There are many stories about Commander John Shepard. An Alliance soldier who rose to fame and infamous dangerous missions. Such as being the sole survivor on Akuze. Becoming a war hero on the colony of Elysium. And earning the title the Butcher of Torfan.
However, one story that happened on the Citadel has made Shepard a 'different kind of legend. During his time on the Citadel, the Commander comes across an Asari named Sha'ira. Her title and role are that of a Consort. Sha'ira asks for Shepard's assistance in a personal matter regarding a retired Turian General. Shepard resolves the issue and prevents a political incident. Shepard returns to Sha'ira to tell her the good news; in return, the Consort gives the Commander a reading. While surprised by her prophecy, Shepard is grateful.
"You have a wonderful gift, Sha'ira," He comments.
"Perhaps you could stay, Commander? Your ship, the Normandy, is not scheduled to leave for another hour."
"How...?" Shepard stops himself, shaking his head. "Shouldn't even bother asking, should I?"
"Wise words, Commander," Sha'ira says with a small smile.
"Please, call me Shepard. No need to be so formal," he requests with a smile as well.
"Of course, Shepard."
She guides Shepard over to the circular shaped lounge nearby. They take their seats. Shepard notices the dress hikes up a little higher, showing off Sha'iras' lovely long blue legs.
"Now, I've heard that the human tradition in these circumstances is for the male to give the female a foot massage?"
"I'd be happy to," Shepard replies.
Sha'ira takes off her shoes and puts her bare blue feet on Shepard's right thigh. He begins his massage softly, at first, on her feet. Sha'ira leans back comfortably, facing upward towards the ceiling, enjoying Shepard's kneading to her feet. Focusing on one foot and then the other foot. She lets out a soft moan; Sha'ira covers her mouth. She becomes embarrassed by her 'outburst' moan. Shepard chuckles in response while continuing the massage.
"Is this your first time receiving a foot massage?" Shepard asks.
"Mmmmm, yes,"
Sha'ira looks up to the ceiling so she does not have to look at the Commander. The Consort seems to be embarrassed.
"I should have had this done decades ago," Sha'ira says with a pleased sigh. She looks down now, able to make eye contact with Shepard.
"I'm glad you didn't", Shepard comments.
As Shepard 'works' on Sha'iras feet, he finds himself mesmerised by her dark blue eyes. A beautiful comparison to her light blue skin. Shepard tells her this, and her smile grows.
"My so bold Commander. Are you trying to make me blush?"
"When was the last time that you did?" Shepard replies, full of confidence.
Sha'ira has a moment to think about the question before answering.
"A previous partner of mine wrote a ballad about me. It was quite explicit."
"Quite the admirers you have," Shepard notes.
"When you've lived as long as me, you do," Sha'ira replies.
"Well, it's considered rude to ask someone their age," Shepard explains, not taking the bait from Sha'ira.
Sha'ira gazes at Shepard for a while before asking.
"Am I your first?"
"Asari? Yes, you are," Shepard answers honestly.
"Lucky me,"
She runs her other foot, that's not being massaged, up and down Shepard's thigh. Sha'ira stops when her foot hits something quite monumental. It is the Commander's cock, tenting downward along his right thigh within the tight jeans. Sha'ira giggles, unable to remember the last time she has enjoyed herself, giggling like a young woman again.
The foot massage gradually changes to a footjob. Sha'ira uses her foot not being massaged to unzip Shepard fly. Shepard, seeing her intention, slides a hand in his pants to pull his shaft out. Once exposed, Sha'ira gasps at the site. Shepard's cock is the biggest she has ever seen. Growing more prominent by the second as Sha'ira rubs her foot against the big shaft.
Living in the Citadel has its many perks. Able to select through different races and pick various sexual partners. Asari, Turian, Salarian, Krogan and even Batarian. Over the years, Sha'ira has slept with them all. But she was careful when picking a partner; after all, privacy is a significant concern, especially for her role as Consort and when choosing her first Human to sleep with. Sha'ira foretells Shepard's arrival and knows almost immediately how special he is.
"I sensed great potential when I first saw you," Sha'ira admits, unable to take her eyes off the Commander's giant cock.
"Big potential?" Shepard asks with a smile.
Sha'ira averts her gaze from Shepard's cock, to roll her eyes at him. She is slightly amused but elaborates for Shepard. All the while, she is maintaining her foot job on the Commander.
"I could see your traits. Bravery, honour, determination. A man of action."
Sha'ira sits up and finishes the foot job. She leans in close to Shepard; their lips are almost touching.
"But there's something else, isn't there? That sexual hunger. I could see it in your eyes when we first met," Sha'ira explains.
"What can I say? When I see a beautiful woman like yourself, I just have to have her," Shepard replies with a grin.
They gaze hungrily at one another as they close the gap and kiss. The kiss starts light but soon grows more heavily, very quickly. Shepard and Sha'ira open their jaws a little and welcome each other's tongues in the other's mouths. Sha'ira slides her hands within Shepard's N7 leather jacket, feeling Commander's muscular chest through the grey shirt. Shepard takes off his coat and shirt.
Sha'ira stops for a moment to drink in the Commander's upper chest. Next, she runs her fingertips along the chiselled chest and down to the hard six-pack. Shepard notes that Sha'ira seems fixated on touching his chest hair. Finally, she moves downward to Shepard's large cock, pointing upward to the ceiling. Sha'ira couldn't help stare again, comparing the Commander's shaft to other's cocks she's sampled in the past.
"By the Goddess. His cock is as thick as a Krogans and as long as a Turians,"
Sha'ira thought to herself.
Sha'ira grasps the large manhood, sliding her fingers up and down the shaft. Sha'ira notes, excitedly, that the Commander's cock is so wide that she cannot make her fingertips and thumb touch. Sha'ira uses her skilled hands to give Shepard's cock a slow handjob. She uses her fingers and thumb to massage the big head of the shaft gently. The Consort is quite skilled with her hands. Sha'ira loves how hard and yet soft the shaft feels. She smiles with joy at touching her first Human cock.
Meanwhile, Shepard moves his hands from Sha'iras thighs, sliding past her stomach and reaching the Asira's chest. When Shepard first laid eyes on her, he fought vigorously to avoid staring at Sha'iras big blue breasts--confined within her stunning pink and white dress. Sha'ira moans as the Commander feels her breasts, feeling much better than the foot massage. Shepard's talent when it comes to kneading any part of a woman's body is second to none.
His handwork makes Sha'ira quiver with lust. However, the dress is getting in the way of him getting the access he needs. Sha'ira leans back, taking her hand away from Shepard's cock. Then, with a wave of a hand, she uses her biotic powers. Sha'iras entire body glows blue; the dress straps come apart gently.
Her dress slowly floats across the room, but Shepard's attention is on something else. The sight of Sha'ira naked blue body makes the Commander lick his lips, especially Sha'iras' large blue breasts. If Shepard were to take a guess, he would say that the Asira's bust is a natural G size. Sha'ira smiles at his reaction to her large blue breasts, she shakes her head at him.
"Typical male. No matter the race. Always so fixated on that one 'certain' aspect of a woman's body," Sha'ira comments dryly.