Mission Debrief: Archangel [1/4]
anonymous
October 2 2011, 19:16:18 UTC
From: A (queen@omega.gov) Sent: September 12, 2185 11:17 UT To: Yes, THAT Commander Shepard (myfavouritestore@sr2.cerberus.net.ext) Subject: Re: Passing by
> Your info on Archangel was good. Never got a chance to say thanks before, > but I'm 90 minutes from Omega. Got room for my ship in your dock?
I'm sure I can find a spot for your little shuttle. He shows up in civilian clothes and greets her with a lazy wave. Cheeky, that - and it gets him more than just a few glares from Aria's underlings
( ... )
Mission Debrief: Archangel [3/4]
anonymous
October 2 2011, 19:18:21 UTC
The next thing she feels is a slap between her thighs, sending a shock all the way up through her body and making stars burst before her eyes. Gasping, she tries to regain her composure, her legs pressing hard together around his hand, but he holds her firmly around the waist and grabs her cunt firmly, pinching the outer lips together around her clit and uses that grip to stroke its entire length. Her head slams back against his shoulder, and Aria bites her lip, riding out the orgasm in silence, just rocking her hips as best she can against the iron grip below, each movement shifting her flesh around her clit and re-sparking the climax, drawing it out further and further
( ... )
Mission Debrief: Archangel [4/4]
anonymous
October 2 2011, 19:21:32 UTC
"Go on," she says, and stops moving, just squeezing down on his shaft. He grits his teeth, breath hissing between them. Growls, but begins to relax, even as his cock twitches in her grasp.
"We got him out," Shepard continues, his voice strained. "Place was empty. Figure any remaining mercs thought of a career change after Tarak bit it. Grabbed the first car, went back to the ship." She tugs on his cock, fingers sealed right below the crown, feels it straining against her with every movement, but never giving the stimulation he needs. He winces and grunts. "Fuck's sake, you bitch."
She grins. "You can finish your story. Or you can finish this on your own."
He slaps his hands on her hips, fingers digging in painfully. "It's finished, all right? Killed mercs, rescued Archangel, patched him up, doneAria continues for a few more moments, as if carefully considering his words. Then she shrugs, loosens her grip and begins to stroke
( ... )
Mission Debrief: Archangel [5/4] (I am very good with numbers)
anonymous
October 2 2011, 19:22:59 UTC
Aria slides off his lap without further comment and stands back to watch, idly playing with the mess on her stomach and chest, fingertips circling in the slippery fluid. Thinks it's a pity he doesn't seem up for another round, but that's how it is with men.
She remains naked while he stands up, pulls his pants back on and stretches. The dirty shirt still dangles from his hand as he steps up and gives her left tit a brief, rough grope, ending with a firm tug at the nipple that sends a jolt through her chest and down her spine.
"Another time, Aria."
She doesn't answer, and he doesn't wait for it. Just heads for the stairs, hand raised in the same kind of lazy wave he gave her on the way in.
She doesn't bother to watch him go; just sits down again, leans back and crosses her legs as she stares up at the ceiling, at the light from the club playing across it.
A real pity he wasn't up for another round. She can still feel his hand on her chest, his fingers pinching her dark flesh, and it has definitely left her in the mood. Humans!
( ... )
Mission Debrief: Horizon [1/5]
anonymous
October 4 2011, 22:38:37 UTC
Mission Debrief: Horizon [1/5]
From: A (queen@omega.gov) Sent: September 16, 2185 23:12 UT To: Commander Shepard (myfavouritestore@sr2.cerberus.net.ext) Subject: Re: Re: Passing by
I need contacts who won't waste my time with moronic questions. Recommendations?
> I need a place to get drunk and laid. Recommendations?
He greets her with what amounts more to a snarl than a smile. One of the mercs gets nervous and goes for his gun. Aria sits quietly and watches as Shepard throws the batarian through one of the windows, then raises a hand to forestall any further attempts from her trigger-happy entourage. Cheaper to replace the window than to replace it and the mercs
( ... )
Mission Debrief: Horizon [2/5]
anonymous
October 4 2011, 22:39:39 UTC
By the time she draws breath again, he has two fingers pumping hard inside her, hard and deep, and every thrust is another slap of his palm against her clit
( ... )
Mission Debrief: Horizon [3/5]
anonymous
October 4 2011, 22:40:41 UTC
Her skin burns, not just where he slapped her, or where he keeps pounding into her, but across her entire body, sweat dripping off her lithe form. She grits her teeth, tries to push back, meet his thrusts with her own, but the difference in mass and strength between them is too great, and she can't physically break his hold.
Every thrust sends an electric jolt of pleasure up her body, every slap of his hips against her ass enhances it. The sensations flow and intertwine, filling her head with crackling static.
"Hhh-"
Another thrust knocks the breath from her lungs with a wheezing gasp.
"Har-"
Another, the impact echoing in her ears like a gunshot.
"-derShe doesn't know if he hears. Doesn't know if he cares. Just has to get that out
( ... )
Mission Debrief: Horizon [4/5]
anonymous
October 4 2011, 22:43:43 UTC
She returns her hands to his chest, claws at the solid wall of muscle in front of her. His nipples are hard like pebbles under her touch, and he growls like a varren when she tugs at them, slamming his hips down, smacking loudly against her stinging buttocks, his cock piercing deep into her ass
( ... )
Mission Debrief: Horizon [5/5]
anonymous
October 4 2011, 22:45:22 UTC
But she is not sated yet, and he knows it. And, silently glaring down at her, he rams the middle two fingers of is right hand up her cunt. His thumb rolls her clit underneath it, roughly, and his fingers curl inside her
( ... )
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Sent: September 12, 2185 11:17 UT
To: Yes, THAT Commander Shepard (myfavouritestore@sr2.cerberus.net.ext)
Subject: Re: Passing by
> Your info on Archangel was good. Never got a chance to say thanks before,
> but I'm 90 minutes from Omega. Got room for my ship in your dock?
I'm sure I can find a spot for your little shuttle.
He shows up in civilian clothes and greets her with a lazy wave. Cheeky, that - and it gets him more than just a few glares from Aria's underlings ( ... )
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"We got him out," Shepard continues, his voice strained. "Place was empty. Figure any remaining mercs thought of a career change after Tarak bit it. Grabbed the first car, went back to the ship." She tugs on his cock, fingers sealed right below the crown, feels it straining against her with every movement, but never giving the stimulation he needs. He winces and grunts. "Fuck's sake, you bitch."
She grins. "You can finish your story. Or you can finish this on your own."
He slaps his hands on her hips, fingers digging in painfully. "It's finished, all right? Killed mercs, rescued Archangel, patched him up, doneAria continues for a few more moments, as if carefully considering his words. Then she shrugs, loosens her grip and begins to stroke ( ... )
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She remains naked while he stands up, pulls his pants back on and stretches. The dirty shirt still dangles from his hand as he steps up and gives her left tit a brief, rough grope, ending with a firm tug at the nipple that sends a jolt through her chest and down her spine.
"Another time, Aria."
She doesn't answer, and he doesn't wait for it. Just heads for the stairs, hand raised in the same kind of lazy wave he gave her on the way in.
She doesn't bother to watch him go; just sits down again, leans back and crosses her legs as she stares up at the ceiling, at the light from the club playing across it.
A real pity he wasn't up for another round. She can still feel his hand on her chest, his fingers pinching her dark flesh, and it has definitely left her in the mood. Humans! ( ... )
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I certainly hope all goes to plan, author!anon. Oh yes.
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From: A (queen@omega.gov)
Sent: September 16, 2185 23:12 UT
To: Commander Shepard (myfavouritestore@sr2.cerberus.net.ext)
Subject: Re: Re: Passing by
I need contacts who won't waste my time with moronic questions. Recommendations?
> I need a place to get drunk and laid. Recommendations?
He greets her with what amounts more to a snarl than a smile. One of the mercs gets nervous and goes for his gun. Aria sits quietly and watches as Shepard throws the batarian through one of the windows, then raises a hand to forestall any further attempts from her trigger-happy entourage. Cheaper to replace the window than to replace it and the mercs ( ... )
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Every thrust sends an electric jolt of pleasure up her body, every slap of his hips against her ass enhances it. The sensations flow and intertwine, filling her head with crackling static.
"Hhh-"
Another thrust knocks the breath from her lungs with a wheezing gasp.
"Har-"
Another, the impact echoing in her ears like a gunshot.
"-derShe doesn't know if he hears. Doesn't know if he cares. Just has to get that out ( ... )
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