A Spectre is Chosen

"You were called here as well, Ambassador?"

Doreen Udina looked deep in thought as she looked up from the reports in her hand, and turned to the person that spoke to her. It was Dallas Anderson, a decorated soldier in the Hermpire Empire that had recently been given command over the SSV Normandy, a recently commissioned frigate, and once a candidate for the Citadel Council's elite agents, the Spectres. Although she believed that Anderson had screwed up one of humanity's better chances to expand their influence into the Citadel, Udina still held respect for her fellow human hermpire for her dedication and service to the Empire. 

It did not hurt that Dallas Anderson was also one of the better looking human hermpire specimen that Udina had laid her eyes on (and she had lived for quite a number of years and seduced many more hermpires in her lifetime). Like all hermpires, Anderson aged well. Her dark skin had no visible wrinkles and only a few small scars collected from years of service. Medium length locks of wavy hair came down just past Dallas' blue and gold empire uniform, which hugged the contours of her well-toned body, accentuating her G-cup breasts and holding them up without letting them spill out of the uniform, and the bulge in her crotch gave credit to Dallas' dossier stating the Normandy's captain held a fourteen inch monster, which only their Queen and some alien species such as the Krogan were known to surpass. 

"I was indeed, Captain Anderson," Doreen replied, putting away the reports she had been looking over, falling in step next to Dallas as they walked towards their destination. "I imagine the Queen wishes for our input regarding a new hermpire candidate to join the Spectres."

Anderson nodded in agreement as she examined the ambassador in turn, knowing little about her current companion besides her position and what observations she could make from times seeing her on the news. Unlike Udina, Anderson had not ever read a dossier on her companion, and simply knew that her fellow hermpire was known for generally conservative policies and a strong desire to elevate the Hermpire Empire in standing with the Council Citadel. 

Now that she walked besides the ambassador, Dallas could note the presence with which Udina carried herself, self-assured and confident, her graying slicked back hair and white uniform giving her a commanding presence. The ambassador's breasts were also larger than her own, they looked to be J-cups, though if she had to guess, the ambassador was about average with her package, maybe nine or ten inches in length. She had a -fine- ass too, and the ambassador definitely knew it if the way she swayed it as she walked gave any indication. The eyes of the various hermpires they passed on their path seemed to wander a lot towards Udina's ass, in spite of Anderson's own looks and Udina's large breasts.

The two continued to walk, quiet since then, until they arrived at the queen's chambers, having passed through a number of security stations and armed hermpire soldiers that saluted the pair as they passed. Small moaning sounds could be heard coming from beyond, and it was not hard to imagine what might be happening behind those doors, even closed as they were. As the doors opened, a musky smell greeted them next, which both gleefully took in, their masts twitching with anticipation within the confines of their uniforms.

"Come," a voice commanded from inside, and the two stepped in immediately, obeying the command as they took ten steps in and then knelt down in respect of their queen. The doors to the chambers closed behind them, though they were not plunged into darkness at all, as there was plenty of lighting within the room. The moans of pleasure were now louder, but the pair kept their heads down as they knelt, until the voice next commanded, "Rise."

The two did so, and focused their attention ahead on the throne where a naked middle-aged human hermpire sat comfortably, as a pair of turian hermpires fanned her with adoring looks and another pair massaged her JJJ-cup breasts. The human's right hand caressed the hair of another human hermpire that sat on the floor in front of her, leaning against her crotch and deep-throated the first human's dick. Off the corner of their eyes they could see a mix of predominantly humans and turians, as well as a few other alien species, all in various states of undress and pleasuring each other, although their eyes seemed to be focusing towards the new arrivals, particularly as they both spoke at the same time with a greeting towards the human in the throne. "My queen, we come to serve."

The Hermpire Queen nodded, as she made a gesture with her left hand, raising it from the throne's armrest and gesturing the golden ring on it, with the figure of a well endowed hermaphrodite on it, as the sounds of pleasure came to a halt, and all the hermpires within the room focused their attention on the moving hand until it came to rest on the armrest again, and then their attention went to their queen. Only the pair of turians fanning her continued with what they were doing, as the pair massaging her breasts simply froze, now only holding them in place to keep them from drooping due to their size, as the hermpire below her pulled her mouth away from her crotch, a PLOP and trail of drool and cum dripping from her lips as the massive eighteen inch organ was revealed, standing for all eyes to focus on. The eyes of the human on the floor also looked up to the queen as well.

"As you all know, a great opportunity is arising for our Hermpire Empire. Although the Citadel Council has much suspicion and fear of us, they are beginning to come around to some degree. While they still reject the gift of hermpireism, they are giving us more rights as a member of the council, and it seems we may have a chance at inserting one of our own within their Spectres. I have called upon both Ambassador Doreen Udina, for her insight working with the Council, as well as Major Dallas Anderson, due to her position as a former Spectre candidate," the queen spoke.

"You honor us with your words," Anderson stated, while Udina simply nodded with a self-pleased expression.

"You have seen the records of all candidates, what are your thoughts?" the queen questioned, moving the process along.

Here, Udina spoke, immediately voicing a recommendation. "Well, what about Shepard? She's a spacer. Lived aboard starships most of her life," she suggests, surprising Anderson who hadn't expected that particular recommendation. 

Still, it was a very good one, her own top pick to be honest. The twenty nine year old spacer in question, Lieutenant-Commander Jane Shepard was a beautiful young hermpire, just reaching the prime of her life. According to her records, the red-head had F-cup breasts, a respectable twelve inch dick, firm body, oozed sex appeal and pheromones. Her military history also said wonders about the human hermpire, who much like Anderson, was a career-trained Soldier. Dallas Anderson had even had the pleasure of working with her before, even slept with her a couple of times.

She added her own comments into the mix.

"Military service runs in her family. Both her parents were in the navy," the soldier pointed out, giving a conservative endorsement for the time being, wanting to see what others would add in comment. 

The human hermpire at the base of the throne spoke here, as she licked her lips, looking away from the speaking pair and back towards the queen. Dallas Anderson realized her identity, that of Admiral Stephanie Hackett, as she spoke in favor of Shepard as well. "She proved herself during the Blitz. Held off enemy forces on the grounds until reinforcements arrived."

The queen nodded, and patted the Admiral's hair again, her fingers passing between her hair strands as Anderson added, "Shepard's the only reason Elysium is still standing. One wrong step, and it wouldn't have been the Batarians we would have had to worry about."

She was referring to Shepard's decision to not convert all of the captured non-hermpire aliens from the Batarian slavers incursion, only the slavers themselves. The Citadel Council could have seen it as a declaration of war, the beginning of a power play by the Hermpire Empire to spread their gift, unwanted by the majority of the rest of the galaxy.

Udina nodded in agreement, knowing Anderson spoke from experience, her decision to minimize casualties by converting aliens during her expedition with the Spectre Saren Arterius being used as the reason to deny Anderson's entry into the Spectres. "We can't question her courage or dedication," she admitted. "The Council would see her service history during the Blitz rather favorably considering their fears."

Things seemed good, nobody was speaking against the recommendation, and Anderson said confidently, "The Hermpire Empire needs a heroine, someone who can spread humanity's gift and have the galaxy be grateful for it. Shepard's the best we got."

The queen smiled, and cupped her chin, stroking it in thought, before looking down at Hackett, who gave a nod back. Focusing on Udina, she first smacked away the hands of her two turians, before she gently swept her foot towards Hackett, making her move to the side. The queen then stood and nodded her approval to the ambassador. "Your suggestion is acceptable. We will recommend Jane Shepard as well, then."

Seeing the approval, Udina bowed, as did Anderson, as the ambassador answered the unspoken command. "I'll make the call."

The queen smiled again, and gestured with her left hand, the ring's symbol briefly coming into their sight again, before the hand moved so that her palm was facing the pair, the universal command to stop. "The call can wait. I wish to have two of my loyal hermpires pleasure me before they leave."

The two both began ripping their clothes off in a flurry, as they passionately declared, "As the queen commands!"

The queen simply made a happy noise as the two threw themselves at her and began exploring her body, Hackett crawling towards the three from behind to join them, and everyone else in the chambers returned to what they had been doing earlier.

• written by Dove