Chapter 2: Missing the Action

Missing the Action

One Week Later...

Shepard woke up with a smile the day after the primal sexual dalliance with Churl. Ever since then Shepard has been restless. She had been so over the top horny all week. She even to her shame rented Batarian human porn. She had several hours of ‘alone time’ with her vids before she decided she needed to get out of the apartment. That was three days ago.

She decided to go to purgatory and ask if they had any Ambrosia. The bartender looked at her funny. She tried several establishments none served ambrosia. Shepard then started masturbating to image of Churl taking her hard on the bar table at the Red Dune’s. When those alone time sessions did not work, she decided against her better judgment to call Churl. Unfortunately, one call turned into 18, some with less than ideal messages, for the Ambassador. She was so worked up and needed release that she had not even thought about the original reason for reaching out to the ambassador, when this started, Liara.

She decided to go out for a jog and when she did, she saw a group of Batarians on a bench. Shepard trying to be her normal proactive self, decided to jog over to the Batarian males and in her best social naïve tone and asked, “Hello boys. I was just curious, would any of you know what place serves a good ambrosia here?”

The Batarians looked at each other and said, “They only serve that drink to Batarians, human.” The bulkier Batarian answered.

“Someone must have put in some serious skin in the game if you got served that. Most of us have never had Ambrosia.” Another Batarian quickly responded.

“I heard the Cloud Caste have entire warehouses full of the stuff.” A chubbier Batarian added.

“Who let you have Ambrosia, human?” The original Batarian asked,

“Oh, it was served to me by Ambassador Churl” Shepard said trying to feign the intense interest she had in meeting him again.

“Yeah, right human. Stop lying. Come on boys the Ambassador’s woman here is to lofty for the likes of us.” The Bulky Batarian says, motioning his brethren to follow him.

The conversation ended so abruptly that Shepard could not get another word in. With a sigh Shepard was resigned to see the group walk in the direction of the Batarian Ward. Which as you might expect got very little voluntary alien visitations.

When Shepard got home a message was flashing on her vid com. Shepard exhausted and disappointed slinked down in her chair and hit the message. It was Churl! Shepard heart leapt for joy.

“Greetings slut, I have been told by my people you are telling people we went on a date. I bet you have been thinking of me huh? Well, if you want to see me again I have conditions. First, I have attached to this a video of our tryst from the other night. I want you to film yourself masturbating to that video and send it to me. Once that task is done you will receive your next task.

Shepard turned off the video angrily. She went to take a shower and decided that she needed to get away from her apartment for a bit. She went up to the Presidium and sat by the lake. The place was finally getting back to normal after what the reapers did to it. After the end of the war the Keepers without any prompting started repairing the Citadel like the Reapers never took back control of them.

She noticed a Batarian mechanic strutting one of the main walking paths. Before she could catch herself, Shepard was openly staring at the Batarian’s crotch. She shook her head trying to get the image out of her head.

Shepard went back to her new apartment and decided to watch the footage from the other night. Shepard’s pussy became soaked in a matter of minutes as her mind and her eyes were taking her to a place she had never been to in her life before Churl. The rhythmic hard fucking permeated the speakers in her apartment.

She decided that what was the harm besides she had to know where Nova was. That was the lie she told herself at least. The fact of the matter was she had not been looking for her lover all week. She had been trying to find Churl, Ambrosia, hell anything to do that would take her back to the events she was watching on her screen.

Revisiting the “other night”...

With a deep, determined breath, Shepard shed her clothes and turned to face the camera. As she flicked on the recording, a primal hunger ignited in her eyes and she began to roam her hands over her body, teasing herself in anticipation of what was to come. She grasped at her favorite vibrating toy, placing it between her legs with a guttural moan that reverberated through the room. The soldier’s body trembled as she pushed herself closer and closer to release, each desperate gasp captured perfectly by the camera lens. But one orgasm was not enough for Shepard - she needed more, craving the intense pleasure coursing through her veins. And so, she continued, driving herself to new heights of ecstasy until she finally collapsed in a quivering heap. Only when she had reached her limit did she remember the command to send the video to Churl’s number. But instead of a simple clip, he received a jaw-dropping marathon of masturbation starring the fearless hero of the Citadel.

Churl grinned from ear to ear as he watched the hours of masturbation footage from his vid screen. He did not need her to film herself, he had already bugged her apartment, it was littered with surveillance devices. Making her film and degrade herself was the real porn Churl wanted and Shepard delivered it in buckets. Churl for his part admired her physique, she was much stronger and leaner than most of his slaves. He had developed quiet a taste for humans, all the Air Caste did. They were atop the Hegemon food chain and having human slaves was a status symbol. The race had humiliated his kind for years, settling in space that was once a Batarian domain. He could only utter the words, “Lovely” as he focused on every undulating muscle of Shepard.

Two days later.

Shepard was so mad at herself for sending the entire footage. What was she thinking? She would never get anything from him now. Churl has no reason to talk to her. Shepard became depressed on how disappointed Churl and how she failed Liara when suddenly the door chime on her apartment door echoed.

Shepard not used to company looked at the security monitor and her heart leapt as it was the Batarian bodyguard that was with Churl. She rushed to open the door.

“I have a message from Ambassador Churl. He said to meet him at the Batarian Embassy Suite in one hour. Oh, and as a little incentive to come he has promised some more ambrosia, but for now here is a flask to get you to calm down before coming. Look forward to seeing you there Commander Shepard.” The Bodyguard said looking Shepard up and down real quick before leaving out of her front door and back to wherever his boss was.

The next hour...

Shepard’s heart raced as she read the message on her omni-tool. Her fingers trembled slightly and her breath caught in her throat. Invited to meet Ambassador Churl? “This can’t be happening,” she thought, but there it was - the Batarian Embassy Suite, in one hour. She squealed softly to herself. Fuck! He still wants me! Shepard screamed for joy in her head. She was like star struck school girl. She then bolted and took a quick shower, making sure to tenderly cleanse every inch of her skin under the warm spray, savoring the rush of water against her body. She shivered slightly as it hit the nape of her neck and behind her ears.

Dressing was an erotic dance of desire. The black lace bodysuit she’d picked out hugged her curves like a lover, every deliciously enticing curve and dip accentuated with precision. It fit like a second skin, highlighting her firm ass and plump breasts. Shepard grinned at herself in the mirror before slipping into matching thigh-high stockings and stilettos that made her legs feel longer than they already were while elongating her lithe form under the soft light. She dabbed on a touch of red lipstick that left an enticing stain on her lips, tasting the sweet hint of cherry as she did so. Breathing heavily, she glanced at herself one last time before heading out into the cool night air of the Citadel.

Her steps were light as she walked towards the Batarian Embassy Suite; every turn brought visceral pleasure as sensations washed over her - cold air brushing against hot skin, making goosebumps rise along heated flesh; distant sounds of alien conversation filtering through from various bars and clubs; eyes were glazed slightly from the swigs of Ambrosia she took before leaving the apartment. She felt so damn good. Shepard had a wonderful huge smile on her face as her heels clicked on the hard floors. She walked past the new receptionist in the Embassy wards. The Asari eyed Shepard hungrily. Jane basked in the attention brought her way, she felt as if all eyes were on her. Then, after the parade of sexiness she just gave the Citadel she finally arrived at the Batarian Embassy suite. Shepard noticed they had their own office; all the races had their own offices now.

A bodyguard opened the door and immediately looked Shepard up and down to appraise her body. Strangely Shepard posed slightly for the brute to enjoy the view of her body.

Churl sat impatiently at his opulent desk, swirling a tumbler of fine drink in one hand as he awaited her arrival. The air was thick with anticipation as she strutted confidently towards him, her body exuding raw sensuality.

Churl pounced with a quickness Shepard did not expect. With a grin, he rose from his seat and swiftly spun her around, pressing her back against his chest with possessive force. In a frenzy of desire, he tore away the fabric of her bodysuit, revealing her curves beneath.

Shepard yelped in surprise as he led her to the icy surface of the mahogany desk, positioning her so she was bent over with her backside completely open. His nails dug into her hips as he plunged into her with primal fervor, setting off a symphony of pleasure that echoed through the room. Their connection was wild and uninhibited, their bodies moving in perfect harmony until they both reached an explosive climax, leaving them spent and gasping for air.

“Now that was an entrance. Let us enjoy some more food together my little pet” Churl declared while sliding his hand on the inside of her thigh.

“You look absolute delicious with those stocking on slut! Stockings like those deserve several good fuckings wouldn’t you say?” Churl said whimsically.

Before Shepard could stop herself she pouted out desperately nodding her head, “Yes, Please...”

The Batarian guards inside the facility erupted in laughter. “Looks like the hero of the Citadel wants some Batarian attention, boys.” A guard mocked from across the room.

“Well Boys I guess we best give her some attention. But first let’s have some more Ambrosia and Dognac. Here have some more Batarian Dognac, it is a casserole that was popular in the city I grew up in.” Churl said reaching over lazily and grabbing the bowel. This like the others had parts that were moving.

“Is there any food you guys eat that is not squirming we you put it in your mouth.” Shepard smirked. The Specter did not even complain when Churl reached over and grabbed her right breast and kneaded her nipple. She simply turned around for a kiss. Churl for his part stopped her by placing his strong claw on her chin and barked at a simple order, “Open”.

Shepard opened her mouth and moaned slightly when Churl began to stuff some more moving food inside of Shepard’s mouth. The Specter had become adept at this game, sucked hungrily at the food knowing it was easier to take the less time the food was inside their mouth. She was given another glass of sweet nectar.