Mass Effect: Driven to Breed

The door to his quarters chimed again, more insistently this time. Shepard looked up from his console, he had the time. Hell, he'd make the time if need be, but it wasn't about that. He'd planted the hook deep in this girl, made her want it. Made her wait for it. And now he could practically smell her arousal through the door. It was 0200, the dead of night. She was trying to be sneaky. Shepard knew the last thing she wanted was for others to find out. He'd briefly considered bending her over his command perch in the CIC, fucking her in front of everyone. But no, he couldn't do that. He had to be careful, too. He'd found that out the hard way. He should send her away. Hell he shouldn't have even started with her in the first place. She didn't fit any of his rules. Still...Ra Ra his 'Great Purpose' and all that, but sometimes a man just had to get his rocks off. Just a little fun, nothing dangerous, he promised himself just before he thumbed the door control and Ashley Williams slid inside.

"Don't you know it's rude keep a lady waiting, Skipper?" Her eyes smoldered. She was angry, like usual and horny. It was an enticing combination. He shouldn't do this, the little voice in his head reminded him.

"I think military decorum trumps old fashioned courtesy, Gunny." He replied, his eyes raked over her form. A tight fitting black shirt and pants, hugging the subtle curves of her body. She was whip tight and slender, nearly as tall as he was.

"Don't tell my mom that, she'd never let you take me out on the town." Ashley took a step closer, her back arched under his gaze, the hem of her shirt rose up to reveal a slice of tight belly, skin a few shades darker than his own and firm below her belly button. He ached to put his hand in that sweet spot.

"It'll be our little secret." Shepard promised. She was waiting for him. Daring him to take her. He shouldn't. Mustn't. And yet... He reached out and dragged her into his arms, his mouth latching on her her with a hunger. She purred in his grasp. Then pushed back.

"What about..." She didn't finish, instead her gaze went past him to the framed picture of Liara, that sat beside his bed. Their eyes met again.

"It'll be our little secret." Shepard said with a cocky smile. He knew she had a chip on her shoulder and he exploited it ruthlessly. "Besides, don't you want to know who's better?"

"Bastard." Ashley growled, and shoved him backward onto the bed. "I'll show you better."

She straddled his lap, hands fisted in the lapels of his service jacket, grinding her core against his rapidly hardening cock, he could practically feel her wetness through the layers of clothes. She wrapped one hand against the back of his head, blocking all escape as her tongue invaded his mouth and sought out his own. There was no gentleness here, this was war. Shepard slid his hands under the hem of her shirt, reaching higher to cup the supple firmness of her young breasts. She hadn't worn a bra, his cock turned to iron as her turgid nipple popped into his palm and he dragged a heady moan from her.

"Somebodies excited to see me." Ashley groaned, grinding harder against his massive erection. "You know, I've heard a lot of rumors about the first human Spectre having a big gun."

"Sounds like something you should investigate. Could be something you could really sink your teeth into."

"Drop it down to sublight, Captain. My Momma raised a lady."

Shepard slid one hand down between her legs and savored her shocked gasp. He could feel the heat radiating off her core even through her clothes. "Please. Girls like you don't want to be cherished, they want to be taken. But if you're not interested..."

"Wait." She put a hand up to his chest. "Take it out."

"No." He pushed her to her knees and towered over her. He loved this part. "You take it out."

As she reached into his pants, her smile was cocky and self assured and lasted until she tried and failed to wrap her hand around his angry shaft. She tugged and pulled, struggling against the weight of his meaty glory, until at last the entire thing popped free and her expression turned to apprehension, even a little fear. It was a weapon all right. Ten inches long and thicker than her wrist, veins crisscrossing the sides leading up to a massive purple crown that screamed its purpose; this cock made women, it made mothers.

"Holy, fucking shit. So....big." She whispered, then to herself. "Don't go soft, girl. Take it slow, you can climb this mountain." A questioning look entered her eyes. "Does Liara...?"

No, would have been the honest answer. Shepard could barely get her to hold hands, before a blue blush erupted across busty little alien and she ran away giggling like a schoolgirl. But Ash didn't need to know that. "Don't worry about her. Worry about you. Are you ready to prove you belong on my ship, Gunny?"

She nodded, face set in determination. She reached out and grabbed his cock by the base, flinching as it twitched in response. Her eyes wide, she licked experimentally at the thick shaft before stretching her mouth wide and capturing the whole head in her mouth. Her cheeks bulged in response as she nursed gently from the tip, her tongue dancing over the sensitive crown as she worked him. In one hand she gently pumped the base of his shaft, while the other cradled his heavy sack. He gazed down at her face, her eyes were closed, as she moaned around his shaft in worship. In an instant was all too much. Shepard let out a shout of pleasure and grabbed her head by reflex. His cock surged to the back of her mouth and down her throat. Ashley's eyes shot open in panic and she wrenched free, coughing and .

"Jesus Shepard!" She managed to say. "Warn a girl before you try and break her jaw."

He smirked. "You gonna quit, Gunny?"

"I don't know that word." She growled before diving back onto his shaft. She inch after inch back down her throat and pumped him for all he was worth. Her mouth was divine, warm and wet, her throat even tighter. Every stroke dragged him closer to eruption, his cum was boiling in his sack, aching for release. He wasn't going to last long under this onslaught.

Ashley took him right to the edge before pulling back. His cock was suddenly twitching in cool empty air, the faintest hair from an eruption, it swayed in from of Ashley's pursed lips, which had curved into a predatory smile.

"How's that for earning my place skipper?"

"You know your way around a cock, girl. Tell me, is this how you made Sergeant, on your knees?" Shepard laughed as her eyes turned to pure fire. "You're cute. Let me show you how a N7 does it."

Shepard grabbed her head and used her. No talent, or artistry, his thick cock surged down her throat as he set a rough tempo. She tried to keep up, tongue lapping at his shaft, lips dragging over every inch of him, even as she choked enough air to stay conscious. None of it matter. Not even her. She knew he would keep face-fucking her even if she passed out. He'd take every part of her to satisfy his urges. She could never admit it out loud, but the asshole was right. She didn't want to be loved right now, she wanted to be destroyed, and he was doing a damn thorough job. She rubbed her thighs together as a wet spot spread through her crotch. Her nipples were rubbing deliciously against shirt and her core was aching.

Ashley's hand slid down to her breast, teasing a sensitive nipple on the way to her soaking snatch. She gently rubbed her sex through the thin material of her pants, desperately feeding the fire inside her. She longed to get around her belt, to sneak a finger to her sensitive clit and another to press inside and sooth the emptiness in her pussy. The thought of Shepard's hard cock in her, stretching her tight little hole made her gush. She clenched her thighs tight around her hand, to increase the pressure, when she realized Shepard wasn't thrusting anymore. He pressed deep, his balls resting on her chin- he was cumming -she felt his cock swell even larger in her mouth, threatening to dislocate her jaw. It twitched, once, twice then erupted in a cascade of hot salty cum first down her throat, then filling her mouth and finished with two more heavy spurts across her face.

Shepard gasped for breath as the last few spurts of cum leaked onto the floor. He was still achingly hard. He knew a blowjob would never satisfy those urges. They couldn't. He needed the real thing. And from Ash's needy expression, she felt the same. They stripped out of their clothes wordlessly. Both knowing where this was about to go. Shepard feasted on his crewmember's beautiful body. She tight everywhere, long lines of coltish muscle that gave way to subtle curves topped off with pert breasts that sat high above her hard belly, below which waited the hidden treasure of her sex, just slightly hidden behind a few dark curls. His cock throbbed at the thought. Fuck the rules, fuck being careful. Fuck 'em all. The only thing that could satisfy him was getting balls deep in this woman and putting his mark on her. Claiming her.

Shepard was just about to pounce when the intercom crackled to life. It was the same old bullshit, some emergency transmission from Hackett. Pirates or slavers or Geth attacking some poor little lost colony out in the bumfuck nowhere's of space. He would straight up ignored Joker's insistent calls for a response and gone for round two, but his little morsel was already diving back into her clothes as klaxon alarms brought the ship back to combat readiness.

"Come on. We'll be groundside in ten!" Ash whispered furiously before running out the door.

He reluctantly shrugged his way into his armor. His cock still furiously hard and his thoughts more than a little consumed with being buried in one of Ashley's tight holes. Frankly he didn't give a shit about the mission anymore. It hadn't always been this way. Up until a few weeks ago, he'd been a good soldier, maybe even a good man. But now, his mind was more and more consumed every day by what he had found in that damn Beacon.

It all started on Eden Prime.

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Shepard's world had turned red. Everything he could see and touch were vibrant shades of crimson and magenta, but more than that, he could taste copper, smell rose and ringing in his ears were the sweet crystal notes of ruby. It was as if the world had been compressed into a single point, and from that nexus he was being rebuilt. His own memories started first, flooding into his mind as he the red faded to a gentle mist. He recalled the cut or be cut childhood he tried to leave behind, littered with the corpses of civilized notions like decency and honor. Saw himself enlisting in the Alliance to try and outrun his past. Even witnessed his first lover at the embarrassing age of nineteen. Curiously, the red swirling a little brighter at that. Memories flooded by now, some holding in his mind, others passing quickly, with no pattern he could detect. He met David Anderson again, and though he longed to savor the moment he became the Captain's protege, the memories raced further on; though they still paused here and there as if sampling everything he had to offer. Akuze. Torfan. Eden Prime As he raced toward the present faster and faster Shepard felt an unending dread begin to leach into his bones, something wicked was coming. It hit him like wall.

What came next wasn't something his senses could define, it was almost emotion and thought crystalized. A message, but poured directly into his soul and all the more terrifying for it. It was a symphony of fear and pain, dotted with the faintest notes of hope. Something .... terrible, something that hated him was coming. No that wasn't right. The signal became distorted and disjointed, it tried again and this time Shepard got it. It didn't hate him. It hated everything. It brought ....change? The signal wobbled and split into senses once more. He saw a towering wave crash down upon a sea of lights and leave only darkness in its wake. He tasted rot and burning metal. . It brought . The signal hummed with appreciation. And the image resolved to him once more. He stood before the wave, glowing like a torch, a mighty rock sheltering the lights below, only to be torn down a piece at a time. He couldn't stop what was coming he realized. But then image shifted, he was there, joined by a multitude of others, all wearing his face and they stood together as one. The wave crashed against them time and again, but they held it back and the glow behind him began to shine, gently at first but then with a painful intensity. It surrounded him, this burning liquid light, washing over his skin and pouring into him.

Shepard jerked awake hard. His hands instinctively reaching for a weapon. Assessment: Semi-dark room, fatigues, not alone.

"Doctor, Doctor Chakwas! I think he's waking up!" An unfamiliar voice called out. Ashley. Another sole survivor, like him. Her worried fact peered down at him, and for a moment he left himself get lost in those dark eyes. She was wearing some of Jenkins BDUs, hadn't even had time to rip the nameplate off, or maybe she couldn't. Her arm was in a sling and he was pretty sure she was nursing a limp.

He sat up and took in the familiar sight of the Normandy's medbay, as a kindly woman just on the far side of middle age regarded him with irked amusement. Dr. Chakwas, he recalled. She was one of the good ones. "You worried about me, Doc?"

She flashed him a tight smile. "And how. You wouldn't believe the paperwork I have to fill out for a KIA, Shepard."

Shepard, his name sounded strangely... incomplete as if that wasn't enough word to describe all that he was.

"I wouldn't want to put any more work on your plate." He hopped down, nearly face-planting on legs that were pure jelly. "How long was I out?"

"Almost a day!" Ashley cut in. "We had drag you back to the ship."

"I'm sorry, are you a doctor or a patient?" Chakwas said.

"I-

"You'll have your chance to fuss over him girl. Now get yourself a medical license or get back on your cot." Chakwas pulled out a small flashlight and peered into Shepard's eyes as Ashley trudged to next bed over. "It was only fifteen hours, barely a nap. Your vitals are good. Anything I need to worry about?" As she reached down to take his pulse by hand, the his senses began to expand, it was as if Shepard was seeing her for the very first time. Her tight smile and brusque bedside manner were a rough cover for an old wound. 'You're a damn fine sawbones Karin,' she reminded herself, but working on soldiers you always lost more than you saved. She couldn't let the mask slip. Couldn't let the hurt in.

Shepard gasped as she pulled back. What the hell was that? Karin- Chakwas, her thoughts no longer in his grasp, gave him a curious look. "Shepard?"

"Just some throbbing." He lied. Telling people he thought he could read their minds would put him on the fast track for a Cat-5 dismissal. No thank you. "At least I didn't have to make the hike back. The Beacon?"

"Destroyed." Ashley called over, her face nearly crumpled from shame. "It was my fault. I ... got too close to it. You saved my life."

"And I didn't even get a thank you." He smiled to let her know he was kidding and was rewarded with a fierce blush before she looked away.

"Now that your 'busted arm' is feeling better, perhaps you feel ready to evacuate my medbay, Gunnery Sergeant?" Chakwas tone was both knowing and iron hard and Ashley snapped a quick salute before she left. "That one refused to leave your side. I think you've got a fan, Commander."

Shepard caught himself nodding in assent without thinking. Odd. He'd rarely had time for romantic entanglements in his life. Emotional connection required too much trust for his comfort and fucking his fellow crewmates tended to complicate things. So why was his mind playing back the image of Ashley's hips swaying in her stolen BDU's over and over again? Really, it was disrespectful for her to wear them. He should have made her strip them off, maybe even punish her a bit for-

"Shepard, I'm your doctor. You should know, if there's anything you need to tell me, I promise you it will never leave this room."

"There's nothing." Shepard lied through his teeth. "Why are you asking?"

She flicked control on her wrist pad and a holographic screen slammed into existence. "This is a scan of your brain. You've been emitting massive quantities of Gamma waves nonstop since they brought you in."

"And that's unusual?"

"Not if you were doing calculus." She gave him a level look. "So I ask again. Is there anything I need to know?"

"When I touched the Beacon, it showed me things. Like a dream."

"What kind of dream?" Captain Anderson called out as he marched into the room. He was of an age with Chakwas, thickly build and dark skinned, every inch of him screamed career military. He was the first man Shepard had admired. The man he'd tried so hard to emulate. Lying to him would be a betrayal, but he didn't have to tell him everything.

"More like a vision, except it was like it didn't understand me. It was like someone describing the ocean to a person who had never seen water."

"I can give you two some privacy." Chakwas said.

"Stay." Captain Anderson commanded. He set a small data recorder down, before turning back to Shepard. "Tell us everything you can remember, don't try to make things make sense, just let the words come."

"There was a beach. Lights. Waves. Endless destruction." Shepard recalled, he couldn't fully recall everything that had filled his mind in that sea of red, much less make sense of it.

"Perhaps, the Prothean were describing whatever destroyed them?" Chakwas offered. "A chronicle?"

"It didn't feel like that." Shepard shook his head. "This was a warning. I don't know what it was, there something rotten... metallic. Synthetics maybe. An army or a swarm?" The Protheans likely had the same reservations about artificial life as we did. It could be a weapon. If Saren got his hands on it... Sir, he killed Nihlus."

"Saren hates humanity and anyone who helps us. Beyond that, you're guess is as good as mine. Allying with the Geth makes him dangerous, if he gets his hands on this weapon, he could wipe us out once and for all."

"We won't let that happen." Shepard promised.

Captain Anderson turned to Chakwas. "He's fit for duty?"

Chakwas caught the silent plea in Shepard's eyes. "Light duty. And only on the condition that he promises to return if any symptoms come up."

"Scouts honor, Doc." He shot her a confident smile, only for her to roll her eyes and mutter about flyboys on her way out.

"I gave Jenkins' spot to Williams." Captain Anderson's voice was terse. Dead colleagues were just part of the job. You either moved on, or you cried about it, then you moved on. "Get your shit squared and your report filed. We'll be on the Citadel in four hours." As Shepard turned to leave he felt the Captain grab his shoulder. "Shepard."

"Sir?"

"Be careful. There's a lot more to that station than what they put in the brochures."

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Meanwhile, on a forgotten world across the galaxy, a massive figure crouched over a wall of consoles. Four pairs of eyes were tracking various information streams. His had many capable information assets on on the Citadel and the best of them had brought him news that made him stagger. A working Prothean Beacon had been used, by a human of all things. What secrets were stored inside the device? And had the human learned of any of them? This could be the leverage he had been waiting for, the first step of his Great Purpose.

The Broker ordered his local agents to uncover as much information as they could about this 'Commander Shepard'.

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