Miranda Lawson

Miranda was busy sorting out reports in her quarters as usual. Reports about the missions, about the normandy, the state of the crew, ect. When she was starting on her next one, in came Shepard. Miranda noticed there was something a bit odd with the commander. He looked more smug, more sure of himself, and she could've sworn that his eyes had a bit of a glow to them. "Miranda?" Asked Shepard.

"Yes daddy?" Said Miranda. It's been a while since she called the commander by his official title. The female crew members of the Normandy had acclimitized to referring to Shepard in a way that will demean themselves. After all, it was the normal thing to do.

"How many times have you cummed today?" He asked.

"I've came 8 times today, daddy. I was fantasizing about you spanking my ass while fucking me from behind. I also had Jack tattoo a tramp stamp above my butt and had her write 'Daddy Shepard's buttslut' on my ass as well. The buttplug I always wear makes me think about you using me constantly." Said Miranda, matter-of-factly. While saying this she was also rubbing her cunt steadily. After all, any female crew member must masturbate when speaking with daddy.

Miranda noticed that Shepard was looking intently at her, which puzzled her a bit. She looked down at her body to see if there were any irregularities and there weren't any in her eyes. She was wearing her typical uniform nowadays. It was exactly like her old one, but all that's left now are the arms and legs part of her attire. So her tits, pussy, and ass were always visible. It was hard for to look down past her chest. Her funbags were twice the size of her head. She didn't know how she would've tolerated her girls being under wraps and she didn't care. Her milkies running free were all that mattered now.

"Is there something wwong daddy?" Asked Miranda. "Agh, I slipped up again! It's hard to talk properly with my bimbo lips, sorry daddy." She said.

"Oh don't worry Buttslut, those lips make you a better dicksucker! So it's fine if you mess your words from time to time."

Miranda was relieved from that. She didn't expect daddy to be so understanding. "Speaking of which. Why don't we do just that?" As Shepard said this, he unzipped his pants and released his impressive member. His cock already erect from talking to his buttslut. Miranda didn't say anything, as soon as she saw his cock she stopped thinking and throated his cock. Her mouth reached the base of his crotch, the entirety of his cock engulffed in her throat. Her eyes started to water, causing her makeup to run black tear lines from her eyes. Her lipstick smeared on his member, giving it slight a reddish hue. Shepard pulled her back away from him cock, releasing her from it.

Miranda, on the other hand, her eyes were crossed, looking at nothing in particular. A trail of saliva leading back to Shepard's dick. Her mouth was drooling from the act. Before she could say anything though, Shepard immediately started fucking her mouth. His hips violenty humping her mouth pussy, her body went limp, her arms fell to her hips. You could only hear the sounds of her gagging and spitting. Violently, he came. His cum filling her mouth without hesitation. There was too much for her throat to handle, so any cum that she couldn't swallow was used to paint her body with it instead. Her mouth, face, and tits were covered in his gunk.

As her body was being painted white, the last bit of her conciousness fade with it, passing out entirely. Thankfully Shepard caught her, and carried to her bed. Face down. With her ass sticking out. He could see the tramp stamp and writing that marked her as his property, and his penis was ready for more. As his dick was completely lubricated from the perfect throat fuck, he wasted no time in ravaging her pretty asshole. With no hesitation, he impaled his cock into her rear. As Miranda was ****, there wwas no rection from her. Except of course, from her cunt, which squirted as soon as the commander thrust his cock inside of her pretty asshole, staining her white bed sheets eith her fluid. The whole room reeked of sex. Both of their bodies were sweating from the rigorous act. Difference was that Shepard was aware of everything going on. Her enlarged assets, the questions being asked, her state of mind, all were changed to fit the needs of Shepard, and ergo, the stone.

Shepard continued to fuck her ass. Closely holding her body to his, gyrating his hips quickly. With each thrust he could feel Miranda's body convulsing slightly. Her body uncociously reacting to the pleasure it was receiving. Even without the stone, such an electrity of bliss would have been enough to break her. With a final push the both of them came. His semen releasing inside her ass, filling it up. He then buckled up his pants and started to leave her room, before giving an ass cheek a hard slap. A sharp crack could be heard. Her body lift itself slightly from the coded pleasure, before falling limp again.