Chapter 1: Ambrosia

New Rendezvous

Shepard felt more naked than if she were wearing no clothes whatsoever. She had only worn this dress when she was infiltrating Donavon Hock’s party.

Now she was here on the Citadel waiting to enter the restaurant for her “date”. She had been forced to go to the Batarian Embassy and ask for the Ambassador, a Batarian named Churl.

The problem was that at a post war function Churl tried to approach Shepard months before only to be shot down in the most humiliating of manners in front of other dignitaries to Batarian Hegemony, much to delight of the entourage surrounding Shepard at the time. The Batarians for their part did not seem to react one way or the other. But the remainder of the party Churl stared at her. It made Shepard feel uneasy. Shepard always had a biting distrust of the Batarians witnessing first hand the raid on Mindior and the work of Syllian Blitz.

Although the remainder of the Batarians all fought valiantly against the Reapers it was not exactly voluntarily as much as necessity. The Asari however pounced on the opportunity to bring them back to the fold.

Shepard talked to the council to set up a meeting as a favor, and they responded with a cold answer to her request not being conducive to the peace of the council. The Human representative told her no, outright, given her previous destruction of an entire Batarian star system.

It was an awkward situation. The Council was more than thrilled to welcome the Hegemony back to the fold. Bringing them back not only helped the Batarians rebuild but also eliminated them from being the pest they were pre-reaper invasion.

A desperate Shepard ended up calling Aria, who set up a meeting, only the meeting would be an honest to foil “date”. Shepard reluctantly agreed telling herself it was to get Liara back.

Shepard placed a call into Aria to see if she knew who Nova was. Aria took a couple of days to respond, which was odd. When she did she merely said that to “watch your back “ and that she knows that she could not talk Shepard out of going after him”. Anyone that gave Aria pause was someone to worry about.

The Date.

“Holy hell she was not lying. The great Commander Shepard in the flesh. You even dressed up for me. I am flattered.” The Batarian growled.

“Come over have a seat next to me, let’s eat some dinner I am sure you are famished.” The Batarian said with a grin upon his face. Shepard looked around and immediately felt her stomach turn.

“Oh ... I did not bring my purse...” Shepard said trying to let it know how uncomfortable she was.

“That’s ok everything will be my treat I just want the pleasure of your company. I wanted to thank you personally for your efforts in our war with the Reapers. Thanks to you, we got some modicum of vengeance against those that wronged us so.” The Batarian said as he glared at her in an odd manner. Batarian glares were very hard to read for most humans, the opaque four black eyes had no eyebrows so seeing feelings was very difficult.

“I’d notice, in retrospect I wish I just said yes asked the first time around at the victory dinner in the Embassy” Shepard tried to counter.

“I make no offer lightly. But that is in the past. I have a special evening planned for us. Come here and taste my Batarian cuisine I cooked for this occasion special. Kafka’s Delight is not normally served outside of Kar’shan. Tell me what you think.” The Batarian said casually.

“You cooked this?” Shepard asked.

“Yes, it is a hobby of mine the restaurant let me use one of their cooking stations, to brew the Ambrosia and to make this dish.

Shepard slowly made her way to the table and sat down next to the Batarian but tried to stay away as much as she was able.

“Now, now do not be shy scoot over a little closer. You must try this.” The Batarian said pointing to the bowl. Shepard face almost turned green on the spot. It was some sort of dish with wormlike creatures moving around an odd type of broth.

“They are still alive!” Shepard managed to say, her disgust noticeable upon her face.

“Of course, human, otherwise they would be toxic, and you would die a horrible death. They must be eaten alive to get their full effect. Come on just try a bite” The Batarian said looking at Shepard almost as if testing her.

“umm ... Ok fine. Where are your spoons?” Shepard asked inquisitively.

“Oh no. We do not use spoons. I tell you what. Lean your head back and open your mouth. I will gather your first morsels” He told Shepard. Shepard was about to refuse but then remembered that her contact said that this man was one of the few people outside of Kar’shan that could find Liara and negotiate her release.

In the end she simply nodded and leaned back and opened her mouth and closed her eyes, so she did not have to look at the dish that appeared to be more akin to fish bait than any delicacy. Batarians always scared her slightly after what happened on Mindior as a child. A part of her turned into that frightened little girl when she was around them.

The guards and the Batarian chuckled as Churl let the moving earthworm-like creatures slide out his hand and down Shepard’s gullet. Shepard quickly gulped and tried to hide the displeasure on her face.

“So, what do you think?” the Batarian Ambassador asked.

“It is different” Shepard tried to force a smile but was obvious she was merely trying to not offend.

“Here, here to get the full effect of this delicacy you must have it with Kar’shan Ambrosia he said giving her the glass he was drinking.

“She quickly took a heavy swig to get over the gross sensation and taste of whatever she just ingested. Oddly the drink tasted delicious. She smiled with genuine appreciation of the taste.

“Do you want me to pour you, your own glass?” The Ambassador asked.

“Please do.” Shepard said.

“Only if you agree to finish your bowl of this lovely recipe I made” The Ambassador said.

Shepard furrowed her brow and let out a fake sigh before slyly grinning. “Oh, fine pour me a glass”. The Batarian chortled and grabbed the pitcher and poured Shepard another glass.

She then took a handful of the worms and swallowed another handful thankful for the drink as the worms tasted rather good. This went on for about an hour.

The Ambassador much to Jane’s surprise was very easy to talk to, and Shepard was finding herself really enjoying his company. The ambassador listened as Shepard opened up to him. They both made fun of Tevos, the Asari councilor. The entire room erupted with laughter jokes they were making at the Asari’s expense.

Even talking about the behind-the-scenes stories of commanding the Normandy. Their mutual disgust for the council. It was nice. Time seemed to fly and the first time since losing Liara she felt relaxed and was having a good time.

“There I ate the entire bowl, does that mean I get no more Ambrosia?” Shepard asked her cheeks blushing contrasting her pale skin.

“Not by any means” The Ambassador answered. The Batarians guarding the Ambassador all chuckled at the exchange.

About ten minutes later Shepard felt a little flush. She assumed it was from the Ambrosia. She felt relaxed and was content to listen to the Ambassador talk about post-war rebuilding efforts on the home planet of Kar’shan. His voice was soothing to Shepard as she found herself losing track of what he was saying. In fact, during the conversation, she had slunk so close to him she was leaning against the Batarian.

The Batarian gave a knowing look to the rest of his party in the rest of the room.

“There you go Commander Shepard; you seem to really enjoy our company.” The Batarian said looking directly into the glazed over eyes of Jane Shepard.

“I do enjoy your company.” Shepard repeated as if the idea was her own. Then looked in shock as if she could not believe her own words. It just slipped out.

“Most human females are not as aroused at seeing a Batarian as you are Commander, you are more than welcome to get closer, Jane. Just to let you know the feeling is mutual. You are very lovely Jane.”

“I am aroused ... And a turned on.” Shepard responded in a lust filled whisper before scooting closer to the ambassador.

“There, that was not so bad. Do not worry I would not think about leaving you in this state.” The Batarian said as he placed a hand on Shepard’s thigh. Jane gasped at the touch of the Batarian.

“Do you like that Jane” The Batarian asked in a dulcet tone that was soothing for Jane to hear.

“Yes ... it feels nice.” Jane softly answered slurring slightly, as she instinctively slightly spread her legs.

The Batarian wasted no time in pressing his advantage leaning forward and cupping Shepard’s face and catching a long suckle upon her lips. The sparks flew immediately from there as Shepard moaned in pleasure while she returned the kiss. Before long the pair were making out in the middle of the restraint.

Shepard pussy was throbbing from his kiss. She did not resist when he slid his hand up her thigh, or when his other hand felt her up. Between the kissing, the fondling of her breast through her clothes and his sliding along the inside of her thigh, she was beginning to really enjoy this dinner.

It did not take rocket science what happened shortly after that. Shepard’s mouth flew agape. The Ambassador hand had just reached her sex and rubbed her perfectly.

“That’s it, you love it when I rub you there don’t you slut?” The Ambassador chided.

“Yes...” Shepard squeaked out.

Shepard spread her legs to allow for easier access. Before long she was grinding heavily on the hand of the Ambassador. Before long she screamed out in ecstasy and came all over the Batarian’s hand.

Shepard orgasm was so intense from this very simple effort by the Batarian by the time she got her bearings back she was left panting and confused. So much so that she did not even notice that the Ambassador left with her panties in hand. The Batarians that were with him were gone as well. She looked around and quickly lowered her dress to cover up before leaving the small restaurant where they met.

The Next Morning

Shepard was pleasantly surprised that she did not have a hangover. She then felt a certain pang of shame as she came for her “date” last night. She felt that she just cheated on Liara. She had to remind herself that she was doing all of this for Liara, to get her back from the clutches of the people who have her.

Churl was the only person who knew the identity of this Batarian pirate known only as ‘Nova’. She forgot why she was there and forgot to ask anything about the whereabouts of her love. “That Churl was a charmer she thought to herself.

Regardless She needed to get or rather stay in his good graces if she was to find the whereabouts of this Nova. Last night did not go as planned. She felt a pang of slight shame as she got aroused at the thought of the Batarian hand fingering her from the night before. It also meant she had to see him again if she ever had any hope in seeing Liara again.

Shepard after a lengthy shower and ‘alone time’ got dressed in her casual crew fatigues when she was messaged on her Omni-tool.

“Hello Jane.

Last night was delightful. You are a beautiful creature. I did not expect you to enjoy my company. If you would like to spend more time meet me at the Red Dune’s Club. I would definitely like to spend more time with you, human.

A set of time coordinates were included in the subject line of the message. She had heard of the Red Dune club but had never been.

When Shepard arrived at the Red Dune’s Club, she was shocked by the low-key nature of the establishment. It did not appear to be a rowdy bar nor any club of any kind, it was odd to see so many Batarians in such a low-key establishment. Shepard immediately knew this was a place primarily made up of regulars. When she opened the door, the entire establishment stopped to look at her. A bartender just pointed to the back of the bar and Shepard nodded and adjusted her dress. The people immediately went back to their business.

Shepard took a deep breath and walked towards the back. The click of heels beaconing all gazes to her back side and rock-hard calves. She hated heels but a part of her was getting turned on by all the Batarians in the club appraising her with every step. She was thinking of going in a less seductive garb but in the end, she decided she needed to make sure she got the Ambassador’s attention and that he might lower his guard.

“Good, Good, glad you could make it. Let me get a good look at you.” The Ambassador said as he made a circle gesture with his hand. Shepard blushed and slowly turned around.

As soon as her backside faced the ambassador, she felt his hand fondle her ass. Immediately she thought back to the night before and how she felt. She did not slap his hand away. In fact, she bit her lip slightly hoping no one saw her reaction to his affections. It was like Shepard’s mind was teleported to the night before. She did not even think to protest what happened next.

She smiled softly as he pulled her to the top of his lap. She looked at the ambassador who wrapped a strong arm around her waist and moved another Batarian dish forward. Like the last time the bowl had food that was moving.

“I am glad you came, Shepard. I had the chef prepare us another one of my favorite dishes, granted this one is not one considered by the higher caste, in kind regard, but I have developed a taste for it over the years. One of the benefits I suppose to working outside of the Hegemon. I get freedom to live how I choose.” Churl said speaking softly into Sheard’s ear.

“Um I see. I do not see a dish for me Ambassador.” Shepard said, trying to look back and not give away her obvious arousal of being wrapped up in the Ambassador’s arm.

“Well, I thought we would share this dish. You do not mind, do you?” The ambassador asked with a grin looking back at Shepard.

Shepard tried to look diplomatic as possible even though it looked like another set of worms like creatures were moving over each other in the bowl albeit different wormlike creatures these were more pinks and bright orange while the other ones from the other night were pinks and purple.