Chapter 2: Shephard Bears It All

Well of course. The first thing I do. Is take a deep sniff of Shepard's quarters, enjoying the smell. You could tell that she didn’t use this as her regular quarters. But it was still used nonetheless. And it was obvious. The deep rich aroma of rubbed cunt and ripe sweat from all the exercise being done in this room.

I then stand up and move to the huge indoor closet on the other side of the room. going through her chest of drawers almost instantly.

I smelt her Dresses, her leggings, the pants, even the few shirts that there were, i hold each up to my nose and took a whiff. Finally, I find her bras and underwear. They're red and black and lacy. I grab a handful and hold it up to my face. The smell of Shepard's pussy filling my nose as I give it a lick. I put one in my mouth and stuff another into my underwear, soaking up some of the precum from my now full boner.

I switch to her bras and hold them, imagining the size of her tits in my hands. I put a bra intp my pocket for later, and a pair of her socks as well. With my bounty collected, I move into her bathroom. I see her toothbrush on the stand, the taste of her mouth. I take out the panty I was sucking on and stuff her toothbrush into my mouth and suck at it.

It was heavily perverted but almost necessary in a way. This butch did this to me of course. So it’s not like she has any right to be mad about it. Well she shouldn’t have any rights what so ever.

The next thing I do is drop my pants and begin to piss heavily into her toilet, marking my territory. I don't even flush before I turn around and put the toothbrush back. I go back near her bed and I have a nasty idea.

You see, I’m probably what you’d probably called a showerphobe, it was so bad that even being within 3 metres of me would’ve probably filled your nose with a kind of revolting stench. All because I haven’t had a shower in months. Maybe a year in all honesty.

So taking this into consideration, I begin to rub my sweaty, musky smegma covered dick into her pillow of course, smothering it with my scent. I leak a bit of precum too, imagining her sleeping on my mess. It was honestly very nearly enough to make me explode.

That was until moment ago. I probably would’ve achieved that sweet release in due time. But all of a sudden the door opens and commander Shepard walks in once again.

She doesn’t point out my obviously suspicious look which is strange really. Cause anyone with half a brain can see what I’m doing. Maybe that’s because she doesn’t know. Or simply that she doesn’t care. Either is fine with me to be honest. But either way. She sits down on the couch staring at me before she finally speaks.

“Now when you’re quite finished rubbing your nasty cock with my things I’d like to get in with this interview at once.” She says to me.

Confirming that she did know what I was doing. Filled me with anticipation. Was she gonna shout. Maybe tell me off and give me a lecturing about treating my superior like some sort of kink dispenser.

But those thoughts kind of relax for the time being. Only to be replaced by a new feeling. A feeling of utter horniness and pervertedness.

That is because soon as I turn around to look at her. I see her in something much more racy and revealing. Something significantly more sexually provocative

The outfit was actually one that was much more casual and normal for her to wear everyday when going around doing the things she has to do. It was her non work, outdoor clothes. Something she’d wear when walking through the spacey white streets of the citadel. Or the asari wonder that is illium. She might of even wore this on omega. But due to the rough and dodgy archetype that is rife within omega. Or the insanely high sexual **** rate there. She would usually wear something a lot more revealing and slutty.

The outfit itself was a very slutty looking and revealing outfit. Made up of the most high grade leather, and cashmere fabrics. Created a slutty little one piece. Which separated into two symmetrical strips of leather along her chest. Covering both her huge orbs of tit flesh.

There were also two mechanical straps on the outfit on the front. Maybe more on the back who knows. But the outfit delved into a panty like camel toe which rose high on her groin.

And of course her outfit wasn’t complete without her iconic and somewhat famous heels as well. The ones she was wearing weren’t a famous pair or anything. Just that heels were kind of her thing. Well I knew as such at least

But there was also something else. I also notice that she still has a somewhat angry look on her face. A narrowed and angled brow, and a frown curving towards her chin.

It was clear that the face she was wearing isn’t one of disappointed mind you, more simply. One of order. And military standard. This was a face that I was probably going to have to get used too. Very fast.

“As you see recruit. I’ve got into something more casual for me. You will see me a lot in this kind of outfit. And you will get used to it.” She begins. Taking a pause half way through to make sure she doesn’t run out of breath due to her nature to talk in long droves about without steadily breathing throughout like a normal person should.

“Infact whenever I wear something so out of line as to cover myself more than I’m wearing here.” Another pause here. “ then I should fully expect you to let me know that I’m wearing something unusual and to point it out to me ok?” She asks me.

The premise scares me in some ways. I mean pointing out that she isn’t dressed like a bimbo slut. Or a cheap Asari hooker working at the seediest part of town in Omega.

I mean. Id love to don’t get me wrong. But I still couldn’t separate my mind from the idea. Or the fear of everything going horribly wrong.

“But first we must continue our interview and see if you’re even worthy of being at a place like this” the woman states.

But then I laugh. I mean who is this stupid bitch to try and scare me. It’s clear that she wants it. I mean think back to when I told her I got distracted by her tits. She didn’t even care. Like in the slightest. It was almost as if she’s expecting me to do it again. Maybe I hound just… relax a lot more.

So taking. A deep breath i go in.

"Uhh So basically point point out when I can't see your fat tits right? I can do that." I say, sitting down next to her and staring at her exposed bosom, stomach and legs.

FUCK YEAH. I mean ok yeah I wasn’t the most confident sounding. But that sounded so fucking hot. I sounded like a fucking real alpha male. Whatever that is.

I also noticed that there was actually a small stain of precum seeping straight into my pants, ahh shit. That’s embarrassing. Although it isn’t as if I don’t also have a hugely erect cock pointing straight at her to.

“So Ask away Commander," I say and manspread my legs in your direction. Taking inspiration from those men on those train carts in those old movies from the 21st century that some women liked to complain about for some reason.

There is also now no way you don't smell the unwashed musky cum scent from between my legs. It was so repungent that I’m sure that even the reapers could smell it from whatever shithole the commander and her sexy crew of spunk target female heroes kicked them into.