Chapter 2 - The journalist's request

Mass Effect. The journalist's request
 
Characters: John Shepard, Emily Wong.
Location: Citadel, Hotel Solarias.
 
- Rumor has it that you haven't been idle. Congratulations on beating Fist.
 
The girl's voice snapped Captain Shepard out of his reverie, and he jerked his head to push the dark thoughts away, then turned to the journalist standing by the information column. Emily Wong was a rising star in the local media, a fairly well-known figure in certain circles, but the Alliance officer wasn't interested in her right now. 
 
The Normandy had only docked at the Citadel docks half an hour ago, and the captain had already been pissed off by two different people in turn. First by Admiral Mikhailovich, who seemed to enjoy bickering with those below him in rank, and then by the reporter from the Westerland News. Shepard couldn't remember her full name... Larissa? Carissa? There was something Arabic about it, but the Alliance soldier couldn't remember the full name. In any case, she was no kinder than the unfortunate Admiral - she was even better at prying into the smallest nuances of an officer's work, and Shepard had to resist the urge to punch her in the smirking face.
 
The captain's mood had soured, however, and he entered the Citadel's residential level leading to the markets in a rather somber mood. He was noticed, though, so he had to put a benevolent expression back on his face and turn to the reporter who had called out to him. Emily Wong was a pretty young Asian woman with a chiseled figure, professionally accentuated by a simple blue dress with a plunging neckline. As in their previous encounter, the girl exuded energy. When she noticed that Shepard was paying attention to her, she perked up noticeably:
 
- I was sure Fist was a big part of what was going on here. Did you find anything in his office that might help me?
 
In truth, Captain Shepard had indeed copied the data from his digital storage device after the shooting at the strip club owned by Fist. Only after that, things got crazy fast. First the rescue of the Quarian Tali Zora, who later joined the crew. Then becoming a Spectre, buying new uniforms and getting orders from the Council... In short, Shepard had completely forgotten that his Uni-Tool stored data from the criminal mastermind's computer. But Emily hadn't forgotten, which made Shepard mentally praise her for her good memory and again mentally send her away for being intrusive. Still, he nodded and turned on his instrument.
 
- I'll give you copies of the disks that may contain the information you need, - the Captain said, starting the file transfer protocol.
 
Emily almost screamed with joy. She'd obviously thought that Shepard had long since reneged on his promise to help her, but the Captain wasn't the kind of man to make promises for nothing.
 
- You have Fist's data? I wasn't even hoping for that! - The girl quickly looked at the information she had received on the disk, her eyes gleaming with joy. Then the girl put on her serious mask again, more suitable for a journalist of her class, and started typing quickly on her tablet.
 
- Here you go, Captain, - she said. - For your work.
 
Emily blushed slightly, not knowing if the credits given to the Captain would be enough to pay for what he had done. The girl was undoubtedly aware of the leap in her career she could make with this data in hand, just as she was aware that she owed it mostly to the man in the dark green armor marked "N7" standing before her. She was rather sweet in her shyness, which made Shepard, not a man to be easily taken in by feminine charms, involuntarily admire the reddish blush on her cheeks and the long lowered eyelashes through which Emily looked at the Captain with a look of gratitude. An idea flashed through the Captain's mind, and before he had time to think it over, the Spectre spoke:
 
- And how would you rate our future cooperation? What if I agreed to give you an interview?
 
- Exclusive?! - the girl couldn't believe her ears. - Tell me what happened first?!
 
Her eyes lit up with such happiness that Shepard felt a little uncomfortable. Emily grabbed the captain's hand, squeezed it tightly and said:
 
- It won't cost much, but I'll be happy to pay whatever is required. Where can we meet?
 
Shepard hesitated, but Emily, moved by the captain's suggestion, offered the place herself:
 
- I'll get a room at the Hotel Solarias on Shalmar Plaza. Do you know where that is?
 
- I will know, - the captain nodded, giving the girl a well-deserved, slightly shy smile. Emily jumped up and down like a little girl who had finally received a long-awaited gift.
 
- Meet me in the restaurant on the first floor at eight o'clock tonight. I'll be waiting for you. Unless, of course, you're busy, uh.
 
- I'm free tonight, - Shepard said honestly. The girl nodded and held out her slender hand for another shake, smiling amusedly.
 
- See you later, Captain Shepard.
 
- See you later, Ms. Wong, - the commander said.
 
Shepard showered, combed his hair, and even trimmed his beard. He had also changed his military space suit into a civilian suit so he wouldn't look silly in the restaurant. In fact, John realized that the whole thing looked a little strange. He was going on a date? What a silly, childish word. But that's what it seemed to be. 
 
Maybe it was too late for him to admit it, but he really wanted to spend the evening with Emily. It wasn't even so much about the girl, but rather the desire to relax after the shootings in the lower levels of the Citadel and the mission on Noveria. Shepard wouldn't have sacrificed an hour of his life while Saren was free, but the Normandy needed refueling and some repairs that would take until morning, so the crew had the evening off. Ashley had reserved it for a session with one of her sisters, Cayden had gone to the SBC Academy for some biotic business, Wrex had disappeared, promising to be back in the morning, and Garrus and Tali were repairing Mako, who had had a rough time after his encounter with the Geth on Noveria. 
 
Shepard felt a little uncomfortable standing in front of the mirror in his expensive, perfectly fitting suit while Saren was out in the galaxy on his dreadnought, but there was nothing the captain could do about it right now.
 
Shepard arrived at the hotel at five minutes to eight. The small, beautiful building stood in the center of the plaza, slightly forward so that the occupants of the upper rooms could enjoy the view of Presidio Lake. The pretty Azari at the front desk greeted the Captain with a polished, white-toothed smile, but when he told her he was here to see Ms. Wong, she just popped her eyelashes.
 
- Ms. Wong left a message for you, Mr. Shepard. Please.
 
The note was real, written in neat handwriting on pink, pleasant-smelling paper:
 
"Captain, I didn't get a reservation in time. I hope you don't mind doing the interview in my room. I guarantee the wine. Looking forward to seeing you in room 69."
 
Shepard's lips broke into a mischievous smile of their own. This was too good to be true. Of course, John knew what he wanted out of this meeting, and the fact that he had to skip the foreplay at the restaurant didn't bother him at all. Shepard took the high-speed elevator to the sixth floor, where the rooms beginning with the number six were located. He stepped out of the automatic doors, crossed the hall and knocked on the mahogany door with the gilded number "69".
 
- Wait a second! - came from behind the door. The lock beeped, and then the door opened.
Emily Wong looked stunning. She was wearing one of those dresses that had become so popular with the Citadel fashionistas because of the not-so-vulgar cutouts in various parts of her body. Emily had two necklines: one exposed her slender belly with a cute little navel, and the other was just below her breasts, exposing the bottom of her small, seductive hemispheres. The color of the dress - sapphire blue - beautifully accentuated the beauty's jet-black hair and discreet, neat evening makeup, and a pale red lipstick emphasized the sexy plumpness of her half-open lips.
 
- Captain! - the girl smiled. - You are tactful, and I, being a girl, not so much. Come in.
 
Shepard stepped inside. The room was simply but tastefully decorated in a kind of Asian style. A large double bed took up most of the room.
 
- I need another minute, Captain. I hope you understand,- Emily disappeared into the bathroom.
 
- I think you look great already, - Shepard remarked. 
 
He was answered by the shy laughter of the beauty. John walked forward and found the seat he'd been assigned. A small table between two burgundy chairs that matched the color of the linens. On the table was a bottle of wine and two glasses on thin legs. Shepard uncorked the bottle and poured the wine into the glasses.
 
- Captain, - came Emily's pleasant, soft voice. The girl stood in the doorway of the bathroom, looking slightly different. Her black hair, which had fallen down to her shoulders, was now intricately braided into numerous plaits, accentuating the perfect shape of her face.
 
- I haven't dressed like this in a long time, - she admitted, as if to apologize. - I wondered if I'd lost my touch.
 
- You look fantastic, - Shepard said immediately. He got out of his chair, picked up both glasses and handed one to the journalist.
 
- Well, uh... To a successful interview? - he smiled, lightly touching the girl's glass with his own. Emily smiled modestly, lowered her eyes and nodded. Then she sipped from the glass, leaving a faint red lipstick stain on it.
 
- You look great too, Shepard. I didn't realize that, uh...
 
- Soldiers knew how to dress well? - John snorted.
 
- No... - The girl bit her lower lip, making her look even more innocent and therefore sexier. The evening was getting more romantic by the moment, making both Shepard and the girl forget why they were here.
 
- I've just never seen you in civilian clothes before, - the journalist said. - It suits you very well. It brings out your... figure.
 
The girl lowered her eyes again, embarrassed for what seemed like the hundredth time. This was not normal for a journalist, so Shepard decided to spare the girl the emotional torment and take the situation into his own hands.
 
- Whoever has a really great figure in this room is you, Emily.
 
Being called by name clearly brought the girl to her senses, and the look she gave the Captain was definitely worth it.
 
- That's very kind of you, John Shepard.
 
They still stood face to face, their skin feeling each other's magnetism. Emily took another sip of wine, then lowered her eyes to Shepard's glass.
 
- Aren't you drinking? - she asked.
 
- I was simply mesmerized by your beauty, - the captain took a sip of wine. The taste was magnificent, as was everything that was happening.
 
- Do you like it? - The girl's smile didn't fade for a moment. Her voice was a little softer, and she stood only a few inches away from John. She raised her hand, covered in long satin gloves that matched the color of her dress, and ran a finger along the captain's chest.
 
- You know, John. I think our conversation has gone far beyond the bounds of propriety....
 
- All of them? - John's eyebrows raised playfully. - I was hoping we were just getting started.
 
- Mm-hmm, even like this? - The girl moved forward and at the same moment Shepard seized the moment and kissed her. Emily and John's lips came together in a passionate kiss filled with desire and fire. Both glasses fell to the carpet and the wine spilled, but no one cared. The two people sank into each other's arms...
 
The kiss didn't last long, and both Emily and John realized that it was only the beginning, a tiny prelude to the real pleasure. The realization gave them freedom, allowed them to drop their masks and show their true selves. Shepard ran his hand through the beauty's hair and kissed Emily's exposed neck and shoulders. She melted into the Captain's strong arms, surrendering to the wave of pleasure that washed over her. Her hands roamed uncontrollably over John's body, sinking deeper and deeper. When the girl's hand touched what had been pressing into her lower abdomen, all that came out of the journalist's mouth was a dazed whisper:
 
- Oh my God...
 
Shepard's cock was huge, its colossal size the girl could feel even through the tight fabric of his pants. Awkwardly at first, then more and more confident, moaning under the Captain's kisses, the girl massaged his huge organ, feeling it grow larger and larger. She had thought that such a size could be found in Krogans, but in humans? Unthinkable! And yet it was true - here it was, in her hands, powerful, beautiful, so sexy, so desirable....
 
- Damn pants! - She hissed like an enraged tigress, dropped to her knees, jerked Shepard's belt free and pulled his pants and underwear down to her knees. The man's cock towered over Emily: a huge organ, covered with swollen veins and crowned with a pink head, at least two inches in diameter and almost twelve inches long. Emily had never held or even seen anything like it. If only in pornographic footage of the same Krogans she'd mentioned.
 
- Shepard. It's huge! - Without even trying to hide her delight, the girl said, wrapping both hands around the captain's treasure. One movement and a drop of lube appeared on the tip of his cock.
 
- You know what to do, - the captain said with a grin as he freed himself from the confines of his jacket and shirt. - Taste it, it tastes better than wine.
 
- I don't doubt it... - The beauty said lustfully. She reached forward, licked a drop of whitish liquid with the tip of her tongue, and smiled to herself. Then she wrapped her mouth around the captain's organ and began to lick the head, helping herself with both hands. Shepard could only enjoy the pleasure - the journalist knew how to give a blowjob. 
 
Her tongue made indescribable movements, caressing every millimeter of the head and giving the man an unprecedented sense of bliss. She continued to caress Shepard's cock, enjoying it as much as the Captain. She moistened the head with saliva and then wrapped her lips around the cock as tightly as she could and began to press her small, dark-haired head against it. The cock pushed itself down her throat, but she did not even swallow half of it. At that moment, the captain's hand was on the back of her head, and Shepard's huge procreative organ began to penetrate deeper, causing Emily to choke and try to pull away. She couldn't - the captain held her tight - and two more attempts to pull away were unsuccessful. 
 
The cock penetrated deeper and deeper, it was painful, tears streamed down her eyes, smearing expensive mascara, and the cock continued to tear at her throat. It seemed that she had swallowed a little more than half of it when the pressure on her head eased and the girl coughed and made a guttural sound, pulling her throat away from the captain's organ.
 
- Aah! Shepard... - She said angrily, but she didn't have time to finish. The captain grabbed her head again, this time with both hands, and rammed his cock into her mouth, almost to the same length. The pain returned for a brief moment, but then Shepard pulled back and let the girl breathe. A moment later, the man rammed his cock down the girl's throat again, causing her to make a choking sound. This went on for a minute. Shepard just fucked the journalist's throat, moaning softly. It ended as abruptly as it had begun - the man pulled away, then brought Emily, who was teetering on the edge of consciousness, to her feet, turned her back to him and bent her over.
 
- Shepard! - This time the angry scream reached the Captain's ears, but he chose to ignore it. Instead, he pulled up the girl's dress, revealing black lace lingerie underneath, pulled down Emily's panties in one motion, and before the girl could object, plunged his tongue into the journalist's pussy.
 
- Shep... O-o-o-h-h-h! - The girl thrust backwards as the captain's tongue plunged into her pussy. Shepard licked the girl's hole, soaked with the sweet juice of pleasure, going deeper and deeper with his tongue each time. A few times he went higher, licking the ring of the girl's virgin anus, causing her to go from moaning to screaming in bliss. Shepard spread the girl's buttocks and fully penetrated her asshole with his tongue, causing Emily to moan loudly enough to be heard in the neighboring rooms, despite the quality soundproofing.
 
- Yeah, lick my ass... Oh, I love it, - the beauty moaned, trying to hold on to something to hold back the pleasure that was coming over her. The Captain's fingers began an erotic game with both of the girl's holes, dipping alternately into the small ring of her anus and into her dripping wet pussy.
 
- Jesus, Captain. Holy shit. Aah!
 
Emily came violently, falling to her knees and shaking all over. She covered her mouth to keep from screaming, apparently in a frenzy, as she continued to convulsively jerk.
 
- Oh... That's... Unbelievable.
 
- We're just getting started, - the captain replied, helping the journalist to her feet again. This time, however, he let her grab the edge of the bed with her hands, and after a few seconds, as Shepard's fingers entered the girl's anus without ceremony, the captain let his passion rest with her breasts on the satin burgundy bedspread.
 
- Your ass must be hungry for some real cock, huh? - The man straightened, then placed the head of his organ against Emily's anus. She thrust her ass out, surrendering to Shepard's power and moaning:
 
- Fuck me, come on! Fuck me!
 
There was no need to ask the Captain twice. The head entered with difficulty, causing Emily to arch her back in a painful position, but with his fingers the captain caressed the girl's aroused clit, easing the discomfort a little. Meanwhile, the cock plunged halfway into the girl's ass. Shepard pulled back a little, letting the journalist's anus get used to the size of the penetrating cock, and then continued drilling into the beauty's brown hole. All she could do was scream and press her face into the pillow she had stolen from the bed. The Captain's invasion of the slut's ass was an incredible pleasure, and to see the small hole expand to obscene size, taking in almost the entire length and width of his cock, was only comparable to a trip to the highest heavens of paradise. Shepard continued to rape the journalist's ass for about five minutes when he finally heard a distinct moan of pleasure escape the girl's lips.
 
- Oh... Shepard, yeah. Fuck me. Harder, come on.
 
Surprised by his partner's sexual frenzy, Shepard increased his pace, driving his cock into the beauty's anus with ever-increasing speed.
 
- Yes! - She threw the pillow aside and slid down the satin sheets, feeling Shepard's huge cock penetrate her ass. The captain straddled Emily's hips and drove his cock in with such force that the journalist's legs bounced off the carpet and into the air. With his fingers, the man felt the girl's womb ooze juices. Pleasure surged through the man, but Shepard didn't want to come before the girl. He quickened his pace, bringing his pleasure to a crescendo, and at the moment he was ready to come, and Emily's cries turned into a continuous scream of pleasure, the captain pulled his cock out of her ass and drove it almost full length into his partner's hot pussy. 
 
She jerked sharply, slammed her gloved hands down on the bed and came violently, jumping off the Captain's cock and arching her back. Shepard took a step back, watching the journalist's body writhe in sensual tenderness. He ran his left hand along the shaft of his penis, feeling the pleasure coming, and when Emily turned her head toward the man, looking up at him with the expression of a fucked whore, he just silently pointed to the floor.
 
The girl, still trembling from her powerful orgasm, struggled to lower herself to the carpet, which was covered with her secretions and wine. Emily knelt obediently and opened her mouth. But Shepard shook his head and pointed to the empty wine glass next to Emily. She shifted her gaze from the captain to the glass object.
 
- Pick it up, - Shepard demanded. The girl obeyed silently, still not understanding what the captain was up to. But suddenly he snatched the glass out of the girl's hands, placed it under his cock and, after bringing himself to orgasm with a few quick movements, began to cum. The girl laughed tiredly, but her smile was quickly replaced by a pleasant surprise when she saw the amount of cum filling the glass. It was a little less than half full, but it was still a lot. And when the Captain handed the glass back to the girl, she was still sitting there with her mouth open in surprise.
 
Shepard, still without a word, picked up the second glass, filled it with wine, and walked over to the girl, clinking his own glass against hers.
 
- To a successful interview, Ms. Wong, - Shepard said. 
 
The girl smiled understandingly, glanced at the glass, licked her lips, and emptied it with another look at the Captain. It took three big gulps, but not only did she not spit out her bounty, she didn't even grimace. Emily tossed the empty glass aside and opened her mouth to show the captain that she had swallowed every last drop.
 
- How's that? - She said, setting the glass down. Emily looked... Her hair was disheveled, her face smeared with makeup, her beautiful, expensive dress wrinkled. And yet she was smiling a gorgeous, white-toothed smile.
 
- You're definitely my favorite journalist, - Shepard replied with a grin and a sip of wine.