Ch 11 The Bait And The Switch

When Commander Jane Shepard woke up, Kelly Chambers was still asleep. For a moment, the Spectre just observed the ginger's cute face before her eyes wandered south to her lover's quilt-covered belly.

My kid is there,

the commander thought which filled her with a sense of joy and fulfillment. She couldn't be sure of course, but with how much semen she had pumped into the yeoman she would be shocked if she didn't make her pregnant. Or knock her up, or impregnate, or breed - all those words Kelly said during their dirty talk, and the memory of it hardened the redhead's cock.

Feeling energized, Jane left the bed and approached her desk. She recovered a bottle of contraception pills from the drawer and finally took one - for the first time since she'd gotten a cock. Knowing of their almost immediate effect, she smiled widely. With her legacy secured, now was the time for fun! After all, when the commander fully accepted her new appendage, she was ready and willing to fuck more, both those women she had already hooked up with and those she hadn't yet. She happened to have a lot of fantasies of her renewed sex life but with no specific plans yet.

Safe from one encounter that already felt like overdue.

"FUCK, SHEPARD, FUCK!! FUCK MY FUCKING CUNT WITH YOUR BIG FAT COCK!!" Jack yelled at the top of her lungs and Jane kissed her to silence her screams. In the meantime, though, she didn't stop humping her hips, sinking her 12-inch-long dick deep into the former convict's cunt. The makeshift bed in the Subject Zero's 'lair' squeaked harshly, but somehow withstood the Spectre's Amazonian power.

But the biotic wasn't so easy to contain. She bit the commander's lips, forcing Shepard to release her from the kiss.

"O my fucking god, Jane, finally! You're finally fucking my cunt! How does it feel? Does it compare to my mouth and ass?" The convict asked hornily but not as loud as her previous screams.

"Damn, Jack, you know I can't answer that! Every one of your holes is amazing and I'm gonna fuck them all over and over again!" Shepard replied. With one hand, she supported her weight over the smaller woman, and with the other, she kept her still against the bed. This way, she had full control over this fuck and utilized it to thrust her dick in hard and fast. "But this one's probably my favorite!"

"Your cock is my favorite too! Damn, it's so fucking... FUCK!!" Jack couldn't talk coherently with Jane's cockhead's battering her cervix over and over again. She just embraced Shepard hard with both her arms and legs, pulling her tighter into herself. "FUCK ME!!"

Shepard only smiled and continued with her fervent movement until she felt her balls boiling.

"Shit, Jack, I'm gonna cum soon!" She growled right into the biotic's ear. "Are you ready, slut? Are you ready for the biggest load of your life?" She asked cockily.

"YES, FUCKING, YES!! JANE!! FILL ME UP, YOU FUCKING STUUUD!!" Jack screamed in the answer. The thought of Shepard's ejaculation prompted her own orgasm, and her tightening pussy tipped the commander over the edge as well. The Spectre grunted and then her cock started exploding over and over again, shooting long, dense ropes of sperm right into Subject Zero's heated cunt.

It was, indeed, the biggest load of the convict's life. And she enjoyed it massively.

When some time later Shepard finished having sex with Jack, she went to the CIC where she found Kelly working at her usual spot. The women exchanged glances and smiles and then Jane turned to her own workstation. With no new dossiers provided by the Illusive Man, her team was full and they could go to the derelict Reaper for an IFF as Jacob Taylor suggested. However, the commander preferred to follow Miranda Lawson's advice instead and better prepare her squadmates for the incoming challenge first.

For a moment, Shepard pondered which case from her companions to proceed with, and ultimately decided to handle Samara's matter with her daughter next. As the commander recently chose to be a parent herself, she sympathized with the asari justicar's struggle; she couldn't imagine how painful it had to be, needing to hunt and fight one's flesh and blood. Thinking about it, she felt her throat tightening and her eyes almost tearing up. But she fought it, determination rising in her chest. She was a woman on the mission now.

And this mission led her back to Omega.

"I knew it. Nothing leaves a body quite so... empty... as an Ardat-Yakshi does."

Once again, Jane gritted her teeth, her fist clenching and unclenching repeatedly. She managed to calm down enough to ask Aria T'loak the question, but listening to her answer - spoken in a calm, affectionless voice - left the soldier an emotional mess. Especially with self-assured smirks and glances the asari crime lord was shooting at her.

The memories of their previous encounter flooded the Spectre's brain. Back then, she and Aria had sex, the first full intercourse Shepard had with her cock. At that moment, Jane was far from accepting the appendage, and Aria kind of forced herself on her. Kind of, because the commander did very little to escape the situation, secretly enjoying it. Besides, she leaped at the Omega queen immediately after and mercilessly fucked her ass. So, ultimately, one could say they were even.

Yet the memory had one other, completely unexpected influence on Shepard - she suddenly found herself imagining how

another

fucking with Aria would go now when she fully accepted her dick. It was just like the last time when despite disliking the asari, she still lusted for her. After all, Aria lost nothing of her predatory sex appeal - it was even more apparent now when Jane knew how tight her blussy was and how her face looked contorted in pleasure.

Lost in her own thoughts - and in the feeling of her cock growing and hardening in her pants - only after a moment Shepard realized that there were no voices around her. Blinking, she noticed everyone looking at her. Pretending nothing unordinary happened, she stood up from the couch - the same couch she and Aria fucked on.

"Thanks for the help," she said and turned away, barely hearing Aria's response. "I hope you know where we are going, because, frankly, I have no idea," she whispered to Samara.

"Yes, I have all the information we need," the justicar replied and then looked closely at the commander. "You seemed to have a strong emotional response to this woman. Did she mean something to you in the past?"

"Don't worry about it. She's just a past mistake," Jane said but then she completed in thoughts:

The one I'll probably repeat one day.

The next conversation Jane and Samara had was even harder. Their interlocutor was Diana, the mother of Morinth's latest victim: a girl named Nef. Though initially reluctant, finally she allowed the warriors to examine her daughter's room, which provided them with details of how the Ardat-Yakshi chose and seduced her prey. Adding the justicar's insights to the mix, Shepard felt ready to take their enemy down.

But instead of going to her hunting grounds - Afterlife's vip area - Jane found herself in the room located in the same complex as Nef's apartment. Apparently, it served both for long and short-term renting, whatever the customer needed.

"Why are we here?" Shepard asked, looking around the room. It was small, equipment with only the most basic furniture - a bed, a desk, and a wardrobe - but luckily clean. At least for Omega standards.

"As I said, we have only one shot at Morinth," Samara replied, sitting on the bed. As always, her posture was perfect, pushing her tits forward and making them look even bigger than they were. "Any mistake and she would flee, and I will spend years finding her again."

"Don't worry. You said it yourself that I'll attract her easily. Just look at me." The commander gestured at her own hot body. She was wearing her usual clothes - a tank top and cargo pants - the outfit perfect for showing off her well-trained muscles, huge tits, and wide hips. "Then, in her apartment, I'll just need to buy some time for you to arrive."

"You certainly stand out from the crowd," Samara said, referring to the fact that Shepard was 7 feet tall. "But it's only step one. Step two would be seducing her. She won't take even the hottest person home if she would deem her boring."

"Oh, don't worry about my seduction skills. I have a long list of conquests we can call for recommendations," Jane replied, grinning. Her thoughts drifted to all the women on the Normandy she recently fucked: from Karin and Jack to Miranda and Kelly.

"If you're so sure... Let me test you." Samara said. "Show me what you are made of. Seduce me as if I was my daughter."

Jane was shocked for a moment, but then smiled cockily, accepting the challenge. Approaching Samantha - with an extra sway to her hips - she wondered if Morinth was similar to her in terms of appearance. Did she have the same pale complexion, well-defined jaw, and bright piercing eyes? Was her tits as big, and did she like showing them off as much?

"Hey. Is this seat taken?" She started conservatively, but it should be enough for this test. After all, Morinth would be lurking in the shadows at first. Thus, she probably would invite Jane, not the other way around.

"Yes, by you," Samara replied. The commander couldn't notice that her voice changed from her usual serenity to a seductive tone charged with erotic energy. "In fact, I've been watching you. You're the most interesting person in this place."

"I have the same feeling about you." Shepard sat beside Samara on the bed, although not too close to her. "So, why are you sitting here, in the shadows, instead of being the life of the party?"

"I don't want to waste my time chasing normality," Samara replied, her voice a little bored, as if throwing the challenge. She was a great actress, a skill she probably picked up during her centuries-long career as a justicar. "And not every night does someone as interesting as you appear."

"Thank you, the feeling is mutual. Speaking of interesting things. What do you think of the music here?" Shepard took a step back but she did it on purpose to tease Samara a little. After all, they were sitting in complete silence so she was interested in what the asari would come up with.

But the justicar only smirked. She knew her daughter well enough to anticipate what kind of music might be played in a club she lurks in. Before she spoke, she closed her eyes and inhaled through her nose as if taking the music in. The movement emphasized her tits and Jane shot a quick glance at them.

"It's dark, violent even. Those rhythms, those... pulses. They stir some dark desires in me." Samara finally exhaled and opened her eyes, their brightness piercing Shepard's soul. "What about you?"

"Oh yes, I can feel the perils in the air. The decadence I want to throw myself in," Jane replied, shifting a little toward the asari. "There's only one thing missing: hallex. With it, I could really let the music embrace me."

Samara smirked, hearing this casual drop of the name of the drug they learned from Nef's journal. She was pleased that Shepard remembered that; the redhead commander wasn't a secret operative but for a soldier, she was doing better than just fine.

"Seems like we share some interests. Maybe art is another one of them? Is there any artist that speaks to the darkest places in you?"

"Yes, there is. He's an elcor, goes by the name Forta," Jane replied, throwing in another piece of information the two women learned about Morinth. She shifted even closer to Samara, her eyes looking straight into the asari's. "He's... sublime."

"True," Samara agreed. "But art comes in many varieties. Vids can be more powerful than even the best sculpture."

"Like Vaenia? You remind me of the main duo from it. You're so..." Shepard made an effective pause, licking her lips with the very tip of her tongue. This was a move calculated on seduction, but she also felt her lips getting a little dry when the atmosphere between the two women tensed. "... glamorous."

"We have to watch it together, then," Samara smiled a predatory smile. The whole ordeal was supposed to be just a test of Jane's seduction skills, but she was really getting into it.

"Maybe we will. But we better do it soon. I travel a lot, and my schedule is pretty tight," Jane said. Seeing Samara already invested in the whole 'seduce me' thing, she chose to add a bit of unavailability into the mix.

"I travel a lot too." This time, it was Samara who shifted closer to Shepard. "Mostly to dark, dangerous places. Violent places." That much was true for all three of them: Jane, Samara, and Morinth.

"You know what they say, don't you? That violence is the surest expression of power," Shepard said quietly. Her and Samara's bodies were already touching, but she still felt drawn to the justicar. She leaned in even closer...

"Violence is a means to an end. Power is that end," Samara replied in a similar tone, leaning in the same as Shepard. She didn't stop even when there were only inches separating their faces, continuing the movement. Jane was doing the same...

Until, finally, their lips touched. And then pressed together when the women continued leaning in. At this point, they could still retract and stop the 'test'. But they did otherwise.

They started making out... and it wasn't a gentle kiss. Jane and Samara's dialogue might've been kept lowkey, but their kiss was nothing like that. It was full of lust and passion, with lips and tongues smacking together in a horny dance.

"You shouldn't kiss Morinth, Commander," Samara said when they finally separated. "Her psychic power would be much stronger when enhanced by an erotic touch."

"I don't intend to," Jane replied. "But if she's anything like you, I would be tempted for sure."

"Then let's make sure you'll be fully satisfied and thus invulnerable to temptation," the justicar said and resumed their heated make-out session. She couldn't remember the last time she kissed anyone like that which made her arousal grow exponentially. Especially as she knew her encounter with Jane won't end with just making out. To this end, she pulled the commander onto her lap.

"So hot," Jane murmured against Samara's lips. Because of her height and strength, it was rare for her to end up on top in such a position but she enjoyed it as much as every other woman. True, she needed to bend a little to maintain her lips lock with the justicar, but as the asari was the tallest of her recent partners, the height difference between them was manageable.

With their kiss getting more and more passionate with every second, soon the women's hands joined the fun as well. Samara was the first when she groped Jane's butt, massaging her cheeks and enjoying their shape and hardness. In turn, the commander's palms reached into the deep cleavage of the justicar's jumpsuit, grabbing her tits. When she saw Samara for the first time, Shepard thought that her boobs were fake but having them in her palms, she had no doubts they were fully natural. And of course huge, rivaling even Miranda's and Jane's pairs.

Given it all - Samara's beauty and sexiness, the pretended seduction, passionate kiss, and lustful groping - Shepard's cock grew and hardened in her pants. As a result, they had become quite tight, barely able to contain all 12 inches of length and 9 inches of girth of the commander's diamond-hard dick.

Luckily, Samara had chosen the exact same moment to shift her hands from Jane's butt onto her pants' front, taking care of her belt and zipper. She then fished Shepard's cock out, only briefly surprised by what kind of genitals the commander had. Not everyone aboard the Normandy knew but the number of people who were aware was high enough that some rumors had spread, easily picked up by the justicar's trained ears.

Without hesitation, Samara began stroking the diamond-hard shaft.

"Oooh!" Jane moaned into the kiss and retaliated by twisting the justicar's nipples. She had only limited mobility under her suit, though, so she pushed it out of Samara's shoulders and torso, revealing her tits in all their glory. Pale blue with darker nipples, huge, and without any sign of sag, they looked so sexy that the commander couldn't stop herself from pushing them together, kissing all over them, and nuzzling her head against them.

The women spent some more time kissing and caressing each other until Shepard spoke again.

"Let's get naked," she said, standing up from Samara's lap. She began taking off her clothes, throwing them around without a pinch of caring where they landed. The asari followed through, yet with much more grace, her suit fondled neatly next to the bed.

"Lay on the bed," Samara ordered after she and Jane kissed some more, this time standing next to the bed. With both women being tall, muscular, and big-titted, their bodies rivaled each other, although Shepard had wider hips and a more prominent ass.

Following the asari's request, the commander did as she said, slightly bouncing against the mattress. Despite the position, her boobs almost didn't flatten and her cock pointed straight toward the ceiling. The 12-inch-long and 9-inch-fat organ glistened from precum, its diamond-like hardness apparent even without touching.

Quickly, Samara joined Jane on the bed, straddling her body and assuming the 69 position. The glistening folds of her azure hovered over the Spectre's face and Shepard couldn't wait for the opportunity to taste them.

"How about we make it more interesting, Commander?" Samara unexpectedly asked. "Have you ever meld with an asari?"

"Multiple times. With multiple asari," Jane replied, grinning. "If you want, go for it. I know the mechanics."

The asari smiled mysteriously.

"No, I don't think you do. Let me show you. Embrace eternity!"

When Samara shouted the chant, her eyes immediately turned black and Jane knew hers was the same. A brief haze obscured her sight and she blinked to chase it away, welcoming the blissful feeling of being in the meld. Her arousal grew quickly, knowing how good the sex in this state would be thanks to the feedback loop between two nervous systems enhancing all stimuli.

But at the same time, something was different, something was not right. Jane remembered very well that she was laying flat on the bed with Samara straddling her, but now found herself on all fours, feeling the heat of another body under her. She saw Samara's blue feet and calves on the bed and followed them up and up. When her eyes moved to the asari's crotch, she gasped.

When the justicar's pussy should be, a huge blue cock grew from her crotch, pointing straight to the ceiling. The prominent veins sneaked around the diamond-hard shaft, the organ easily reaching 12 inches of length and 9 inches of girth.

That's my cock Samara has!

Shepard realized.

But that means...

She reached between her own legs...

And touched wet, hot, and swollen pussy. With caution, she slipped one finger in, her walls immediately closing on it. Jane gasped, partially from shock, partially from how pleasurable even this brief contact was.

Somehow, Samara switched their positions and genitals! On the sentient level, Shepard knew it was just an illusion, tangible only in the meldspace. But her subconsciousness didn't know that, making it feel 100% real.

"Is this too much, Commander?" Samara asked, her voice coming both from under Jane and from inside her skull. "I apologize if I've stepped over the line."

For a moment, the Spectre was indeed confused. She had gotten a dick without her approval and for a long time wanted to have her pussy back. But being in a situation where that was semi-real, she didn't feel sadness, longing, or anything like that. All she felt was a playful excitement.