Revelations

“Yeah. Make yourself at home.”

“Thanks,” Ashley walked past me. The door shut behind her. My gaze fell to her ass. Damn, that jumpsuit practically hugged that bubble butt of hers. It dug into her asscrack, too, accentuating her juicy globes.

“Nice place you got here. Way bigger than the rooms us marines are bunked in,” she glanced back at me, still smiling. It was like she was happy for me instead of resentful that she apparently slept in less roomy quarters.

“Sorry about that. I didn’t pick the rooms,” I said.

Her brown eyes radiated warmth.

“Oh, I’m not mad. If anything, I’m happy to see you’ve been given comfortable quarters, sir.”

I raised my eyebrows.

She sighed.

“You’re probably wondering why I’m here, sir. Remember the gift I gave you from Jane? The one from the Prothean ruin?”

Confused, I grabbed the thing from my pocket. Ashley’s eyes focused on it immediately. It pulsed warmly as I moved it back and forth, and her eyes followed it. Like a hypnotist’s pendant.

“Yeah. But… Ashley, what’s going on? Why are you here dressed like that? And why do you keep calling me ‘sir?’”

The brunette blinked and shook her head.

“Damn, I’ve got to watch myself with that thing,” she muttered. “Sir. John, that pen thing wasn’t just a gift your sister wanted to give you. Well, it sort of is, but it won’t make sense until I explain it.”

I blinked.

“Maybe we should sit down?” I said.

Ashley gave me a weak smile and nodded. She moved over to the couch I’d just been laying down on and sat. She patted the cushion right next to her.

I resisted staring at her hard nipples as I moved toward the couch and sat down next to her. She was so close to me now. Our faces were less than a foot away when we turned to look at each other. The conversation suddenly felt a lot more intimate.

“So,” I began. “You were going to explain all of this?”

I gestured towards her with Jane’s gift.

Ashley’s eyes followed it again. Her face slackened slightly and her mouth drifted open. I waved the pen experimentally and she followed it again with her eyes.

I snapped my fingers to get her attention. She shook her head again after a few seconds.

“Shit,” she hissed. What was going on with her? Why was she acting like it was hard for her to look at Jane’s gift? Was she trying to mess with me? Somehow, I didn’t think so.

“Okay, I’m good now,” Ashley smiled at me. “So before I explain what I’m doing here, I need to know what your sister told you about the Reapers.”

I snorted.

“Oh, nothing much. Just that they’re a race of machine gods who wiped out the Protheans and are coming back to do the same to us.”

Ashley chuckled and shook her head.

“Yeah, that about sums it up. So the Reapers are more advanced than us in every way, but their most effective weapon is something called indoctrination. Mind control. They can worm their way into people’s heads and **** them to be their slaves. I’ve…” her eyes hardened. “…seen it happen. What it can do to a person. It isn’t pretty.”

I nodded somberly.

“Jane mentioned that. Honestly, I have no idea how we’re going to deal with it all now that she’s gone. It seems like everyone wanted to forget about her warnings after she died. Like they were nothing but an inconvenience to them all along. Thousands of people died when the Citadel was attacked. How many more will end up dying before people decide they have to do something?” I clenched my fists on the couch cushion. “God, it makes me so angry.”

The gorgeous woman smiled, and I was once more reminded by how close together we were. I could feel her breath on my face as she spoke.

“I think I know why Jane picked you. You have the same fire in your eyes that she had during our mission. That passion will be what we need to save humanity. The entire galaxy."

I blushed and looked away.

“Jane picked me? To save the galaxy?” I muttered.

Ashley nodded.

“The little pen thing I gave you from Jane isn’t just some keepsake. It has a similar power to the Reapers. Jane figured the Protheans were trying to find a way to undo indoctrination and turn the Reapers’ servants against them. Only they were too late for it to make any difference,” Ashley said.

I glanced down at the cylindrical object in my hand. I wanted to disbelieve her. To tell her that she was crazy and that she should leave. I couldn't. There was something in Ashley's... voice that was completely and utterly sincere in a way I hadn't heard since Jane. Ashley at least believed what she was saying was the truth, and that was enough to make me listen.

Ashley continued, “The pen wasn’t just a gift. It’s a mission. Jane wanted you to pick up from where she left off before she died. To use it to gather all the important people in the galaxy and get ready for what’s coming. She’d only just started to use the pen’s power before that ship blew up the Normandy. We can't let the galaxy die with her.”

I gasped.

“Jane used the pen before,” I said. I looked into Ashley’s eyes, an idea forming in my head. “She used it on you, didn’t she?”

“She did,” Ashley nodded. “I’m not mad at her, though. I’m still me, but I know I’d never have done what she wanted if she hadn’t. My dedication to the Alliance chain of command would have gotten in the way. And I’d probably never have met you. You have no idea how hard it was not telling you everything when I first saw you, but I knew I had to wait until I could meet you somewhere one-on-one so I could explain everything.”

“What did my sister do to you?” I said.

Ashley held her right arm in front of me and rolled up her sleeve. I marveled at her smooth, soft olive skin before I saw them. Gold words etched into her skin like an expensive tattoo.

John Shepard’s servant

John Shepard’s soldier

John Shepard’s protector

John Shepard’s lover

My eyes widened.

“What does all this mean?”

Ashley put her hand on my free one and brought it to rest on her thigh. I squeezed automatically. Her jumpsuit and the flesh beneath it yielded to my touch as I groped her.

God, this can’t happening. I must be dreaming.

My cock hardened.

“It means exactly what it says, sir,” she replied, as if I’d asked her a question with the most obvious answer in the universe. She moved my hand between her legs to rest on top of her clothed pussy. Her suit was damp there.

“I’m your servant, which means I’ll do pretty much whatever you want. If you say ‘jump,’ I’ll say ‘how high?’ You tell me to smack my own ass, I’ll say ‘which cheek?’” Ashley smiled as she pressed my hand into her pussy. “I’m your soldier; that means I don’t owe the Alliance my loyalty any more. I’ll only fight for you from now on,” I started rubbing my fingers against her pussy. I could feel it beneath her suit. She bit her lip. “I’m your protector. So I’d take a bullet for you in a heartbeat and waste any bad guys who try to hurt you,” she leaned towards me and planted a kiss on my lips. She whispered her next words. “I’m also your lover. Well, I think you know what that means.”

“So... and this is completely hypothetical... say, if I wanted to make my mother into my servant, all I’d have to do is write ‘John Shepard’s servant’ on her arm? She’d just accept that and do whatever I wanted? It can’t be that simple.”

Ashley shrugged.

“It was for me at least. John, I know you have a thing for her. I saw you staring at her ass on the way from the docks. It’s okay, I won’t judge. You could go and claim her right now, if you wanted. Have the both of us worship your cock together.”

I pictured my mother in my head. Her plush lips kissing the head of my cock as she apologized for all the time she never spent with me when I was younger.

I shook my head. I still didn’t fully believe Ashley, but I’d test the pen when I had the chance tomorrow. If worse came to worse, I’d get a reprimand for writing some nonsense. I decided to switch gears.

“Won’t the Alliance have a problem with you ditching them to work for me?” I asked.

Ashley shook her head.

“Nope. Anyone who sees these lovely sentences will know exactly what I know,” she said.

So the markings created by the pen could apparently control the minds of anyone who looked at them? **** them to believe whatever was written? Man, that was scary, but it begged one major question.

“Why don’t I… know? Why isn’t it working on me?”

Ashley shrugged. She began unzipping her jumpsuit. It parted when the zipper went below her breasts, causing them to go tumbling out. Holy shit.

“See, I figure it’s because you’ve got the pen with you. I don’t know if it protected Jane in the same way, but that would be my guess.”

She lowered the zipper as far as it could go before she stood up from the couch. She grinned at me as I took in the sight of her body. She was toned and athletic, with most of her fat going to her hips and tits. A strip of brown hair decorated her pussy.

“Hm. I’d ask if you like what you see, but, well,” she gestured towards my groin.

My erection was pretty prominent by now. It throbbed against the confines of my pants.

The hot brunette knelt in front of me. God, it was so hot seeing her down there. It was hard to believe any of this was actually happening. It was all so surreal. If what Ashley said was true, then Jane had essentially mind-controlled her into being my sex ****. I really didn’t know how to feel about that. I mean, sure, a part of me wanted to thank my sister for giving me the greatest present of all time, but there was the issue of Ashley’s free will being stripped away. My sister had done that to one of her own soldiers. Her own friends. What did that say about her? What did it say about me that I was actually considering not trying to undo the mind control and keep Ashley for myself?

I felt Ashley’s hands on my groin. She looked up at me. Her eyes glowed with lust and hunger. There was an air of deference there, too. Like she wouldn’t do anything without my say-so and would obey any order I gave her.

“Go ahead,” I damned myself.

Ashley grinned and unzipped my fly. Her warm hands wrapped around my cock and dragged it into the open air.

She stared at it for a few moments. She licked her lips.

“Heh. Not bad, sir. Not bad at all,” she muttered. “So, what do you think we should do first? You want a blowjob or something even more fun? I'll do anything you want. Anything.”

“Holy shit, you’re actually serious about all of this,” I thought aloud, and Ashley rolled her eyes exasperatedly. “So if you’re my soldier, does that mean I get to see you in uniform?”

She laughed.

“Hm. Kinky. If you want, I can go back to my room and get my Alliance dress uniform right now. You wanna cum on my face while I salute you, sir?”

My cock throbbed. Holy fucking shit.

“M-maybe later…” I bit my lip. “Come and sit on my lap, Ashley. I want to fuck you like this.”

The naked woman in front of me obeyed immediately. My… my servant lifted her left leg to kneel down on the couch next to me. She slung her other leg over my lap to my other side and then lowered herself into my lap. My cock nestled itself into Ashley’s asscrack.

Tentatively, I reached behind her to grab her juicy butt that had so captivated me. She moaned appreciatively.

“God, I’ve been waiting for this for so long,” she said. She lowered her head towards mine and kissed me again. I responded enthusiastically. She probed my lips with her tongue and I opened them. We made out like that for a while. Gasps and low moans filled the room. She tasted so sweet, like cherries. I’d never forget it.

We broke the kiss a few minutes later. A string of saliva connected our mouths. Ashley gathered it up with her finger and put it in her mouth. She began sucking lewdly.

She moaned happily.

“Hey Ash.”

“Yeah?” she said.

“I think I’m ready.”

Ashley grinned lewdly. She grabbed my cock with her soft hand again and lifted herself up. There was a moment where time seemed to stop and we just stared into each other’s eyes. Then she lowered herself onto my cock.

Warm wetness engulfed the tip of my penis as she shoved the head into her pussy. She was so tight.

“How many men have you been with before?” I grunted.

“T-two,” she replied immediately. She lowered herself another inch with a guttural moan. “Neither of them were as big as you.”

Pride swelled within my chest. It occurred to me that she might have been exaggerating to assuage my ego and get me to fuck her. It still made me feel good about myself, even if I was only slightly larger than average.

I mauled her soft, plentiful assflesh as she lowered herself even further, finally coming to a stop. She gasped. The entirety of my dick was in her tight cunt. Her pussy walls massaged me, instinctively trying to milk my balls dry.

Then, she began to ride me.

“Shit, that feels good,” I said.

Ashley moaned. Her lips twitched upward as she moved. Up and down. Up and down. Her pussy clenched around me. She was so fucking wet and tight.

“Is, uh, is this your first time?” she asked.

I smacked her ass.

“What do you think, Ash?”

She bit her lip.

“Damn. I was hoping I’d get to take your virginity and make your first time-” she whimpered when my cock brushed against her cervix. “M-memorable. Oh fuck. Yeah, fuck me, John!”

I grabbed her hips and started moving her faster. I started actively fucking her then. We both moaned and grunted and panted. Her skin was slick with sweat. Her tits bounced wildly as she fucked herself up and down my cock.

“Yeah, right there! Oh God! I’m cumming!”

Ashley hilted herself with my cock, her pussy spasming as she came. She shuddered on top of me.

“Well now…” she panted. “That’s a whole new spin of ‘on the floor, give me twenty.’”

I smacked her ass again. Her pussy tightened around my cock. Huh, did she like that? What a fucking slut.

“You’re done already? You’d think that after all that training and those genemods that one of the Alliance’s best would be able to keep up with a civilian,” I teased her, hoping to get a reaction.

Her eyes flashed with renewed lust as she looked down on me.

“Ouch. What do I have to do to convince you I’m in good condition, sir?”

Hm. I expected her to remind me that she’d done most of the work, but she didn’t.

I smirked.

“Get up and put your hands on the couch. And stick that delicious ass out.”

“Sir, yes sir,” Ashley said eagerly. She moved off of me, freeing my cock from her pussy. It was smeared with her juices, so I felt a slight chill when it was exposed to open air.

I stood and watched as the woman who’d just minutes ago seemed completely unattainable bent over my couch and presented her delicious bubble butt. She looked back at me, her brown eyes still glowing with lust.

I didn’t know if what she’d told me earlier about Jane’s gift was true. I didn’t know if she was even sane. Or if I was sane.

But as I placed my hand possessively on Ashley’s ass and pushed my cock into her pussy, I decided that none of that really mattered. I'd sort everything out in the morning.