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A Hero's Reward. Chapter Two.
🕑 Added 2021-12-08 22:53:18 +0000 UTCWhen your big-titty milf sex-slave has self esteem issues...
#relatable
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It had been a very odd week, and by Commander Shepard’s standards that was really saying something.
She’d spent the days up until recently with her boots on the ground, wading through Geth and mud on Rannoch before facing a Reaper a one-on-one duel. She’d saved two species, ended a war, and managed to keep her ship and her crew alive through all of it. When she’d come back aboard, she’d expected to fall back into bed and sleep for the entirety of voyage back to the Citadel where they’d resupply before the next campaign.
She had certainly not expected to be visited by three of the Quarian Admiralty, or for those admirals to throw themselves into perpetual sexual slavery to her, or for them to practically fall to their knees and plead with her when she tried to tell them no.
Tired, bewildered, and obviously more than a little tempted, Shepard had surrendered, and now her life had three new lovers in it. For a moment, it had seemed like a dream, until she’d felt the curious mouths of her new concubines exploring her body the following morning.
Now, a few days later, the shock had worn off and confusion was setting in. Shepard had helped the Quarians get settled in her cabin as best she could, nursing a spectacular hangover from Xen’s little chemical cocktail. Whatever had been in that vial had really snuck up on her, because no sooner had she finished hauling the last of their trunks through the doorway into the cabin, she’d collapsed into a heap with a crashing headache. The admirals hadn’t seemed to have minded that she was almost completely out of it, Shepard doubted they would have complained if she had passed out for the entire day, though she still felt guilty about making the three sick women do all the heavy lifting themselves as they made themselves at home.
Her cabin was now home to four and was a little cluttered thanks to it. Quarians lived light as a species, but in anticipation of their new lives, all three had invested in certain luxuries they no doubt wanted to enjoy in the coming days. Their personal artefacts and keepsakes had been set up about the cabin, and their wardrobes had been neatly folded away in three separate trunks currently taking up space just to the right of Shepard’s bed.
A routine was developing, with relatively normal daily lives offset by tender and often exhausted mornings, and ridiculously passionate and demanding evenings. Shepard didn’t mind, she could count on one hand the number of times she’d gotten laid the past five years, thought to be fair she had been dead for two of them. It was more the lack of understanding exactly what she was in for that was bothering her. Oh, she could satisfy her lovers all night long, but she didn’t know quite what they needed from her yet, either physically or emotionally. Was this a long-term booty call? A genuine master-slave relationship? Or were they hoping that this carnal routine would blossom into a genuine romance?
Most days she didn’t have too much time to think about it, either consumed with taking care of her new partners or dealing with the mechanical monstrosities slowly consuming the entire galaxy. Today was a little different, aside from a simple strategy session in the war room there was nothing that demanded her attention. It was a simple ride back to the Citadel for a resupply, and that gave her time to think and relax.
Life hadn’t stopped for most of the rest of the crew of course, Xen was still arguing with the remaining two admirals down in the war room, and Tali was checking in on the engine core, no doubt out of nostalgia. Raan, however, had only one thing on her mind, and had hurried right back to Shepard the second she’d ended the comms to the flotilla.
“How did the other admirals take it?” Shepard asked, sprawled on her bed and biting her lip, her gaze focused upwards at the wide window at the top of her cabin. The swirling blue-purple vortex of FTL transit was calming, like the rushing, rolling motion of the ocean she’d grown up beside. She groaned and tore her eyes away as no response to her question came. “Raan?”
“Mhhhuhg?” Raan gurgled, eyes fluttering open as her throat convulsed and spluttered, embedded on Shepard’s throbbing cock. It was quite a sight, the beautiful older admiral’s stately face blushing, her eyes watering and her cheeks bulging as she kissed Shepard’s base, leaving a neat ring of black lipstick against her balls and the thick red curls Shepard kept above her pole.
“I said how did the other admirals take it?” Shepard repeated, feeling her cock jerk inside Raan’s gullet at the sight. “I… can’t imagine Han’Gerrel was too happy.”
“Gwuh.” Raan groaned, raising her head with a wet slurp, inch after inch of human cock slipping out of her gullet until she was panting and drooling onto its tip. “Nhuo… nhot sho happy aht ahll.”
She swallowed loudly as Shepard’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, and wiped her mouth, blushing furiously out of lust as much as embarrassment.
“Ahem, I mean… not so happy at all, mistress.” She said bashfully. “But the law is the law, mostly I think he was angry new admirals would have to be elected.”
“You didn’t have to retire, you know.” Shepard blushed, resting on her elbows as Raan thoughtfully pumped her cock in her palm. “Not for me.”
“If I was to be your property, I could not remain an admiral.” Raan smiled. “Property cannot lead, after all. Besides, I think it was time, my people need new blood, new ideas, not stupid old crones like me.”
“Whoa hey.” Shepard said, frowning with concern. She sat up and gently took Raan by the cheeks, petting her flushing face with her thumbs. “Don’t talk about yourself like that.”
Raan’s collar glowed immediately and she let out a soft, keening whimper, biting her lip as pleasure coursed through her body. Shepard winced and tugged at the ring locked around her finger uneasily. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to…”
“It’s alright.” Raan whispered happily, clearing her throat. “It feels wonderful.”
Shepard grimaced slightly. “Still, seems wrong to force you to obey me.”
Raan took her hands and squeezed. “Shepard, you are my mistress, my owner. I didn’t give myself to you on a whim, it wasn’t some trivial decision. I am your property now, and property doesn’t get to choose when or how it’s owner uses it.”
“You’re not just a thing though.” Shepard reminded her. “You’re a woman.”
“I am.” Raan agreed with a smile. “And I very much enjoy your company, mistress.” She rose up and straddled Jane’s lap, pressing her hot, wet cunt against the still-hard pole of human meat between her owner’s legs.
“Hmh.” Shepard moaned, gripping her by the ass, fingers sinking into the plump purple meat of the admiral’s incredible rump. “Has… this sort of thing happened a lot in Quarian history?”
“Not in the past millennium.” Raan hummed, rolling her hips against Shepard, feeling the commander’s cock slide between her thick thighs and rub against her slit. “It was an ancient tradition centuries before the Quarians discovered the Mass Relays, long before we had even left Rannoch, let along created the Geth. When Rannoch fell, our ancient laws and traditions were seen as hugely important, they were all we had left, but as the centuries passed many were changed or abandoned to suit life in the Flotilla.”
“But this one survived?”
“No one remembered.” Raan groaned. “But I had… the full records… I knew every law both current and… d… defunct… oh Keelah.”
Shepard kissed Raan’s cheek and nuzzled her nose into her hair, enjoying the admiral’s hot, heavy breaths against her collarbone and the soft caress of her cunt against her shaft. For all her strength and resolve, she was only human. She had needs, and those needs hadn’t been properly met in years. There was only so much resistance she could put up against the idea of enjoying her new playmates before pure primal libido took control. “Hmmm.” She groaned. “Can’t… imagine how much of a scandal this is back on Rannoch. You three… becoming my slaves… abandoning your duties…”
“It doesn’t… matter!” Raan grunted, tightening her grip on Shepard’s shoulders and rocking faster and faster. “I don’t care anymore!”
“Fuck… you really… don’t care you abandoned your people… for this?”
“No!” Raan cried out, her voice rising in pitch as she rutted desperately against Shepard. “I’m a selfish old slut! All I care about is… is fucking… fucking youuuu!”
Shepard let out a gasp as Raan came, her thighs clenching tight around her cock as she shuddered and quaked. The older woman fell forwards with a swooning whimper and cuddled against her owner’s chest.
Shepard held her for a few moments, enjoying the heat of her heaving chest against her breasts and the wetness of her womanhood resting over her cock. She sighed after a while and toyed with Raan’s hair. “Good?”
“Always… my mistress.” Raan crooned, raising her head and meeting Shepard in a loving kiss. “But it isn’t your job to please me… is it?”
“Whoa!” Shepard gasped as Raan hopped off of her lap and gripped her cock tight.
“May I finish what I started?” the older woman purred softly, her breath blowing over the hot tip of Shepard’s cock, still slick with both spit and the admiral’s nectar.
“You know, we could just talk for once.” Jane groaned breathlessly before moaning as Raan gave her a teasing lick. “Fuck… oh… okay… do whatever you want.”
Raan giggled, pleased that her research and practice on how to properly please a human hadn’t been a waste of time. Shepard was sweet, still shy about doing whatever she wanted with Raan and the others, but the surprising tenderness she showed her new pets made Raan melt. For as much as she needed a hard dicking, to be used and filled until she was a quivering mess on the floor, having a pair of strong arms to hold her and a gentle heart to care for her was reward enough for her oath of submission.
She admired Jane as she bobbed up and down on her shaft. She’d always thought Shepard was beautiful, frankly there weren’t many in the galaxy that could truthfully say they didn’t, but seeing her naked and sweaty was a privilege she basked in whenever she had the opportunity.
Shepard’s breasts, firm and muscular as the rest of her, heaved with her breaths as she lay back and let Raan work. Her abs, eight neat little mountains of muscle, tensed and pulsed as she squirmed. Shepard’s skin, pale and freckled, glistened in the low light with sweat and quarian spit, the scent of which was only sending Raan further into heat.
The older woman reached up and stroked a purple palm over Shepard’s abdomen as she slurped, feeling the heat of her lover’s flesh and the strength of the muscle that lay below.
It was funny, the two couldn’t have looked different, even beyond the nature of their differing species. Shepard was tall and broad-shouldered, still feminine with her curves and features, but undeniably powerful. Her arms were thick with muscle and her hands were calloused, her stomach was like a brick wall and her breasts, though not exactly small, were neat and firm.
Raan, on the other hand, was short and broad-hipped, almost comically feminine, thanks to her pendulous udders and massive bubblebutt. Her lips were plush and her eyes heavy-lidded, her arms were slender, her thighs were thick and fleshy, leading down to slimmer calves and dainty feet. Her stomach was soft and pliant, a result of too little exercise and too many good meals.
If shepard was the picture of an amazonian soldier, Raan was the pinnacle in big-titted, fat-assed milfs.
Raan sighed through her nose, the thought taking all of the fun out of throating Shepard. The redhead noticed the lack of slurping immediately and sat up, frowning as Raan pulled back and wiped her lips apologetically.
“Hey, you ok?
“Of course.” Raan smiled unconvincingly, “I’m sorry… I’m still new to fellatio.”
“The blowjob was great, that’s not the problem.” Shepard said slowly, shuffling closer and taking Raan by the hips. “Tell me what’s wrong?”
Raan groaned huskily as her collar pulsed, “I… I’m worried I’m… too… old to be attractive to you.” she gasped, the words bursting out of her even as she fought to keep them in.
“That’s ridiculous.” Shepard laughed, “You’re gorgeous!”
“You’re very sweet.” Raan blushed. “But I know I can’t compare to someone like Tali.”
Shepard’s brows knit and she reached out to hug the pouting woman, squeezing her tight. “So… how old are you then?”
The admiral stiffened in her arms, only slightly but with how closely they were pressed, it was easily detectable. “S… seventy-nine.” She mumbled.
Shepard’s brows shot up and she pulled back, staring down at Raan who blushed and nervously toyed with her ear. “Quarians do live about 50% longer than the average human.” She explained, “In your terms I would be in my fifties, I believe, or… more likely my early sixties…”
“Raan, if that’s true you’ve aged spectacularly.” Jane said with a crooked grin. “Seriously, I hope I look half as good as you do when I’m sixty!”
Raan seemed confused. “But... I’m old… twice as old as you are, almost four times as old as Tali! I know your last lover was an asari, but even she was younger than I am by her own species’ standards, barely more than a teenager!”
“You think you’re not attractive to me because you’re older than I am?” Shepard smiled softly, stroking Raan’s waist as the admiral pouted at her reflection. “I like older women.”
Raan laughed hollowly. “Shepard, please. I am well past my prime, as you can see.”
Shepard raised a brow before grabbing Raan by the hips and lifting her off the mattress with a yelp of surprise. “Ah! Sh… Shepard?” she let out a girlish squeak as she was spun through the air and dropped heavily onto her back on the bed.
“What part of you is past it’s prime, hm?” Jane growled, pressing a kiss to Raan’s cheek as her hands kept her pinned to the bed. “This gorgeous face?”
She roamed lower, squeezing one of Raan’s fat lilac breasts and sucking on her nipple. “These beautiful tits?” She crawled lower still, lips peppering soft kisses down Raan’s body, over her soft belly to her navel, and then continuing on her way to the bald purple pussy that had been massaging her cock. “What about these phenomenal hips? Or this cute little pussy? What about these lovely legs and your sweet little toes? What part of you isn’t just delicious?” She gave Raan’s womanhood a lick that made the older woman moan breathlessly, before grabbing her by the waist and yanking her flush with her hips.
“Tell me!” she demanded, rolling her cock against Raan’s sopping hole and grinning as she saw the terrified arousal on her lover’s face.
“I… I don’t know!” Raan whined, her collar flooding her body with pleasure. “Wh… why do you find me so attractive? I’m just a… ahh!”
Shepard thrust inside her with one sharp movement, knocking the wind out of Raan’s lungs and silencing her in an instant. She pressed low and forced a passionate kiss onto Raan’s panting lips, purring as she felt the admiral’s legs cross behind her back. “You are one of the most magnificent women I have ever seen in my life.” She rasped. “You are mature and elegant and curvaceous; you are smart and wise and sweet. You’ve got the mind of a scholar in the body of a goddess all squeezed down into an adorable little package. You are perfect.”
“f… uhck… Mistress!” Raan sobbed, whole body jiggling as Shepard pounded into her.
“Say it.”
“I… I’m perfect!” Raan gasped, tears sparkling in her eyes as Shepard’s toned, muscular body pressed her flat onto the mattress. “Mistress… ahn… don’t stop!”
“Again!”
“I’m perfect!”
“Again!”
“Keelah… I’m perfect Mistress!”
“Now believe it!”
Raan howled and clung to Shepard, her nails scratching at the human’s back as she was stretched by the fat, virile pole of meat she’d submitted her life to. Spots danced before her eyes, her legs quivered and shook as she desperately tried to ride out the mind-melting pleasure-coma Shepard was fucking her into. She knew the collar didn’t work like that, they merely stimulated pain or pleasure depending on their setting, they couldn’t actually change a person’s brain-chemistry. Still Shepard’s passion made it hard to deny she truly found her attractive.
“Cum insiiiiiiide!” Raan pleaded, legs crossed behind Shepard’s back, her hands clinging to her mistress’ traps as Shepard’s cock stretched her out more and more with every thrust. “Pleeeeeease!”
Shepard growled in response, hands clenching and squeezing her ass as her balls tightened and she finally blew her load. Raan croaked helplessly as she felt her owner’s molten sperm gush inside her womb, filling her and overflowing her womanhood in mere moments, spurting from her sopping petals with every beat of Shepard’s heart.
Colours danced before Raan’s eyes and she went limp, panting as Shepard sat inside her, plugging her cunt so that the mass of sperm inside her could only sit and bubble away in her guts.
“Oh Keelah.”
Jane grunted and turned her head to see Tali standing just inside the doorway. Her mask was in her hand and her eyes were wide with amazement at seeing Shepard pound Raan for all she was worth. A sweet blush had come over her pale purple cheeks, her eyes darted nervously between Shepard’s face and where her cock speared into Raan.
“S… sorry to interrupt… mistress.” She breathed. “Please… don’t stop on my account.”
“Hah… would… you… like to watch, Tali?” Raan groaned from beneath Shepard, peering over a bicep. “Watch Auntie Raan… get fucked?”
“May I mistress?” Tali asked, biting her lip. “Please?”
“Er.. sure?” Shepard shrugged, panting for breath as Tali scurried closer and perched on the bed. “Um… I’m not…” she began, feeling suddenly uncomfortable, before Raan rocked beneath her and nibbled at her collarbone.
“Mistressss.” She whined. “Don’t stop… please I need more!”’
Shepard groaned as she felt the admiral’s hot, wet cunt suck at her cock desperately, trying to drag her inside, and began to thrust once again. Her attention remained fixed on the gorgeous alien milf beneath her, how Raan blushed and whimpered and jiggled with every motion, but the soft gasps and groans Tali was making to the side were hard to ignore.
As exhausted as she was, the prospect of another round with the beautiful woman beneath her had her stiff as a board, and the longer she fought through the fatigue, the easier it was to put her all into fucking Raan into a sticky mess.
Tali cooed and gasped with amazement and envy as Raan was pounded, nibbling on a finger and grinding her palm against her crotch, aching to get out of the suit but refusing to take her eyes off the breeding pair for an instant.
When at last Raan let out a croaking plea for mercy, Shepard relented, rolling onto her back and wheezing for breath. “Goddamn… Raan… you can… really take a… pounding.”
“Hhah.” Raan managed weakly, laying in place and clutching her cunt as Shepard’s seed slowly oozed out of her. “Th… thank… you.”
Tali smiled and brushed some hair behind her ear, crawling around the exhausted pair to Shepard’s side and giving her a tender stroke. “Would you like me to clean you up?”
Shepard managed a nod and sighed heavily as Tali set to work kissing and licking up every last dollop of thick, virile spunk glistening on her body.
“W… wow.” Tali breathed, running her hands over Shepard’s bicep after she was satisfied her tongue couldn’t possible explore anywhere new.
Shepard smiled mutely and gave her arm a flex beneath Tali’s curious fingers. The little Quarian let out a gasp as she felt the muscle harden and bulge and nibbled her lip.
“I… I always wondered… Keelah you’re so strong.” She mumbled. “I’d never seen anyone naked before, I didn’t realise how p… powerful you are.”
Shepard raised a brow and reached up, grabbing Tali by the hips and hauling her up off the ground to a shriek of surprise. “You like my muscles, huh?” she laughed, holding Tali over her head like a child.
“Oh Keelah.” Raan moaned, rolling onto her front and staring adoringly at Shepard’s gleaming naked body.
“Put me down!” Tali squeaked, cheeks burning a dark plum.
“C’mon Tali, this is a good workout.” Shepard grunted, shifting her grip carefully so she could support Tali’s body, before beginning to hoist her up and down over her chest. “Who needs weights when I’ve got you?”
Raan tittered approvingly and nuzzled close to Shepard’s abs, running her fingers over each rippling muscle and salivating at the thought of yet another round of passionate, primal mating. “Keelah, mistress… if you need a bigger challenge you can try me on for size. I weigh more than our Tali.”
“Hmf.” Shepard grunted, setting a blushing Tali down beside her and wiping her forehead. “Maybe later, Raan… you’ve already worn me out.”
“M…maybe we could just… cuddle?” Tali asked hopefully, eyes darting between Shepard’s face and her sweat-licked body.
Shepard smiled sleepily, “That’d be nice.” She said, reaching out and welcoming Tali under her arm. As both Quarians snuggled up against her chest and wound themselves around her, Shepard let out one last exhausted sigh and laid her head back.
Yes, it had been a very odd week, but Shepard happened to like odd and if this was the shape of how her life was going to be from now on, she could certainly think of worse ways to live.
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Bianca Anderson
Please continue this lovely story, thank you.
