Commission: Shepard Shoots Samara

Samara has broken her code, and now lives in an intensely sexual relationship with Shepard. The thing is, it's not Shepard she's fucking. Samara keeps bringing the crew of the Normandy into Shepard's cabin and fucking them within an inch of their lives. All poor Shepard can do is sit and watch and take pictures of her lover and her friends going at it.

-o-o-o-

“Goddess… you are fun.” Samara cooed huskily, slender blue fingers stroking over Jack’s chin. She let out a soft gasp as a tattooed hand smacked against her rump before laughing. “Still life in you after all?”

“Still… kicking.” Jack rasped, sweat beading her brow. “B… but can we take a break… please?”

Samara grinned and leaned down, kissing her hungrily before sitting up. “I suppose a few moments to catch your breath could be forgiven.” She shifted and let out a moan as Jack’s cock slipped from her. she took a moment to scoop up the results of the past half hour from her azure and sighed, shifting over the bed and dropping nimbly to the floor.

Behind her Jack groaned and rolled off the bed, staggering towards the bathroom. Samara watched her go with a smirk before sighing and looking down at the third person in the room: Jane Shepard.

“Open wide, my sweet.” She cooed, lowering her hand to Shepard’s face and grinning as she slowly began to lick her fingers clean of Jack’s load. “Having fun?”

“I… yeah.” Jane blushed. “You?”

“Of course.” Samara smiled, “Jack’s an excellent lover.”

Jane’s blush deepened and she glanced away from her partner, the taste of Jack’s cum still heavy on her tongue. “I’ve got some nice shots.” She murmured, turning her attention down to the camera in her hands.

“Show me.” Samara said brightly, sitting back down on the bed and lying back. Jane smiled to herself and stood, sliding beside Samara and sighing delightedly as the asari wrapped her arms around her. Samara’s breath tickled against Jane’s skin as they cuddled, making her shiver and press close to her. She lifted the camera and began to scroll through her pictures.

Samara steps into the room, bare from head to toe save for her biotic stabilisers. Her icy eyes look to the bed, where jack is waiting, a slight smile comes to her lips. A hand brushes lightly down over a motherly hip as she looks at the night’s entertainment.

She kneels on the bed, straddling one of Jack’s legs. The biotic punk pressing against her back, one hand over her shoulder, stroking blue skin with gentle reverence. Her lips press against Samara’s throat, kissing her as hungrily as her other hand squeezes a soft blue tit. Samara’s smile widens into an amused grin as Jack presses against her, hungry for approval.

Jack’s expression turns twisted somewhere between arousal and anxiety, as Samara’s soft blue lips slide down her cock. Samara’s eyes are closed peacefully, her posture graceful as she lounges on the bed, resting her arms over Jacks’ lap as she slides her mouth downwards. Jack bites her lip, her eyes nervous as Samara holds her balls in one hand, squeezing her enough to show she’s in charge.

Their lips meet as Samara sits nestled in Jack’s lap, the biotic’s cock pressed tight between their bellies as strong blue hands hold her cheeks still for the kiss. Jack’s hands rest uneasily against Samara’s chest, her eyes are closed, her mouth is open for Samara to do what she wishes. The matriarch smiles into the kiss, keeping a vice-like grip on Jack throughout.

A tattooed hand cradles Samara’s ass as the asari finally begins to ride her. Samara’s grin is victorious, her hands press down on Jack’s small breasts, fingers exploring the two tattooed mounds. Jack winces under the exploring fingers, teeth pulling at her lip as Samara’s azure slides down her length. Samara’s mouth is open in a pleased pant, eyes staring down at jack’s squirming form with hunger. A smile tugs at the corner of her lips as she sees Jack’s submission even as the biotic claws at her thigh.

Samara’s grin is predatory as she leans back, hips mid-thrust downwards on Jack’s rod. Her hands grip the biotic’s legs for support, her legs are planted either side of Jack’s torso. Sweat is beginning to play over her body as she bounces, tiny droplets hugging her breasts as they bob with her movements. Jack’s brow is furrowed with effort, the slap of Samara’s rear against her, the desperation to hold back her orgasm, it’s all running through her head as she tries to hold herself back. She’s breathing through her teeth, cheeks burning red, her hands are clinging to Samara’s hips for dear life. She’s determined not to cum first.

Jack fails. Samara is beneath her now, legs hooked behind the biotic’s back. Blue fingers pull against slender shoulders, blue thighs pull at narrow hips, blue lips laugh as Jack groans and blows her load inside her. Pale blue eyes look straight at the camera as she grins and blushes, Jack’s cum rushing into her womanhood. Jack’s eyes are closed, mouth open in a despairing pant, she’s humiliated, she wanted so much to make Samara break first.

Samara stands, she was making her way towards camera when jack grabbed her arms and pulled her back. She bends over as Jack enters again, head turned to see the biotic and grin that her partner still has life left in her. Samara’s tits bounce with the violent thrust of Jack’s hips, rippling and rolling, dark nipples shifting, hard as steel. Jack’s face is set with determination. She’s exhausted, cheeks still burning, but there is no way she fails again. Samara doesn’t care if she does or doesn’t, she’s enjoying the ride and Jack’s adorable expression of concentration.

Samara moans, pressed against the glass of the fish tank. Her breasts pool against the cool surface, her ass ripples under the desperate thrusts from jack. Blue palms steady Samara as she laughs, forehead resting against the glass. Jack’s face is twisted into a snarl of furious lust, she claws at Samara’s belly, yanking herself forwards and burying herself in the matriarch again and again. Her lips find Samara’s shoulder and set to work, she can hear every groan and gasp of ecstasy from the asari, all they do is cement the need to win in her mind. She will make the asari cum, make her lose her composure.

Jack has her on the floor now, draped over the steps from entryway down to the bed. Samara rests her head in her hands, smiling quietly as Jack continues to hammer her. her eyes are closed, her mouth pulled into a small smile. Behind her, Jack kisses her back, hands clinging to blue ribs. She’s tiring, sweat is rolling down her forehead, her grip is loose. Samara is pressing back against her just as much as she is thrusting and still the matriarch isn’t showing more than a thin sheen of sweat for all the effort.

Jack’s patience is long gone, her desperation paramount. She has Samara chest-down on the floor, sprawled helplessly, moaning and sighing delightedly as Jack pounds down at her. the biotic’s hands are at her back, her knees locked beside the asari’s hips, she snarls down at Samara. Their meeting is a sopping mess, Jack’s cum and Samara’s dripping arousal, it’s spreading across their thighs, every recoiling thrust draws strings of it before they slam back together. Samara’s head tilts back, eyes closed, mouth open in a groan of lust. Jack pushes down, teeth bared, shaved hair sparkling with droplets of sweat, caught in the peach-fuzz.

Jack wins. Samara’s womanhood is flushed and sopping wet, her fingers are exploring the sensitive petals, her cheeks burn a deep, dark blue. Jack is sprawled against the wall, a look of relief on her face. It’s not over. Samara’s lips toy with Jack’s cock, lapping the mess from her pale skin. Her eyes are still burning with hunger. Jack bites back a groan of pain as Samara’s tongue rolls over her over-stimulated sex. Samara’s fingers sink to the knuckles into herself, Jack’s victory is hollow, one climax was never going to be enough for Samara.

Jack’s out, barely conscious as Samara straddles her on the bed once again, sinking down onto her rod. She moans helplessly, hands holding onto the asari’s hips more for support than anything else. She chokes. Samara’s hands are around her throat as she bounces, the hunger in her eyes almost glowing with intensity. Her mouth is open in an animalistic pant, her breasts bouncing, her hips rolling. Jack can barely move, let alone talk.

Samara laughs, head thrown back, body arched in a delicious curve. Her hands toy with herself, sinking into heavy blue tits, exploring soft blue lips. Jack is still deep in her, but no tattooed hands are touching her motherly frame, no pink tongue is making its way over her skin. Jack is laid out on the bed, eyes rolled back, mouth open in a breathless pant as Samara bounces her full round rear against her. The asari’s eyes are closed in delight, her fingers stroking through cum and quim to play with her petals as Jack remains firm within her.

Samara stands. A cascade of liquid pours from her, coating slender fingers as they play about her cunt. She turns towards camera with a soft, fond smile, leagues away from the hungry, feral grin she showed jack. Sweat droplets hug her body, rolling down her belly, over her breasts, down into the mess of her sex. The hunger in her eyes still glints, but it’s softened, sated by Jack’s efforts. Behind her, Jack lies exhausted, staring up at the ceiling.

“You have a talent, kitten.” Samara purred as the last photo scrolled by, hand stroking through Jane’s hair. She was wet against Jane’s bare thigh, the mess sticking to her skin. Jane whimpered as a strong blue hand drew her up into a kiss. Samara smelled of sex, tasted of cum, but Jane was delighted by the simple affection.

Samara had slept with half of her team by now, from Miranda through to Tali. Even Liara when Jane had introduced the two. Every time Jane would sit quietly out of the way and watch Samara have her fun, she would squirm and moan and masturbate and when it was over Samara would come back to her.

“You… taste of jack.” She mumbled softly. Samara laughed and kissed her again.

“And you know how jack tastes… how?”

Jane laughed softly. Samara was only teasing of course. “I… I was thinking, we’re headed to the citadel… we could get dinner somewhere?”

“That sounds nice.” Samara smiled, touching her chin gently. “Now be a dear and clean me up?”

“I… yes, Samara.” Jane murmured, shuffling down between the matriarch’s legs. She whined as Samara tousled her hair and then pushed her firmly against her crotch. Jane winced at the mess smearing against her face, but opened her mouth and began to lap it up, cleaning the matriarch’s cunt without question.

“Good girl.” Samara purred, fingers tugging at her hair playfully. “Clean up that mess for mommy.”

There was a tired laugh behind Jane and Samara glanced up, grinning hungrily. “Care for another round Jack?”

“No offence.” Jack groaned, “But I’m never doing this again.”

“None taken.” Samara purred, “I had fun, thank you.”

“Yeah… sure.” Jack sighed, “See you around cuckmander.”

Jane growled into Samara’s sex and felt the Matriarch’s fingers tighten around her scalp. “That’s not nearly as funny as you think it is, Jack.” Samara said softly, an edge in her voice.

“Made me laugh.” Jack shrugged, ignoring her. “See you cunts around.”

The door hissed shut and Jane sighed, pulling away from Samara and scowling. Her Asari lover sighed and glanced down at her, petting her cheeks fondly with her thumb. “You shouldn’t listen to her, kitten.” She said gently, “What we do makes you happy, doesn’t it?”

“I… yeah.”

“And I certainly enjoy myself.” Samara smiled, guiding her down again and cooing as Jane resumed her work. “Do a good job and I’ll make us a reservation somewhere nice on the citadel. My treat.”

“That’d be nice.” Jane mumbled.

“Maybe afterwards we’ll have some fun alone.”

Jane smiled slightly and set to work.