Priority Mission: Hatefuck (Mass Effect, futa on futa)

Story by Kuroshio

Mass Effect commission, taking place after Mars as the crew goes to unwind. Contains futa on futa, irrumatio/facefucking, rough sex, anal and creampie.

The mission had been a priority, as Commander Shepard had learned through long experience as a part of the Alliance Navy's N7 directorate, priority missions were always tough. It was luck that allowed them to discover the nature of the infiltration unit that had killed off the rest of the facility's crew; if James hadn't crashed his shuttle into hers, the whole thing would have been a wash. After such a near-run thing, the entire team was on-edge afterwards.

But none more than Shepard herself.

It was a bad trait to have in a leader, especially a lead from the front type, and she knew that offloading her post-mission jitters had become a primary objective. It wasn't good for her team to see her stressed and so Jane Shepard did a quick refresh on her arrival back to the Nomandy SR-2 and put on fresh clothes before stepping outside her stateroom. Before she'd become a Spectre, this part had been hard, involving a lot of bar-hopping, drinking and guesswork when honing in on someone looking for what she was offering. Luckily, her new position as a Spectre for the Council came with perks and that meant she knew exactly where to go.

In less than two minutes she was outside another stateroom, the door chiming softly as she entered Lieutenant Commander Ashley Williams' quarters. For a brief moment the Alliance Marine rose to render proper courtesies, but then the dark-haired beauty noticed the look on Shepard's face and smiled. “Back for more, bitch?”

Shepard's cock throbbed and grew just hearing those words, forming a promising lump in her uniform that Ashley couldn't have failed to notice, “Bitch, hmm? We'll see whose on their hands and knees taking it.”

While speaking, Shepard started to disrobe, the door shutting behind her and Ashley smirking her way, pushing a button on her desk to lock her quarters down tight. There wasn't much that could be done about sound-proofing, but no one would be coming in or going out for at least the next half-hour. It didn't even take a half-dozen steps to reach her subordinate and fuckbuddy, but Shepard was already partially nude when she reached out and grabbed a hold of her brown hair, pulling the Marine's head down onto her desk sideways and pushing her cock between the woman's lips.

“Suck. Get me hard.”

Ashley took the tip between her plump lips only briefly, spitting it out and turning her head aside. Shepard sneered down at her and twisted her head back, slapping her meat against Ashley's cheeks, “Do you understand me, you cunt? What else is your mouth good for?”

The Marine was far from weak and grabbed Shepard's wrist, twisting it until she let go of the handful of brown hair. Pushing away from the desk, she stood up, revealing that her own pants were undone, her delicious cock hanging fat and thick between her legs, “Oh I'm going to enjoy showing you what a mouth is good for, you fucking slut.”

Shepard's eyebrow went up and she tongued her upper lip, “I'm going to have to see that before believing it.”

Ashley circled around the desk, tracing a single finger along the flat surface, her brown eyes holding steady. At the same time, Spectre shifted to keep her body facing towards the other woman, her girlmeat pulsing with every heartbeat, growing bigger with each passing second as it siphoned off blood from the rest of her body. Cerberus had done well in putting her back together and it showed as a thick string of clear precum dripped down onto the stateroom's floor.

The two women came close enough to breath the other's air, their tits and cocks pressing against each other. Both of them bore hardened, lustful expressions, waiting on the other to make the first move. The advantage was with Ashley: still being dressed, Shepard would certainly go for her mouth, a strategy she'd already tried once. Meanwhile, Ashley had a near-nude Shepard not even arm's length away. She could try for any of the holes on her body without tipping her hand by having to strip clothes away.

And the Alliance Marine wasn't one to let flexible options pass her by. Snapping her arms out, she reached around Shepard and grabbed her ass with both hands, hefting and kneading the woman's firm back side while at the same time dropping her head down to the Spectre's tits, licking them feverishly for a few seconds. Shepard moaned and let her subordinate take the lead for a brief moment, lifting her leg up and wrapping her arms around Ashley's shoulders. They stayed locked that way for a few seconds, before Shepard found herself thrown down onto the desk, knocking all manner of items and papers to the floor as the Lieutenant Commander slammed her down and took hold of her ankles, leaving her cock, cunt and rosebud wonderfully exposed.

“I want to see you stroke th

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