opened his mouth to throw out a dry comment when the Mako jolted violently — one of the front wheels, damaged in the fight, finally gave out. In the next instant, the heavy vehicle bounced, lost traction, and slammed into an icy ridge with a brutal metallic screech. The whole cabin shook with the impact.
"Shit!" Shepard hissed.
Inside the vehicle, the main lights immediately cut out. Control panels flickered red, warning indicators blinking erratically as one screen after another went dark.
"Life support's unresponsive," Tali reported right away, leaning over the interface. "Heating systems have shifted into emergency mode. I'll try a manual reset — hold on…"
She typed in a quick series of commands, but the console responded only with a dull error tone.
"No good. The overheat protection system is dead — it's getting faulty readings and thinks the outside temperature is higher than it really is. The sensors are damaged. If I force a restart, the whole system could fry."
"What about comms?" Shepard asked, already guessing the answer.
"Storm's jamming everything. Not even the emergency channel's getting through. Normandy's beacon won't reach us unless we activate the external relay manually. And even then — only if the storm lets us."
The Mako was sinking into silence now, the only sounds coming from a few pitiful beeps on the remaining interface panels. The cold had started creeping in — slow, steady, and merciless.
"Damn it…" Shepard muttered, slamming a palm against the console. "We've got maybe two hours, tops. After that, backup circuits start dropping."
Silence followed, broken only by the howl of the blizzard outside.
"Well, looks like I've got to save your asses again," Rex grumbled, folding his arms and shifting lazily in his seat.
"Wait, you're seriously going out there alone?" Tali lifted her head from the console, her voice muffled but clearly anxious.
"Someone's got to reach that relay," the krogan replied, activating the heating module in his armor. "You two stay in here... enjoy what little warmth's left, and hope I don't end up as a frozen meat statue."
"This is insane," Shepard shook his head. "We'll find another way."
Rex snorted.
"If there was another way, you'd have come up with it by now. Either I go, or you two turn into ice sculptures."
"I can go with you," Tali offered quietly, standing up.
"Sit your quarian ass down. This is krogan weather. Last thing I need is chasing your light frame through a damn blizzard," Rex shot back, already opening the rear hatch.
Shepard clenched his jaw. He knew arguing was pointless. Once Rex made a call, it was like a thresher maw on the move — you either got out of the way or got flattened.
"Come back alive. That's an order," Shepard said, forcing his voice to stay steady.
Rex turned and grinned.
"Is there any other option?"
And with that, he stepped into the swirling white void, vanishing so quickly that Tali didn't even have time to protest.
The minutes of waiting dragged on endlessly, turning into a viscous, almost physical sensation of time. Inside the Mako, it was getting colder with every passing second. At first, his breath became slightly more visible — clouds of vapor with each exhale. Then the panel by the door became covered in a thin layer of frost, and Shepard felt his shoulders tighten from the cold seeping into his skin. Even his trained body, used to harsh conditions, couldn't ignore the icy tendrils slowly creeping under his armor.
He tried to warm up — clenched and unclenched his fingers, rubbed his palms together. It helped almost not at all. Shepard cursed, regretting his last choice at the Citadel's weapon shop. His new armor offered excellent physical protection, and the shields could withstand a direct hit from a turret, but when it came to external weather conditions, the combat suit provided very little insulation. Throwing a glance at the environmental hazard indicator, the captain saw a red warning light. Freezing had shifted from "worst case scenario" into reality — it was now only a matter of time.
"We've got a serious problem," he exhaled, feeling his voice tremble, partly from anger. And as if in response to his internal admission, a soft, almost enveloping voice came from nearby:
"You're freezing, Shepard."
He looked up. Tali had risen from her seat and stood beside him. Her voice held an unusual care and... worry?
"It's fine," he dismissed her out of habit, but the confidence in his voice was already gone.
"No," she said gently but firmly. "I can see your vitals. If you don't warm up, in thirty minutes — that's it. Come to me."
Getting up from the driver's seat, Shepard winced. While he had been sitting nearly motionless, his body had been freezing slowly, but the moment he stood, the icy air gripped every fiber of the first human SPECTRE. He took a step. Another. Came up to Tali and stopped. He felt strange and awkward. In her thin suit she seemed so fragile, tiny — how could she protect him from the cold?
"That won't work," Tali added, catching his hesitation. "Your armor doesn't conduct heat. It's useless right now. Take it off, Shepard."
"But…"
"Don't be stubborn, Shepard. I won't let you freeze."
The captain didn't argue. He was getting so cold that for the slightest hint of warmth, he was ready to do anything without hesitation. Within a minute, he was left only in the thin Alliance uniform he wore under the suit. The cold immediately wrapped his body, locking him in, forcing him to shiver even more.
And then Tali embraced him, pulling him close. Her petite, slender frame pressed against Shepard's tall, muscular body, wrapping around him so tightly that John lost his breath for a moment. Instinctively, he wanted to pull away — but the next instant, he felt warmth. The young quarian's suit radiated a soft, steady heat, gradually driving the icy chill away from Shepard's skin. Relief washed over him, mingled with something else — something that made his heart beat faster.
"Don't be afraid, Shepard," came the quarian's whisper through her suit's speaker. She pressed against him even more tightly. The soft glow of her mask's filtration indicator blinked in rhythm with her breathing.
"I'll warm you, Shepard," her quiet voice promised. "I'm with you."
Everything about what was happening felt wrong to the captain. He was the girl's commanding officer, the leader of the landing party on this inhospitable planet, and in case of any problems, it was supposed to be him who came up with the solutions. But Tali had adapted faster to the situation, once again surprising the captain and reminding him that he was still severely underestimating the young alien. She wasn't some assigned girl he had to protect — she was a full-fledged companion, a valuable member of his ship's crew.
And then Shepard suddenly realized just how much Tali's closeness affected him. During the first days of her presence on the team, he hadn't even thought of the quarian as a woman — more like a child in a funny suit, a kid with an astonishing command of tech. But now his thoughts involuntarily drifted back to that moment in the elevator, when he first touched her in a way that wasn't just friendly or professional. And she had clearly liked the captain's rough caresses — Tali had let him grope her thighs and tight ass, and she'd visibly gotten aroused from his touch. Since that day, they'd behaved as if nothing unusual had happened, though the captain had caught himself more and more often stealing glances at the alien's stunning hips, imagining what her irresistible quarian ass looked like without the suit.
And now, Shepard realized, he was pressed up against the very body he had been thinking about — not for the first time. That realization lit something strange and hot inside him, making him instantly forget the howling blizzard outside and the freezing darkness engulfing the world around them.
It felt strange to sense the body of a quarian woman so clearly through her suit — the armor layer was much thinner and more flexible than Shepard had imagined. Most likely, in combat, she relied not on reinforced plates that made armor heavier and bulkier, but on her shields — currently disabled. She had obviously rerouted that energy into sustaining her suit's heating system, thoughtfully built into it by its engineers. And Shepard mentally thanked them — because of them, he now had the chance to press up against her delicate little frame, feeling every tempting curve of it, the warmth of her skin, and the quick breaths of the alien beauty. And as the cold began to recede, Shepard realized he was starting to get aroused.
It was impossible not to get aroused — all it took was for the captain to glance down at the lower half of the girl's body, tightly outlined by the fabric of her suit. Her sharply defined hips, shaped by the physiology of her people, looked almost as feminine as those of an asari. Her ass appeared slightly lifted due to the way quarian legs were structured, but that only made Tali's firm backside look even juicier. Sure, the idea that quarians couldn't remove their suits around other species put a lot of people in the galaxy off — any kind of sex with a quarian existed mostly in theory or fantasy — but Shepard couldn't care less about common opinion. He didn't need to strip Tali to get pleasure, and the arousal now stirring in his pants only confirmed that.
His breathing grew heavier. His heart was pounding harder. He even tried to pull slightly away from the girl, not entirely sure he wanted her to notice his rising arousal. But Tali immediately pulled him back in, wrapping her three-fingered hands around his torso.
Apparently, she'd taken the captain's movement as a sign that he was still cold, and pressed him tighter so he could better absorb the warmth radiating from her suit. But what she didn't realize was that by shifting her body, her amazing hips had stirred something far more pressing in Shepard's uniform trousers. He told himself it wasn't the time or place to be getting turned on — but he couldn't make himself pull away. Tali's hands rested gently on his back, and unaware of the effect she was having on him, she whispered:
"You'll be warm soon, Shepard. Press in closer."
Shepard could feel the blood roaring in his veins, his mind now flooded with utterly indecent thoughts — thoughts of how easily he could take her right here, right now, without wasting time on silly games. For some reason, the captain was convinced that Tali wasn't nearly as innocent as she looked. She'd surrendered to his rough touches in the elevator without hesitation, and she had clearly enjoyed them just as much as he had. So why shouldn't the captain indulge himself in a little pleasure now, while she was holding him so close?
Every contour of Tali's body was tangible. Shepard could feel her small breasts pressed firmly against his muscular chest, the curve of her pelvis snug against his own, and every shift of her body echoed directly in the growing tension between his legs. His cock was swelling, straining hard against the confines of his uniform. And Tali's fingers were tracing slow, soothing little circles along his back — as if trying to calm him — and it was unexpected, almost funny, but also incredibly sweet. Sweet, that such a small, fragile being was trying to take care of the strong, indomitable Commander Shepard.
He was so close to her now that he could feel the soft rhythm of her breath through the filter of her mask. And then, suddenly, he felt something else. A warmth spreading outward from the center of his body, washing over his entire being, making his skin tingle and his pulse quicken. His arousal was heating him from the inside far faster than any thermal device could. The icy barrier that had bound Shepard's movements began to melt rapidly.
"Tali..." he whispered.
The girl didn't answer, but her fingers slid from his back up to his shoulder. Her touch was so gentle it made him forget the storm raging outside, forget the cold, forget the looming threat of death surrounding them. He forgot everything — except the girl pressed against him right now. It felt like a dream — one he had no desire to wake from.
"Are you warmer now, Shepard?" Tali asked. Her voice came soft, almost soothing. Shepard had never heard her speak like that before — not to him, not to anyone. But then he remembered: they had never really spoken alone. There had always been someone else around — on missions, in Engineering. John made a mental note, right then and there, to find a place where he could talk with Tali in private. Maybe... in his quarters.
"Yes, Tali," Shepard answered for now. He didn't know how to tell her what he was feeling in that moment. He didn't want to scare her off or make her think he was trying to take advantage of the situation. But he also didn't want her pulling away — her warm, lingering touch felt nearly as good as the memory of her firm ass in his hands back in that elevator.
John had been replaying that moment far too often in his mind lately, and he was starting to regret how little attention he'd given the quarian. On the other hand, at the time, he'd been balls-deep in Sergeant Williams' tight little ass, so he didn't feel especially guilty.
Fortunately, Tali didn't pull away. She must've sensed the hesitation in his voice — and instead, she pressed even closer to Shepard, as if trying to merge with him completely. A shiver ran down his spine, but this time it had nothing to do with the cold. His heart was pounding faster, breath coming in shallow bursts, and the arousal between his legs had already taken shape as a solid, unmistakable bulge.
Shepard couldn't understand why the girl hadn't noticed it yet. Or had she? Was that why her hips kept pressing more insistently into his groin? Or was it just his imagination? No — he felt the subtle movements. The quarian was shifting, slowly, sensually grinding her exquisite ass against the captain's crotch, and the realization alone sent a jolt of pleasure rushing through his body.
His thoughts were suddenly interrupted by Tali's voice:
"You're still trembling, Shepard. Are you cold?"
Her voice was so soft, so concerned. He felt a pang of guilt. Maybe his young companion really was only trying to help him — and he'd already built up some wild fantasy in his head. Maybe all her movements, every action, were truly just about warming up her commander. The thought made Shepard feel a flicker of shame. He wanted to reassure her, to tell her everything was fine, but he wasn't sure what words to use.
Then again, Tali didn't give him the chance — or maybe she simply thought the cold was making it hard for him to speak.
"I have an idea to make you even warmer," she said.
And this time, Shepard could swear he heard something else in her voice — something that had no place in the way a soldier should speak to her commanding officer. There was a note of playfulness, and it struck him like a pulse of electricity. It was something he would never have expected from this young, supposedly shy girl who should've respected — maybe even feared — a SPECTRE like him. But Shepard would be lying if he said he didn't like this new side of Tali.
Especially when he realized what exactly she meant.
Because now, moving very slowly, deliberately, she pressed those unbelievably tempting hips tighter against the captain's growing erection — and turned her back to him.
His hands instinctively settled on her waist. His head spun from everything happening at once, but he fought to keep his mind clear. He no longer feared scaring her off with his thoughts or actions. Because now, he was sure — Tali wasn't just trying to warm her captain. She was teasing him. And the fact that she was doing it so skillfully, so innocently, so playfully… only fueled the fire roaring through Shepard's blood.
Shepard's palms slid slowly up Tali's waist, savoring the contours of her body through the thin material of her suit. His fingers traced her slender belly, and it took a monumental effort of will not to let his hands drift lower — to her tempting hips. His breathing grew heavier, and he could feel his arousal steadily rising. Then, from Tali's speaker, came a soft, barely audible moan — and that was all the signal Shepard needed.
His cock instantly throbbed, stiffening hard against the confines of his uniform. The bulge in his pants swelled, undeniable now, and Shepard no longer doubted that Tali not only felt it — but was enjoying it. Her beautiful, perky ass was pressed tightly against him, grinding ever so slightly. Shepard didn't hold back anymore. He lowered his hands, letting them explore the curves of her hips, then tightened his grip on her waist and pulled her in firmly.
Another moan, this one clearer, trembled through her speakers and into Shepard's ears. It was unmistakable now — the alien beauty wasn't pretending this was just professional. Her breathing was faster, shallower, tinged with unmistakable arousal, and then she subtly arched her back, moving her hips in slow, deliberate circles. She was teasing him, playing with him, knowing exactly what it was doing to him. And in that moment, he wanted only one thing — to rip open that damn suit and fuck her right there on the freezing floor of the Mako. But he held back. Instead, his hands began to roam again — kneading, caressing, exploring the sleek alien frame through the soft, flexible fabric of her suit. Every curve, every line of her quarian figure was being mapped under his touch.
Tali rolled her hips again, firmer this time, pressing her ass right into his aching cock. He couldn't take it anymore. The pressure inside him was unbearable. His cock strained against his pants, pulsing, desperate for release. His hands moved greedily over her, down her arms, across her shoulders, and back to the small, firm swell of her breasts. Confident now, he cupped them through the suit — small, tight, perfect — and then slipped his fingers down again, hungrily caressing her hips.
He found himself stunned, almost angry at how long it had taken him to appreciate just how outrageously sexy this alien girl's lower body was. His fingers worshipped the sensual lines of her frame, then slid down and grabbed her ass — full, firm, perfectly shaped for his palms.
Tali let out a surprised gasp, but didn't pull away. Quite the opposite — she pressed her backside harder against the thick bulge grinding against her suit.
"Shepard…" she whispered, her voice trembling. "I can feel you…"
He swallowed hard, gripping her hips even tighter. Feeling the thick ridge of his cock caught between the cheeks of her ass was agonizing. He ground forward harder, letting the stiff, fabric-clad length of his shaft push into that perfect ass — and Tali whimpered softly.
"Sorry," he murmured, though he didn't mean it. He had no intention of pulling back.
But the quarian shook her head. Her voice came through quiet, shaky:
"Don't be. I… I've always been curious about human anatomy. It's… fascinating."
Shepard let out a low chuckle, leaning in close to the back of her helmet.
"Fascinating?" he repeated, his voice now edged with a dark confidence.
"Yes," Tali admitted, her voice husky now. "And… arousing."
That was all the invitation he needed.
His hands rose again, gliding up her body with slow, controlled hunger. He claimed her petite frame as if she were already his. He found her breasts again, cupping the small mounds with both hands, squeezing gently. He couldn't feel her nipples through the suit's dense weave — but the way Tali gasped, moaned, and arched into his touch told him everything he needed to know. Her suit might separate them — but nothing could dampen her response.
"Shepard…" she moaned, her voice breathy, filled with need. "Please…"
Her hips pressed back into him harder now, her ass grinding in steady, needy rhythm against his pulsing cock, even as his hands continued to knead and stroke her breasts.
He touched her greedily, stunned he hadn't noticed sooner just how irresistibly shaped the alien's body really was. Sure, Tali's breasts weren't as large as Ashley's, or even Liara's — but they were perfect in their own way: firm, tight, and fit so perfectly in the commander's hands. And so sensitive — the moment Shepard gently squeezed her right breast, she shuddered, the tremor pure pleasure running straight through her.
Tali's breathing quickened, deepened, and Shepard couldn't stop himself — he had to explore more. His right hand slid lower, caressing her flat belly… and then lower still, pausing just for a second. He was teasing her now, savoring the heat rolling off her body, feeding on it. Tali was trembling in his arms, but she didn't move away. So Shepard let his hand keep sliding — all the way down, until his fingers pressed against the soft join between her thighs, right through the suit.
Her breath hitched. A soft moan slipped from her lips, barely audible through the speaker. Shepard's heart thundered in his chest — adrenaline and lust surged through him. His fingers moved slowly, deliberately, tracing slow, provoking circles over the suit's fabric where he knew her needy pussy waited beneath, hot and wet and aching for attention. He could feel the heat radiating through the material, and it lit a fresh fire in his gut.
"Shepard… please," Tali whispered — her voice thick with that same raw, desperate edge he'd heard from many lovers before. But this time, she was entirely his. A beautiful, vulnerable creature in his complete control, and he could do anything he wanted to her.
Which is why he didn't rush.
He wanted to give this gorgeous young alien the kind of pleasure she didn't even know she craved. He could feel it in her — that hungry, depraved little devil hiding beneath the quiet voice and innocent posture. She didn't seem to have much experience, and Shepard loved that about her — loved the fragile inexperience, the way she squirmed under his touch like a brand-new toy. Having such a stunning, youthful thing in his hands turned him on almost as much as her tight, round ass grinding against the bulge in his pants — a bulge that had been begging to be released for way too long.
The captain kept teasing her, fingers moving in slow, maddening circles, savoring the way Tali writhed in his arms. Every soft moan she let out made his cock throb harder, and her sensual little frame shivered with each stroke. Shepard growled low in his throat, pressing his body in tighter, unable to hide his own hunger. His cock was aching to be freed, aching to ram deep into this panting, eager little alien, to split her tight ass wide open and fill the Mako with her broken, begging cries.
But for now, his focus remained on her breasts — stroking, cupping, gently squeezing those perfect mounds, taking note of how each touch brought her a little closer to losing control. And finally, with some effort, he found what he was searching for — her nipple, stiff and taut, even through the suit. He pinched it gently. It wasn't easy through the thick fabric, but when he did it — she gasped. Loud.
"Oh… Keelah!"
This time, the moan that escaped Tali's lips was louder, longer than any before. And judging by the way she didn't seem even slightly embarrassed by it, she was so aroused she no longer cared how she sounded. Her voice had become music to Shepard's ears — every soft cry, every breathy whimper fed his growing desire and lit a thrill of triumph in his chest. He could feel how close she was, teetering right on the edge, and he wanted to be the one to take her there. Maybe for the first time in her young life.
"Shepard," she whispered, her voice hoarse and desperate. "Please… I can't anymore."
He knew exactly what she meant. He could feel the tension building in her body, the heat, the need, the way her whole frame strained toward release. With a low growl, Shepard slid his hand lower again — this time slipping it directly between her legs, pressing against her through the suit, stroking her firmly.
The reaction was immediate. It was like electricity ripped through her — Tali gasped, loud and raw, and clamped her thighs around his hand.
"Shepard!" she cried out, squirming, trembling. He touched her gently, teasing her, savoring every twitch of her body, the way she responded to every subtle motion of his fingers. He didn't know much about quarian anatomy, not really — but he didn't need to. He could feel how wet she must be under that suit, and even if he couldn't physically feel it, just the thought of it sent a firestorm racing through his veins.
Tali was practically screaming now. The filter indicator on her mask blinked like a damn Christmas tree, and her speakers filled the Mako with sharp, gasping moans. Sometimes she murmured words in quarian — rapid, breathless things his translator couldn't even catch — and that alone told him how far gone she was. How many other aliens in the galaxy had ever been touched like this by a human? By him?
Shepard felt a flicker of pride — even if they were both still fully suited. This contact, this moment, still meant something. Something primal.
He didn't stop.
Her moans kept rising, her back arching, her body twisting against him, breath coming in broken, needy bursts. He could feel her heat, her desperation — and it pushed his own need to the brink.
"Shepard, I… I…" she tried to speak, but her voice dissolved into another helpless moan.
"I know, baby," he growled, his own voice shaking with arousal. "Don't hold back. I've got you."
And then he picked up the pace — fingers working faster, more firmly, two precise strokes that sent her straight over the edge.
Tali screamed. Her entire body buckled, waves of pleasure crashing through her as she came hard in his arms. Her knees gave out, and she would've collapsed if Shepard hadn't caught her — pressing her against his chest, holding her tightly as the aftershocks shook through her frame. She was trembling, writhing, panting into her helmet, and Shepard just held her there, stunned by the intimacy of it all.
He'd never expected anything like this — not from her. Not from quiet, reserved, focused little Tali. But the way she'd exploded in his arms, the raw intensity of her climax… it was unforgettable.
When her orgasm finally ebbed, Tali went limp against him, melting into his arms. He held her, both of them breathing hard, sweat slicking his body under the suit, blood still roaring in his ears. They didn't say anything for a long moment — there was nothing that needed to be said. The silence between them was warm, electric.
Eventually, Shepard reached up, brushing his hands slowly over her arms, her shoulders, her neck — grounding her again, gently coaxing her back to herself.
"You okay?" he asked softly, even though he already knew she wouldn't be able to answer him right away. She was still shaking, still lost in the afterglow of the orgasm he'd just given her.
But that wasn't enough for the captain. He wanted more. And while Tali could barely stay upright on her shaky legs, Shepard began to grope her ass with rough, domineering hands. The quarian gasped when his fingers dug into her rear with bruising force, but she didn't stop him. On the contrary — she shifted slightly, pushing her ass back just a bit, giving the man even better access.
Like a predator that had finally caught its prey, Shepard set about exploring her juicy ass, smacking her cheeks and drinking in the way they bounced with each slap, the way her firm backside reacted to his every touch. More than anything in the world right now, Shepard wanted to fuck that tight little ass — and the maddening realization that he couldn't, that despite her hidden depravity Tali was still off-limits, was driving him insane.
Meanwhile, Tali's moans were growing louder. The spasms from her first orgasm had passed, and now she was simply enjoying the way Shepard handled her ass. This obedient little slut deserved a reward — and Shepard delivered, landing a series of crisp, ringing smacks on her cheeks, blood rushing to his cock at the sounds echoing from the speakers of her suit. It was clear the horny little alien liked it when her ass was treated rough, and the captain was losing his mind at the injustice of not being able to bury his throbbing cock deep inside her needy asshole.
And for that audacity — though it wasn't even truly her fault — Shepard decided she needed punishment. The commander grabbed Tali between the legs without warning, and began grinding his fingers against her in firm, ruthless circles — rougher than before. But he was certain the filthy slut would love it. And she did. The girl started squeezing her own tits through the suit, pressing hard on her nipples, confirming what Shepard had suspected all along: the alien bitch wanted to be touched this way. She craved it — hard, commanding, merciless.
Shepard was sure that if circumstances were different, if they weren't both sealed inside armor, Tali wouldn't just let him fuck her ass — she'd beg for it. But for now, he'd have to settle for gripping those tight cheeks in his hands and listening to the sounds she made — moans so loud, it felt like his cock was already buried balls-deep in her tight little quarian asshole, splitting her open while she moaned his name. Even if it wasn't happening yet, there were other ways to make them both feel good.
His fingers were moving faster now, more deliberately, and Shepard knew exactly how to touch his slim, deceptively fragile lover to maximize her pleasure. Tali was moaning uncontrollably, and her body quickly began to tremble with the telltale signs of another orgasm. She screamed, her figure arching beautifully in his arms, back curved with ecstasy. The sight of her stunning body shaking in his grasp nearly pushed Shepard over the edge himself — but he held back, focusing on the perfect roundness of her alien ass, which he rewarded with several harsh, resounding spanks that left his palm tingling and her rear quivering.
Tali's chest rose and fell as she tried to catch her breath. Shepard pulled the girl close, feeling her body twitch with aftershocks of orgasm. He held her in his arms, his own heart pounding fast, and his hands were still stroking her thighs. Tali looked at him through her mask, her eyes filled with gratitude — and something else. Something more.
"Shepard," she whispered. "That was… oh, Keelah…"
He smiled.
"I know," he replied. "I probably shouldn't have—"
"No, Shepard," she interrupted him, her voice full of emotion, and among it all, the captain clearly heard desire. "Don't apologize. That… that was amazing. I never thought it could feel so good."
She looked at Shepard through the visor — her eyes wide, and in them burned such lust that the commander's heart skipped a beat. Slowly, after a brief moment of hesitation, the girl sank to her knees in front of him. Her movements were uncertain, but there was such sensual submission in them that even the icy air inside the wrecked Mako suddenly felt irrelevant to the captain.
Shepard's attention was entirely focused on the quarian. A slender young alien with a graceful figure, daughter of an admiral of the Migrant Fleet, a brilliant engineer—she was kneeling before a human, her eyes glowing through the visor of her mask, radiating nothing but sexual desire. Shepard could hardly believe what he was seeing, and in that moment, a thought about her father flashed through his mind—a father who would surely never approve of his daughter behaving like this. But the Spectre quickly dismissed the thought. After all, right now, Tali was under his control, his alone. And only he knew how to bring her pleasure. He could make her beg for more. He could make her plead. And that was all that mattered to him now.
The girl's depraved behavior aroused him beyond measure. He wanted to make her his plaything, to use her body as he pleased. And now, gazing at her kneeling before him, he had never wanted anything more than to see her in that position, taking his cock into her mouth. Then getting on all fours, letting the captain fuck her ass until she passed out from the intensity of the sensations. Of course, he couldn't do that—removing her suit would be tantamount to killing her. But the mere thought excited Shepard more than he could have imagined. And the fact that she had knelt before him of her own accord turned him on even more. Here, he was the one in charge. And she was ready to obey his every command.
Shepard took a deep breath, trying to regain control of the situation. The air in the Mako was still cold, but his own body was burning with desire. He looked at Tali, his gaze softening despite the lust raging through his veins.
"Tali," he said, his voice rough, almost hoarse. "You don't have to—"
But she cut him off with a slow shake of her head.
"I want to, Shepard. I... I need this."
He stared at her for a long moment before nodding slowly.
"All right. But only if you're sure."
"I'm sure," she replied, her voice steady, even as a shiver ran through her body.
He loomed over her, tall, commanding, unshaken. Steam curled from his lips with every breath, but the chill in the Mako didn't seem to bother the captain anymore — not with those three-fingered quarian hands sliding over his body, stroking over the fabric of his uniform, then lowering with deliberate purpose toward the thick, obvious bulge between his legs.
Shepard held his breath as her fingers slipped beneath the waistband of his pants and tugged them down. His cock sprang free like it had been caged, stiff and proud, an enormous thirty-centimeter beast that now towered over the kneeling Tali. Even through the layers of her helmet, her gasp of amazement was audible — sharp and breathless.
And then she tilted her head slightly, examining the shape of his human cock. She looked fascinated — like a student meeting a piece of forbidden tech she'd only ever seen in textbooks.
"Keelah…" the quarian whispered, voice muffled and trembling with awe.
Shepard didn't speak. His arousal was hammering through him, every nerve ending lit with electricity — but he wasn't about to rush this. He wanted to let her stare. Wanted her to see what she'd claimed. The way her wide-eyed gaze drank in every throbbing vein, every twitch, only aroused him more. He loved the way the little alien slut — just like all his other lovers — couldn't tear her eyes off his massive cock.
"I... I never thought humans could be so... big. This is... incredible," she murmured, her gloved hand wrapping around the shaft. The contrast between the sleek synthetic fabric and the searing heat of his skin sent sparks through Shepard's core. She began stroking him slowly, tentatively at first, her movements hesitant, but quickly gaining confidence as she felt the thick shaft throb in her hand. The sight of her three-fingered glove wrapped around the length of his cock made him groan deep in his throat — the pleasure was sharp, electric, and when thick drops of precum gathered at the tip, Tali's curiosity only deepened.
Her strokes grew bolder. She felt his pulse quicken, his breathing grow heavier. And Shepard was sure she was wet again beneath that sealed suit — no way her tight little alien pussy wasn't soaking at the feel of this thick human cock twitching in her grip. He could sense how badly she wanted to please him. How eager she was to taste him, to bring him the same pleasure he'd given her earlier.
Her other hand joined the first, and now she was jerking him with both — small, eager hands pumping along his length, moving faster as her confidence grew.
"W-wow!" she gasped, still working him with both hands. "Captain, your cock is so... so big! I've never... I've never seen one this huge!"
"And how many have you seen?" Shepard asked with a quiet chuckle, completely enraptured by the sight of the quarian girl jerking him off like it was the most natural thing in the world.
"N-none," Tali admitted shyly, once again sounding like the innocent little thing he'd once taken her for back when she first joined the Normandy. "But I've seen images on the extranet. None of them looked like... this."
"Well," Shepard said, not bothering to hide the pride swelling in his chest, "he's just happy to see a girl as sexy as you, Tali."
"I... Thank you, Captain," she whispered, her hands still working up and down his cock, while her other palm gently rubbed over her covered breast. Shepard could only imagine what was going through her head — but from the glazed hunger in her eyes, he didn't have to wonder long. She looked like she was ready to do anything he asked.
"Captain, I... I want to taste it," she murmured, still stroking the massive shaft. "But... I can't take the suit off."
"I know," Shepard replied. The thought that this girl — this innocent, brilliant, beautiful girl — was untouched, had never even handled a cock before today, turned him on so hard he could hardly stand. He wanted to fuck her mouth, fill it with cum, feel her throat struggle around his girth. But her suit made that impossible — for now. Still, the way she touched him, the way she wanted to taste him, was enough to drive him insane.
Tali could feel his cock throbbing under her gloved fingers, the heat of it searing through the material, the weight of it daunting. Her own arousal was rising again, a dull ache deep between her legs, but she pushed it aside. She wanted him to feel as good as she did earlier — maybe better. Her whole focus narrowed to the cock in her hands, and she gave him everything she had.
She looked up at him, eyes wide, full of reverence and wonder.
"It's so thick... and powerful... No quarian could ever compare. Is this normal for humans?" she asked breathlessly, letting one hand gently cup his balls while the other continued stroking his cock. The weight of them was immense, heavy with pent-up need, covered in a light dusting of coarse hair. The sight made her swallow thickly.
"How... how much can you cum?" she asked, voice tinged with breathless curiosity.
Shepard laughed, his voice low and full of heat. The sound made her thighs clench together.
"For you, Tali?" he said, looking down at the kneeling quarian like she was a feast. "For a sweet little cum-hungry slut like you? I could go all night."
He couldn't remember the last time he'd been this aroused. Shepard's cock throbbed, every heartbeat sending a fresh jolt of heat through his body. Tali held her breath, her entire frame trembling at his words. She had never in her life even considered tasting someone's cum — never imagined herself curious about such a thing. But now, with his thick, pulsing cock in her gloved hands, the thought had taken root and wouldn't let go.
She found herself wondering... what would it taste like? That warm, viscous white fluid gathering at the tip, thick drops already glistening, waiting. The smell of him was intoxicating, musky and primal, even through her suit's filters. And more than that — she imagined what it would feel like to take it all inside her. That strength. That power. Letting him fill her completely. Surrendering, utterly and fully. The idea ignited something fierce and molten in her belly, a volcanic pulse of desire that spread downward in an instant.
Tali's breathing grew ragged. She began to stroke him faster, hands sliding up and down his shaft with an eager rhythm that made Shepard groan out loud, a deep, guttural sound of pure pleasure. Her fingers worked with growing confidence, slicking the precum down the length of his cock as her gloved palms pressed together, pumping him with expert attention.
Then she leaned in — just slightly — and pressed the smooth glass of her helmet directly to the head of his cock. The precum smeared across the visor, cloudy trails marking the point of contact, leaving her field of vision streaked with his need. Shepard gasped, his entire body jolting as he watched her, watched the glistening fluid smear over her mask, a filthy, perfect act of worship.
"I... I want to taste you," she whispered, her voice husky and raw with desire. "But..."
"It's all right, Tali," Shepard murmured, lowering his hand to trace the edge of her helmet, his touch gentle but possessive. "You're doing perfect."
He could feel it — the rising tide, the unbearable pressure swelling in his balls, climbing higher, burning hotter. His orgasm had been hovering just out of reach for what felt like hours, but now it was inevitable. And Tali... she had no idea how much he was holding back, how hard his climax would hit. She had no clue just how much cum he was about to unleash on the eager, helpless little quarian kneeling at his feet.
As if determined to make his climax even more intense, Tali deliberately shifted her position — pushing her ass back with a slow, teasing motion. Then she glanced over her shoulder, almost as if checking how tempting her backside looked, before turning back to face her captain. Her eyes met his.
"Do you like it, Captain?" she asked breathlessly, voice thick with unfiltered desire.
The sheer hunger in her tone made Shepard's cock twitch instantly. His gaze dropped, drinking in every curve — the tight outline of her ass, the smooth taper of her thighs, the way her knees were folded together so neatly beneath her. The quarian's suit hugged her body like paint, emphasizing every swell and muscle of her backside with maddening clarity.
"Fuck, Tali..." he groaned. "That ass… it's a fucking dream."
Shepard couldn't see the smug little smile that curled Tali's lips behind the mask, but it was there. Her pride surged at his reaction. She arched her back even deeper, lifting her hips higher, doing everything she could to show him just how desirable she was. And it worked — he was utterly captivated. Shepard had made her feel sexy in a way she never had before. Powerful. Wanted. She wanted to repay that feeling — somehow. Even if she couldn't give him everything yet, she wanted to give him this.
Then came her question, low, sudden, and tinged with jealousy.
"Is my ass better than Sergeant Williams'?"
The words hit Shepard like a slug to the gut.
His mind flicked back to that day in the elevator, when Ashley had let him fuck her ass right there in front of Tali. And yeah — the girl had been standing right next to them. Close enough to hear, close enough to see. And from the tone in her voice now, it was obvious — she hadn't just witnessed it.
It had turned her on.
The quiet little alien slut had been jealous. Jealous that Shepard had pounded Williams' ass while she stood there, untouched, unseen. And now, here she was, on her knees, jerking him off like a well-trained pet, her hands gloved and obedient, ready to be soaked in his cum. This wasn't just a show of affection anymore. This was vengeance — a sweet, burning desire to prove that she was better. That her body, her touch, her hunger for him, outshone anything Ashley ever gave.
And Shepard knew exactly how to answer her.
He slapped her ass with a sharp SMACK — a quick, biting strike that made her gasp. Then he cupped her helmet, stroked the glass gently with his palm, and growled with complete conviction:
"I wish it had been your ass I fucked that day, Tali."
She moaned softly when the man's hand touched her ass, and her hands began to move faster. Tali gave her hips a slight shake, clearly imitating the dancers from Chora's Den. And it worked — Shepard felt the orgasm coming fast.
Then, without warning, he reached his peak — the long-awaited release struck him. Tali felt the shift in his body, sensed the tension tightening his muscles. She looked up just in time to see his face twist in pleasure, to hear the deep, animalistic groan that escaped his lips. His cock twitched in her hands as the first jet of cum shot out, splattering thick white droplets across the outside of her helmet.
Tali gasped, her body jolting as she watched the man climax. She had never seen anything like it before. The sheer volume and force of each spurt from his cock left her breathless. Her hands didn't stop moving, steadily milking the sexual nectar from Shepard's shaft, spreading his cum across her visor until the entire surface was covered. The musky scent of his orgasm filled the air around them, intoxicating even through the filters of her suit.
Shepard couldn't stop — didn't want to stop. He couldn't remember ever coming like this before, couldn't recall feeling such overwhelming release. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over him, until he thought he might actually lose consciousness from the intensity. He felt like he was pouring out everything he had onto Tali, drenching the face hidden behind her helmet with days' worth of pent-up release.
At last — after what felt like an eternity — the orgasm began to subside. His breathing was ragged, his muscles trembling as he slowly came back to himself. Tali's hands slowed to a gentle caress, her touch soothing as she helped him ride out the final waves of ecstasy. She was still looking up at him, the glass of her visor now concealed under a thick layer of semen, and yet he could practically feel her astonishment, her reverence.
He had coated nearly the entire surface of her helmet with his seed. There were several thick lines of cum on her suit as well, and a few stray spurts had landed on the exposed curves of the alien girl's ass. A slow, viscous string of semen was dripping from the edge of her visor to the floor. Tali looked like she'd just been covered by at least five men at once. The sheer volume Shepard had released seemed unbelievable.
And the man absolutely loved the way she looked now — this obedient little slut, who was genuinely playing with her commander's seed, smearing it across her mask with her fingers, handling his cum with both hands, and even, it seemed, sighing at its scent with honest longing. And feeling a clear sorrow that she couldn't taste the reward Shepard had just poured out onto her mask and suit.
"Tali…" the captain said softly, his voice hoarse. "That was…"
But he couldn't finish the sentence. There were no words for what had just happened. Instead, he gently helped her up, guiding her with care so as not to smear himself with his own release. He could feel her heart pounding, could sense the storm of emotion still churning inside her.
They stood there for a while, pressed close, bodies touching, wrapped in the afterglow of what they'd just shared. Shepard's cum slowly began to cool on the inside of Tali's visor, but neither of them moved to wipe it away. It was as if they both wanted to preserve that connection for just a little longer. Eventually, Shepard sighed quietly and stepped back, reluctantly letting her go.
"We need to get you cleaned up," he said gently.
Tali nodded, her breathing still uneven.
"Yes," she agreed. "But, Captain… I…"
She hesitated, unsure what to say. Her mind was a blur of thoughts and emotions, too many to even begin sorting out. She looked down at her cum-stained suit — at the thick white fluid that coated most of her visor, blurring her view.
"I've never… I've never felt anything like this before," she admitted quietly.
Shepard smiled, a flicker of understanding passing across his face.
"Me neither, Tali," he said. "Me neither."
With the help of a disinfectant, Tali was able to clean the suit, and by the time Rex returned from the pirate base carrying two thermal generators — along with the news that the Normandy would arrive soon — nothing on the outside hinted that anything had happened between the young quarian and Shepard.
They both acted normally, business as usual. But when Rex wasn't looking, the girl and her captain sometimes exchanged glances — ones that carried more than duty in them. And Shepard was fine with that. Because no one, no one but him and Tali, needed to know that the girl had knelt before her commander, stroking his cock with her hands until he'd covered her helmet and suit with a full torrent of hot semen.
That conversation could wait.
But it would happen — eventually.