Chapter 1 - The Things I Do for Humanity

Author's Note:  I decided to take time away from writing about the demon hunter Ashwynn Covington and also a new fantasy sword-and-sorcery OC to do a little Mass Effect fic.  Why?  Miranda Lawson is pretty hot.  Lara Croft is too...hmm...

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Their fury echoed through the steel and ceramic halls of the Normandy SR-2, expletives and insults filling the air.  Once again Miranda and Jack had gotten into a fight about some trivial matter and once again Commander Shepard had placated the vulnerable, unpredictable Subject Zero.  Lawson had walked off, spouting her hatred of John Shepard, Commander of the Alliance, all the way back to her office.
 
“So unprofessional!” she yelled back at him.  “I had reservations when the Illusive Man wanted to bring you back.  He should have listened to my advice and left you frozen in space!”
 
Commander Shepard had tried to take the high road in the matter, but she was really beginning to grate on his last nerve.  He followed her through the sliding automatic door into her quarters, though still a bit unsure of his intent.
 
“I expect discipline from you, just like I would any other officer or crewmember on this ship,” he replied, heat in his voice.  “If you have a problem with my decisions, I would ask that you tell me personally, rather than spouting your rants off to the entire ship in front of the crew.”
 
“I am not like any other officer or crewmember on this ship,” she snapped back icily.  “I am the Illusive Man’s right hand and his eyes on this vessel.  This Cerberus vessel!  I knew he should’ve left me in charge here.  Your overly idealistic approach to the task at hand is going to leave humanity in the dust behind the Asari and Turians…and get us killed for that matter!”
 
John was a patient man in general, known for his compassion and restraint.  Yet this Cerberus trollop was quickly pushing him towards his rarely seen darker side.  For too long this Cerberus henchwoman had been prancing about his ship, pontificating her virtues while shaking her ass everywhere, perfect as it was.  Between the voice, the face, the tits and the body, Shepard knew that she purposefully danced them around his eyes just to drive him crazy.  Time to test that theory, he thought to himself.
 
“Who is in charge of this ship?” he questioned her dangerously.  He was moving around her less like a man talking to a colleague and more like a predator circling its prey.
 
Miranda’s reply was near automatic.  “This is a Cerberus ship.”
 
The commander was quicker than he looked.  Shepard pushed Miranda roughly against the wall, her eyes flying open in surprise.  There was an unexpected fury in his eyes that startled and excited the Cerberus ice queen.  At that moment she wasn’t sure of Shepard’s intentions.  She pushed back at him as Shepard held her against the wall, her eyes angry and defiant.  Shepard was glad to see that fiery Miranda was still in there, willing to fight for her life.  Her hands pressed against his chest as she tried to counteract the pressure his body was putting on her.  Loathed as she would be to admit it, she could feel her body warming to the touch of this paragon of humanity.
 
“Get off me Shepard!” she snarled.  “When the Illusive Man finds out that you’ve –“
 
Her words were cut off as his face swooped in, his mouth finding hers.  His tongue forced his way passed her lips as her defenses dropped in surprise.  As he broke off the kiss, she could only look up at him in confusion.
 
John chuckled in amusement, noting, “I’ve seen the way you look at me, Cerberus.  And I can feel the way your body betrays you.  Don’t act like you don’t want this, Miranda.”
 
Not waiting for a reply Shepard leaned in, his face in her hair then moving down to her neck.  Her body relaxed as she realized his intent, though Shepard was still not sure of it.  She whispered his name in his ear as Shepard nuzzled the soft flesh of her neck.  His warm breath tickled at her before Shepard finally laid his lips on the cool skin, gently at first.  Her hands moved from his chest and snaked around his back, bringing him closer.
 
His hands slipped around the hem of her signature Cerberus-issued outfit, feeling at the pale skin underneath.  Shepard drew his head back to look at her face, a beauty that Shepard had enjoyed with after every fight, after every betrayal.  She looked up at him with those steel blue eyes, her breath heavy both with longing and lust.  Their tongues intertwined as she loosened the belt of his pants, her desire clear.  Shepard pulled his shirt over his head as his belt was tossed aside.  His eyes were freed just in time to see her pull her on top down, revealing the black lace bra set against her ivory skin.  His fingers traced along its smooth surface, from her navel up her flat stomach to the underwire of her bra.
 
She seemed clearly proud of her form, as she was feminine perfection.  Their mouths met once again as her leg grinded suggestively against his groin, the hardness becoming evident.  His hands roamed her body, teasing and kneading her breasts within their cups as Miranda moaned into his mouth.  She was slipping his loosened pants from his hips, all while his hands pushed her outfit off of her.  All this undressing was starting frustrate him as Shepard wanted desperately to make up for lost time.
 
Shepard kicked off his pants as Miranda shimmied out of her outfit at last, revealing her matching black lace panties.  As one hand slipped down the small of her back, caressing gently all the way down, his other slipping down the front of the thin black silk.  Her eyes flew to his as Shepard snaked a finger into her warm folds, causing her to gasp from the intrusion.  Shepard could feel her juices churning as Shepard rubbed at her clit, causing her to moan desperately into his ear.  Her hands, which had been weakly clutching him, moved down to his boxers.  “Don’t tease me,” she hissed, as Shepard continued to work her over.
 
“Or what?” Shepard taunted, withdrawing his fingers and leaving her yearning.  “You’ve been teasing me since we left the spacedock…”  Her face filled with shame at the accusation, but it was fleeting before the defiant Miranda was back.  With resolution, she looked up at him hard into his eyes, the fire back in hers.  And with that, she slowly dropped to her knees.
 
Shepard was somewhat surprised as she worked his boxers down, as he had thought she’d be generally reluctant to this type of activity.  And yet as his manhood was freed with its length pointed straight at her, she seemed rather enthusiastic.  Shepard sucked in a deep breath as she grasped the hilt, before she traced the length of one of the veins with the tip of her tongue.  Shepard groaned as she teased him, before she finally opened her mouth wide and took in as much of his length as she could.  His knees turned to water as the raven-haired vixen began to slide her tongue over his cock, her hands on his ass as she deftly showed her skill.  Shepard could feel his cockhead meet with the back of her throat while she gave long languid sucks.  She gagged a little as his hands caressed her hair, putting a little pressure on the back of her head.  Her eyes darted up angrily, but Shepard just smiled apologetically.
 
She resumed ministering to him but Shepard was growing impatient, though Shepard was still blinking back stars.  She reached back to unfasten her bra, revealing her firm, pert and perfectly formed breasts to him – oh how he had wanted to see them.  Putting a hand on her shoulder, Shepard helped her to her feet as their lips met once again.  His hands roamed over her bare breasts, rolling her hardened nipples under the touch of his thumbs.  She groaned in lust as Shepard pushed her panties downwards, finally leaving her fully nude.  As they kissed she stroked at his manhood, unnecessarily as Shepard needed no help to be in full length.  However, the foreplay had lasted long enough that Shepard was about to lose control completely.  Something snapped in him as she saw her body and her face look up at him with desire.  Shepard seized her by her little body and roughly maneuvered her to her desk.
 
She gasped as he brusquely pushed her down over the woman’s work desk, her head turning to look at him.  She did not protest, however, as she stood leaned over its surface.  Shepard lined his manhood up with her moistened slit as he nudged up against her.  She let out a little moan at the teasing, her head hanging low.  Then cupping both of her breasts in his hands, Shepard pressed forward with one motion, impaling himself into her tightness fully.  Her hair whipped back as she cried out, mouth agape and eyes screwed shut.
 
Shepard started a rhythm as her head fell forward, her body rocking back to meet his thrusts.  Her moans of pleasure sounded out in the kitchen as Shepard sampled a pleasure he had not experienced in such a long time.  Every once and a long while Shepard would relent and spend a night with Kelly, or even get hatefucked by Jack; yet, however enthusiastic as they were, it was simply not the same.  Kelly was his clear subordinate and was at times a bit too subservient for his tastes.  Spunky little Jack, on the other hand, finished up too quickly.  He didn’t even want to think about the last time he sampled the otherwise lovely Tali’zorah, as last time they had sex she was out of action for three weeks with the equivalent of the flu.
 
Miranda yelped as Shepard gave her a playful smack on the ass, admiring her form as she rocked back against him.  Her knuckles were white as she squeezed tightly on the side of the table, her moans evolving into affirmations.  Shepard leaned down onto her, his lips grazing her neck as she twisted and craned her neck to meet him.  By the strained yet dazed expression on her face Shepard could tell she was close but Shepard wasn’t going to let her get off that easy.  He had heard certain stories from Jacob about his short time as her boyfriend and wanted to see if they were true.
 
Shepard slowed to a halt, eliciting a frustrated growl from her as Shepard pulled out.  She stood and turned to face him, her face wanting an explanation.  Instead, she was met with his right hand wrapped around her neck, squeezing tightly.  It was not quite tight enough to cut off her windpipe, but hard enough to make her uncomfortable.  Her eyes widened in shock as both her hands clutched at his wrist.  Shepard led her, by her neck, to her bed.  She did not fight him, her eyes wide with a hint of surprise (perhaps that he knew this particular kink of hers) but also wild with hunger for him.
 
“Now tell me,” John noted, pausing for a moment.  “Who is in charge on this ship?”
 
For a moment he thought she was going to say Cerberus again.  Yet instead, with her body yearning for release and with this strong virile man having stripped away all of her defenses—physically, emotionally and sexually—she finally surrendered to her instincts.
 
“You are, Commander,” she replied, attempting some dignity in her voice.
 
For a pompous and arrogant Cerberus cheerleader, Shepard thought to himself, Miranda certainly is one kinky woman.
           
The moment Shepard laid her down on the bed he drove into her without warning, causing her to cry out as Shepard slid passed her most sensitive area.  There was no restraint anymore as Shepard pounded into her, their bodies clutched together as one as the frustration of their history came to bear.  He watched with satisfaction as her perfect breasts bounced with every thrust and as her perfect tight body writhed under him.  A cry of pleasure escaped her lips, as her face was frozen in ecstasy as her orgasm slammed into her.  Their lips met again as Shepard continued to pound into her, his own limits approaching.   Her limbs were tightly wrapped around him as Shepard thrusted into her with all his strength.  With one final push, Shepard buried himself deep into her, shooting his seed deep into her depths as he hit his climax.
 
My god, she was beautiful, Shepard thought to himself as she lay there under him, panting desperately.  She was still flushed from her orgasm, her eyes slightly glazed and with a look of satisfaction on her face.  It had probably been a long time since a man had fucked her like that, especially with her reputation.  Shepard could feel his cum leaking out of her drenched box as she squirmed under him.  He collapsed next to her on the bed, exhausted and spent.
 
“Well, I hoped you learned your lesson,” Shepard noted, grinning broadly.  He realized that his time on the Normandy SR-2 was about to get a lot more enjoyable.
 
“Pfft,” she replied, “This just makes me want to defy you more often.  And…don’t think I’m done with you yet, Shepard.”
 
Shepard could feel the lithe woman slipping downwards and he soon felt the familiar, quite enjoyable sensation of a pair of lips around his once-again hardening cock.  As he felt her mouth slowly minister to him, passing those full lips over his sensitive skin, he could only had one thought.
 
The things I do for humanity...