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“Operative Tazzik, report.”

“The body is intact, Shadow Broker. Though there’s not much to look at.”

“Intact is enough. I have the resources in place to see to the rest.”

“And the Collectors? Do you think they’ll really fall for the fake body we intend to give them?”

“The body is that of an exact clone, Operative Tazzik. They will accept it. At least long enough for us to proceed with reconstruction.”

“Cerberus may still keep searching. Dr. T’Soni as well.”

“I will extend Cerberus an offer when the time is right. And I am not concerned about Dr. T’Soni. For now, our only priority is to bring Commander Shepard back to life. Deliver the body to me, and I will handle the rest.”

Shepard awoke to a pounding headache and a blinding white light, gasping for air as if she was being born again. The destruction of the Normandy was fresh in her mind: telling Liara to flee, saving Joker from the cockpit, her getting blown out into space and then…nothing. She had no sense of time and place as she struggled to catch her breath. She could feel that she was lying on a table, but little else.

“Breath slowly, Commander Shepard.”

She heard the deep, primal voice from somewhere in the room she was in. It was not a voice she recognized, and the sound of it put her on edge. For a brief moment she wondered if this stranger was using a voice synthesizer.

“Where am I?” Shepard groaned, rubbing her eyes. She had a pounding headache, like she was fighting her way through the worst possible hangover.

“Hagalaz. I had you transferred here recently from my medical facility in the Terminus Systems.”

Hagalaz…not a planet she was familiar with. A planet in the Terminus Systems, if she had to guess. Then again, at that moment she could barely recall what planet she was born on.

“Who are you?” she asked.

“An acquaintance, Commander,” the stranger’s deep voice intoned. “One that had a shared interest in exposing Saren Arterius, as you may recall. I never did get a chance to thank you for helping to deal with my former associate, Fist.”

Despite the fact that she could barely see and her headache was making it difficult to even think, she would not soon forget the events that led to Ilos. “The Shadow Broker,” Shepard answered. The Alliance war hero only had limited dealing with this enigmatic figure, but their, or rather his, reputation preceded him. Though Shepard still did not fully understand what was going on or why she was still alive, she knew that the Shadow Broker would be one of the few people in the galaxy with the influence and resources to ensure such a thing.

“Breathe easy and take some time to acclimate yourself,” the Broker continued. “The doctor assures me that the fatigue, the headaches and blurry vision will subside soon enough.”

Shepard sat up on what felt like a hospital bed of some sort, rubbing her temples. “Why…how am I still alive?”

She heard him approach her until he was only a few feet away from her, even if all she could see was a blur. Judging from his footsteps, he was large. That much was certain to her. A krogan perhaps?

“I had your body located and brought to me after the Normandy was destroyed, Commander. I had you rebuilt. To put it simply, I had you brought back to life.”

Shepard shook her head, letting out a bemused laugh. “That isn’t possible. I…died. I felt it. Unless you discovered some new prothean secret, it’s not possible to rebuild a person from that.”

“Do not underestimate what scientific advancement and billions of credits can achieve, Shepard. Suffice to say, the assailants that destroyed the Normandy and tried to kill you do not yet know of your…resurrection. And I’d like to keep it that way for the time being.

That got her attention. She sat up in her bed, stretching out her limbs - still stiff from lack of use. Despite how overwhelming this all was, she took this bizarre turn of events in stride as an Alliance soldier was expected to do. She turned in the direction she could hear the Broker’s voice come from. Her vision was gradually returning to her, but all she could see as of yet was a bulky indiscernible figure sitting across from her. “So you know of who attacked my ship? Was it the Reapers?”

“I have allies who will be able to explain those details to you. I would suggest meeting with them once you have recuperated.”

She raised her brow. “Suggest?” she repeated with skepticism. “Does that mean I am not your prisoner, Shadow Broker?”

He was silent for several moments before answering in his gravely, deep tone. “You are not a prisoner. I would not have committed to such an expense just to hold you here against your will.”

Shepard began to finally blink away the blurriness from her vision. Looking down at herself, she saw that she was wearing a form-fitting athletic tanktop and shorts. But that did not come as a surprise to her. What did, however, was the fact that her body was slightly different from the last time she had looked at herself in a mirror. While she still had the musculature that came with her career in the Alliance military and rigorous workout routine, she also had a bit more curve than she remembered having, her hips looking a touch wider than they were previously.

And unless she had lost her mind, her breasts were also at least a cup size larger than they were before. She could practically not even see her own toes anymore when looking down at her feet.

“Care to explain this?!” Shepard demanded, her hands pointedly gesturing towards her altered body, with a slight emphasis to the increased mass she has on her hips and chest.

The Broker seemed unfazed by her outburst. “I said your body needed to be rebuilt. But considering the dire state we found your corpse in, some parts of your body needed more work than others. You are still you. Just with a few minor details altered.”

Shepard snorted. “Is that so?” For the first time, she turned her attention to the Shadow Broker himself now that the shock of being alive started to abate. She was surprised at what she saw. Expecting to see a krogan due to the deep tenor of his voice, she instead saw an alien she was completely unfamiliar with. A towering, hulking humanoid with red, scaly armored skin, horns, a face with mandibles and four disconcerting sets of eyes, the Broker was unlike anything Shepard had seen or heard of in Citadel space.

“What…are you?”

He did not seem insulted. He idly smoothed out his sleek black suit as he sat in the chair in front of her, all four sets of eyes passively fixed on her. “I thought you might be curious. I am a yahg, from the planet Parnack. You won’t find many of us in Citadel space or the Terminus Systems.”

Shepard absorbed this for several moments, her head spinning from one revelation after the other being thrown her way. “And yet you’ve chosen to reveal yourself to me?”

“Is that so surprising, Commander? You are a very unique human - famed for what you did in stopping Sovereign. And now you are a considerable investment of mine. Consider it a gesture of good will that I reveal myself to you in person. It is not something I share with others lightly.”

Shepard mulled this over, the red-haired human woman considering every angle of her current situation. She had heard rumors about the Shadow Broker, many of them dubious. And now it seemed he had a physical presence to match those rumors. “I doubt you saved my life out of the goodness of your heart. So…what is your price?”

The Broker was silent for several moments, his hands folded in his lap as he cocked his head at her and pondered. “Nothing for now,” he finally answered. “For now, all I ask is that you make this introduction with the Illusive Man and then report back to me on your findings. I assume this is not too much trouble?”

“The Illusive Man?”

“The head of Cerberus. Despite my resources, bringing someone back from the dead was not a miracle I could achieve on my own. This was a joint effort between myself and Cerberus. They have just as much of an interest in you as I do.”

Cerberus…yet another shadowy organization she’d encountered during her hunt for Saren. The thought of what they’d done to Admiral Kahoku still sent shivers down her spine. “You expect me to work with terrorists?”

“I expect you to simply hear them out, and then meet with me at least one more time after that. This is all I ask of you. What you do beyond that is up to you, Shepard.” He activated his omni-tool and keyed in a command. Promptly, a white-colored tech drone floated its way over to her from behind the Broker. “My drone will escort you to a shuttle to take you to Cerberus.”

She looked back at the hulking Broker cautiously. “Would you be able to spare me a gun?”

His mandibles twitched with amusement. “I hope you do not intend to shoot your way through Cerberus the moment you arrive.”

“I will hear them out. But I don’t want to go into the lion’s den unarmed.”

“Wise, Shepard. Very well. My men will give you a weapon before boarding the shuttle. If it will give you peace of mind when you meet with the Illusive Man, by all means.”

“Thank you,” Shepard said, standing up onto her feet. It took her some time to reacclimate to even standing on her feet again. She had to assume that some sort of scientific marvel was responsible for her muscles still being functional and not having completely atrophied from lack of use. When she was ready, she nodded to the drone.

“If you would please follow me, Commander Shepard,” the orb-like drone said in its chipper, synthesized voice.

As she followed the drone, the Broker addressed her one last time. “Commander Shepard.”

She spun around to look at her unexpected savior.

“Welcome back.”

When Shepard returned to Hagalaz several days later, she was still coming to grips with her new reality. For two years she had been gone, and all of her former teammates had gone their separate ways. She could not even be sure that they even knew she was alive.

Being reunited with Joker certainly lifted her spirits. Not only was it nice to have a familiar face around, but she was glad to know that her efforts to save him from the cockpit just before her “death” had not been in vain.

And courtesy of Cerberus, she had a new Normandy, a new crew, a list of dossiers for a highly-skilled set of specialists to recruit, and a strong lead to go on for the perpetrators responsible for the abduction of human colonists. Having a purpose and a clear sense of direction was essential for her after two years of being out of the game. It’s what she needed as a soldier.

Still, there was an emptiness inside her that she still had yet to fill since her resurrection: Liara. Her thoughts dwelled on her Asari girlfriend quite often now that the shock of her revival had largely worn off. She still blushed like a schoolgirl thinking about the first time she and Liara had made love before Ilos. Their lips locked together while Shepard grinded her pink pussy against Liara’s blue pussy, the euphoria she felt when Liara melded with her and the bliss of their mutual orgasm. She wouldn’t soon forget that night even two years on.

Shepard still wondered when she would seek out Liara. If she would. She wasn’t going to pretend that nothing would’ve changed with her having been gone for two years and Liara likely thinking she was dead. She could not exactly just stroll into wherever Liara currently was and say “hello.” It required more care than that, more tact. Not to mention, good timing. And if the Illusive Man was to be believed, Liara and Shepard had a mutual acquaintance: the Shadow Broker himself. Though the details were still murky, she knew that the Broker had some sort of history with Liara during Shepard’s two-year absence, and she planned to question him on it.

But she had other things on her mind as well. Her initial mission to a deserted human colony called Freedom’s Progress had borne fruit and proved that the Illusive Man’s intel was spot on thus far. Having identified the aliens responsible for killing her and abducting human colonists - the Collectors - she now had a clear goal. Enough to convince her to continue working with Cerberus for the time being. And running into one of her former crew, Tali, had certainly bolstered her in the process.

That just left her mysterious yahg savior and patron. She still didn’t quite know why the Shadow Broker had gone to such lengths to bring her back to life. Cerberus’ motives were elusive enough, but the abduction of human colonists at the hands of the Collectors was at least a human concern which Cerberus would have an interest in. But what did the Shadow Broker care about human colonists?

He had his reasons for saving her, and she didn’t want to spend anymore time guessing as to what those reasons were.

She found herself in the Shadow Broker’s lair once more. She was sporting a casual black athletic tank top and leggings not too dissimilar from what she’d first woken up in, both with a small N7 logo on them. It felt far more comfortable to wear such clothing as she was still trying to acclimate to her unwanted physical “assets” that she was now sporting. Having to go up in size in a sports bra was the last thing she would’ve expected as a necessity upon returning to life from a two-year absence.

The Broker was right where she expected him to be, sitting at his massive desk, his fingers idly drumming its surface. His four sets of eyes turned to her, and she knew for certain that he was expecting her.

“Commander,” he said, addressing her in an even tone. “How did you fare on Freedom’s Progress?”

“The intel was good. My new crewmates and I found a quarian survivor. He gave us his security cam footage which confirmed that an alien race called the Collectors are behind the abductions. They’re the ones who killed me.”

The Broker nodded patiently. “This is a good outcome.”

Shepard crossed her arms, raising an eyebrow at him. “You already knew, didn’t you? About the Collectors being the ones responsible.”

Despite her interrogatory tone, the Broker looked unfazed. Then again, she still found yahg mannerisms difficult to read. Or the Broker’s, at least. “I’ve had my dealings with them.”

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“Suspicious of my intentions, Commander?” His mandibles twitched with amusement.

“All due respect, I’ve been suspicious of your intentions from the moment I woke up and heard your voice.”

He snorted, going silent for several moments. “The Collectors hired me to give them your body. I gave them a clinically brain-dead clone body instead. Courtesy of your new Cerberus friends.”

Shepard blinked, surprised at this new information. “You tried to trick the Collectors despite knowing that they are allied with the Reapers? And you are not concerned that they will see through your deception?”

“It was always intended to be a temporary measure to buy time. Once I committed my resources to bringing you back to life and allying with Cerberus, I knew it was a matter of time before they discovered it was a false corpse.”

She paced back and forth, looking back at the hulking red alien as his eyes followed her around the room. It did not sound as though he was lying. In fact, it sounded surprisingly forthright for someone of his disposition. But this only left her even more frustrated and with more questions than answers.

“So you had the opportunity to hand me over to them, but you didn’t?” she asked with mounting confusion.

“Correct.”

The redheaded woman stared at him pointedly, her brow furrowed. “And how does Liara factor into this?”

“Dr. T’Soni was trying to obtain your body for Cerberus, believing that I was trying to obtain it for the Collectors. She was a capable information trader herself, but she still did not know my true intentions. I made a private introduction with Cerberus several months later, but she still believes me to be her enemy. Especially since she thinks I handed you to the Collectors.”

Shepard grimaced. “Liara deserves to know the truth. About me being alive. It’s probably eating away at her, thinking that she failed to stop the Collectors from having me.”

“If you wish to contact her and tell her everything, by all means. She would need to hear it from you anyway. She wouldn’t believe it if it came from me. I can give you her location on Illium.”

Shepard let out a sigh of relief. “Thank you.”

The Broker sized her up, all of his eight eyes tracing over her body, his expression unreadable. “How do you find being alive once more, Shepard?”

She huffed, the former Specter looking down at herself. “I could’ve done without the added body mass,” she said, grimacing.

“I think it suits you well,” he replied in his gravelly tone. His eyes ogled her ample breasts and her curvier, plumper ass beneath her athletic top and leggings, her form-fitting outfit only accentuating her more curvaceous assets.

She met his gaze, trying to ascertain the yahg’s elusive motives. This would have been difficult enough on its own without him being a yahg - a new species to her which only made him even more of an enigma.

“No more games. Why did you really bring me back to life?” she asked, fixing her steely, commanding gaze on him, approaching closer to his desk until she was standing mere feet away from him.

“An insurance policy for dealing with the Collectors and Reapers.”

Shepard shook her head adamantly. “Giving my body to the Collectors would’ve also been an insurance policy, wouldn’t it? A far cheaper and simpler one for you too.” Shepard leaned over the Broker’s massive desk, unintimidated by his size. The Broker’s mandibles twitched with amusement, lacing his fingers together as his eyes traced over her. “I want to make this plain. I have no wish to owe a debt, or to owe anybody anything. As I work with Cerberus, pursuing these leads, I don’t want to look over my shoulder waiting for you to come and collect. So go on. Name your price. Your real price. I know you have one, so just name it now and be done with it.”

The Broker’s several sets of eyes twitched with a hunger Shepard could recognize, one that crossed species barriers. Lust. He stroked his chin as he leaned back in his chair.

“If you insist.” He pressed a series of commands on his omni-tool. A moment later, a black box emerged from the floor. Once it was at thigh level, the box opened up. Shepard could only gape at what emerged from the box.

“Is…that…?” The Alliance soldier let the question linger, knowing it was a rhetorical one.

Standing before her like a pillar was the largest dildo she personally had ever seen. And the texture was unlike anything she was familiar with either. Slightly over a foot long, dark grey-colored, and with a series of ridges and what appeared to be small rubbery spines lining its surface, the faux cock was thick at its base but narrowed out toward the pointy tip. The dildo was firmly planted onto the small black pedestal it had emerged from and jutting upwards, most humanoid women would have to stand up to be able to insert such a thing inside them.

“Consider this a crash course in yahg anatomy, Commander,” he said candidly, his deep voice taking on a surprisingly husky edge that she was unused to from the cool, composed information trader.

Shepard gulped. For the briefest of moments, she was tempted to reach out and touch the thing, but she quickly pulled herself back from that and came to her senses. “This is what a yahg…penis looks like?”

“Correct.”

She looked at him, her cheeks slightly flushed. “So…yours looks like this also…?”

The Broker nodded, as if they were simply discussing any other business. “More or less.”

Shepard raised a brow at him. “Which is it? More or less?”

His mandibles twitched. “More. Mine is thicker and several inches longer.”

She took some time to process this, looking back and forth between him and the dildo. As much as she hated to admit it, there was an element of intrigue boiling just beneath the surface. And perhaps something else. She shook her head, the redhead huffing. “What exactly is it you want?”

The Broker drummed his fingers on his desk, cocking his head at her as if her question was one a child would ask. “I want you to take off all your clothes, mount the pedestal, impale yourself on the yahg dildo, and ride it until you have an orgasm. Surely you can manage this, yes?”

She let out a bemused laugh. “Why do you even want this?”

“Because I am sexually attracted to human females above all others.” Seeing her surprised expression on her face, he continued. “Make of it what you will. It is the one and only personal secret that I will offer you freely. Suffice to say, I would be remiss to pass up the chance to witness such a carnal, intimate display from the most famed human soldier in the galaxy.”

Seeing that she was skeptical and embarrassed by the proposition, he added, “Are you not grateful for having your life back?”

“I am grateful,” she replied defensively. “I would do anything for my crew, for instance. I’m sure you know that. But this is…very different.”

She was silent, pacing for several moments as she weighed her options. She didn’t know if he had any intention of selling her out to the Collectors again if she refused. Even if he did not intend to backstab her in such a way, there was a part of her that felt that she owed the Broker. He’d brought her back to life with seemingly little benefit to himself thus far. Surely something like that did deserve compensation of some kind. And she doubted he needed or had any interest in money considering the expense he’d gone through to revive her. Her soldier’s honor was getting the best of her.

“And this is all that you want from me? After this little peep show is done, my debt is settled?”

“You have my word,” the Broker replied.

Shepard sighed. As embarrassing as this request was, it was frankly a small price to pay for having her life back. Though it was a perverted request, it was inconsequential in the grand scheme of things, considering what she was up against. She could continue to fight the Reapers and their Collector servants, and she was only able to do that because of him.

She made her decision. Firming her posture, she nodded at him. “Alright then. I accept.”

The Broker nodded his horned head, looking quite pleased with her answer. “Excellent.” He pressed a button on his omni-tool, and the white drone - the same one she had met last time she was on Hagalaz - entered the room at its master’s beck and call. “One more thing. My drone will film this. Is this acceptable to you?”

She frowned at that. “You might have mentioned this in the beginning. No, I am not keen on it.”

“It is only for my personal use. I have no intention of leaking this onto the extranet. Nobody would believe it was really you in the vid even if I did.”

Shepard rolled her eyes. “Very comforting. Fine,” she sighed. “Film your masturbatory little porno.”

She appraised the massive yahg dildo. She had seen an elcor dildo on the black market once, and this was even bigger than that from the looks of it. It was certainly larger and more alien-looking than the dildo she and Liara had used on each other. “I am going to need lube,” she muttered. “A lot, probably.”

“Not a concern,” the Broker replied. He picked up a small remote from his desk, pressing the button. Shepard’s eyes widened when she saw a light blue liquid dribble out of the pointy tip of the faux cock. “At the base of the pedestal is a switch. Press it if you need more.”

“Well…good then, I guess.” She was still coming to grips with all this. When she came to Hagalaz to meet with the Shadow Broker again, this was not at all how she expected this second meeting to go.

“Whenever you are ready, Commander,” the Broker said. He had wheeled his chair out from around his desk so he could get a good view of her.

She nervously nodded, taking a deep breath. She turned her back to the Broker and shrugged off her athletic top. She heard an intake of breath from him as she turned toward the hulking alien, showing off her chest to him. Even if she still wore her sports bra, his intrigued response to her near-nudity put pay to the notion that he was indeed attracted to human females.

She reached back behind herself to unsnap her sports bra, her ample breasts and pink nipples exposed to the cool atmosphere of the Broker’s ship. He let out a pleased growl as his eight eyes honed in on her breasts. Shepard was still getting used to her larger-than-usual bust, but she knew that the Broker had obviously gotten a look at her “enhanced” features even before she herself did, while she was still asleep. Not that it seemed to deter him or make him any less eager to see her unveil her naked body to him now.

Moving on to the rest of her clothing, Shepard turned herself around, facing away from her yahg patron again. He no doubt got a good view of her ass when she bent over to slip her leggings down her legs, along with her panties. Looking back over her shoulder at him, his large, thick fingers were rubbing at what looked to be a considerable bulge in his sleek black dress pants. This took her aback at first, until she realized that this whole charade was in the interest of him getting himself off, after all.

Resolutely, Shepard flung aside her athletic leggings and panties, her plump breasts jiggling slightly as she tossed the clothing aside. There was no grace or finesse in her stripping; she discarded her clothing in a casual manner not too dissimilar from how she would take off her clothes in the barracks alongside her fellow soldiers, back when she first joined the Alliance. But it seemed not to bother the Broker in the least. He merely wanted her in her most natural state, and she had provided that for him.

With her last scrap of clothing gone, she stood completely nude before him. The career soldier turned to face him and put her hands on her hips, looking questioningly back at the Shadow Broker. “Well? Is this what you wanted?”

The Broker’s mandibles twitched in an expression Shepard could not read. She was entirely unaccustomed to yahg mannerisms, after all. But it seemed like an expression of intrigued curiosity, if she had to guess. He rested one of his large hands on his knee and make himself comfortable in his chair, his multiple eyes scanning over her voluptuous yet toned body, from her muscular torso to her full, enhanced breasts and perky pink nipples, to the thin strip of red hair that led to her sex.

“You have a magnificent body, Commander. One perfectly honed for fighting…and breeding.”

Shepard said nothing, crossing her arms. “Thank you for the creepy compliment. Can we get on with this?”

He let out a sound akin to a throaty chuckle, the first she had heard from him. “By all means.”

Shepard sighed, walking over to the towering yahg dildo waiting for her on the pedestal. Taking a deep breath, the naked soldier slowly reached a hand out, her fingers wrapping around the thick yet pointy dark gray tip. Her fingers felt along the underside of the unusually-shaped cockhead until she encountered the first thick ridge along the shaft, navigating each subsequent ridge after that. Jesus, this thing was big. She couldn’t begin to understand how she was going to get this thing inside her, let alone manage its inhuman texture considering her sex wasn’t built for it.

Pausing her explorations, she looked pointedly back up at the watching yahg. “My…vagina isn’t meant to take something like this. You know that, right?”

The Shadow Broker waved her off. “You underestimate your own body’s flexibility. You can take this imitation sex toy and more.”

She was not as sure of that, but she carried on regardless. Her fingers found the button at the base of the pedestal and she pressed it, causing a thick blob of artificial precum lubrication to bubble up from the conical pointy tip of the dildo. Her thumb and forefinger smeared in the thick, sticky lubrication, realizing it was warm to the touch despite its cool blue hue. Shepard began to coat the length of the yahg dildo in the abundant blue lubrication, paying special attention to the faux cock’s many thick ridges. Try as she might, she wasn’t satisfied with the amount of lube she’d coated this thing with. At least not if she was about to attempt to mount this thing herself.

“Feel free to add some of your own.”

Shepard glared at her benefactor seated in his chair. Still, despite his remark getting to her, she knew he was right. Some more lubrication would be required. Leaning forward, the redhead Specter let a strand of spit drip down onto the faux cock. Her hands stroked and covered the gargantuan dildo in a mixture of cool blue lube and her own spit until the sex toy was glistening, thick globs dripping from each ridge.

She took a deep breath. “That’ll have to do,” she sighed, mounting the pedestal. As much as she hated to admit it, her sex had grown slightly moist from masturbating the dildo and lubing it up. Her fingers ran through her thin strip of red pubis and to her labia, her pointer and middle fingers spreading herself open.

The Broker’s drone took the opportunity to hone in on her pussy just as she was positioning herself above the pointy head of the yahg dildo to slide onto it. She shooed the drone away, but not before it had gotten an ample close-up recording of her inner pinkness.

“Do you ever masturbate, Shepard?” The Broker asked plainly. “Answer truthfully.”

She looked up at the Broker, seeing that he was rubbing at a considerable bulge in his black pants. Perplexed that he seemed intent on asking her questions just as she was about to penetrate herself with this monster cock as was requested of her. Shepard turned bright red for a moment, feeling the briefest of tingles pulse through her sex, much to her annoyance. She thought for several moments before answering. “I…yes…sometimes. In between missions on occasion.”

Seeing that she had paused her impending descent, he nodded down at the dildo again. “Please…don’t let our conversation interrupt you. Proceed while we continue to talk.”

She rolled her eyes and huffed. Looking down, she widened her stance and lowered her pelvis toward the tip. She grit her teeth as the glistening wet tip made contact with her pink sex, settling itself between the folds of her labia. The pointy cockhead of the long, thick alien dildo nestled between the lips of her pussy.

“Do you pleasure yourself with your fingers or a dildo, Commander?” the Broker queried, openly rubbing the ever-growing bulge in his pants as he watched her nude body squatted over the dildo.

Shepard’s face was scrunched up as she rocked her pelvis back and forth over the small pedestal, her increasingly moistening pussy sliding back and forth over the pointy tip of the yahg dildo. “I, ugh, had a d- dildo before the Normandy was destroyed.”

“What kind?”

“Jesus, is that r- really necessary to know?!” Shepard groaned. Her pussy was leaking a trickle of her juice down the length of the cock, her lips beginning to envelope the pointy tip as she sank herself onto the dildo in the form of millimeters.

“What kind, Commander?” he repeated.

“T- turian,” she blurted out. Liara had strapped on the purple-colored turian dildo in question and fucked her with it the day before the Normandy had been destroyed. But that was a detail.

“Intriguing,” the Broker calmly replied. She could hear an ever-present undercurrent of lust in his deep, gravelly voice. “Tell me: was your former crewmate Garrus Vakarian aware that you fetishized him and fantasized about having him mount you each time you used that dildo?”

“Fucking fuck!” The shock of the Broker’s words made her lose her composure just enough that the thoroughly-lubed tip of the yahg dildo finally pushed past her lips and sank inside her. The cool blue lubrication was paying dividends, allowing her to slide down the first few inches of the faux yahg cock with relative ease. The shock of the thought of having sex with her former crewmate had made her take more inches than she would’ve liked, but it took her a moment to realize that there wasn’t much discomfort.

Squatting above the dildo, Shepard put her strong thighs to good use, shifting herself back and forth and getting a good feel for the faux alien cock she was impaled on. Even if it was an imitation of the real thing, she was getting a good primer in yahg anatomy. In particular, she could feel the intensity of the thick ridges interspersed along the thick dark gray member. The rubbery silicone texture of each ridge felt so unlike any sex toy she’d used up to this point, being more pronounced than any of the details her turian dildo possessed.

She descended little by little, the soldier treating the endeavor like any other training exercise as she fed more and more of the alien dildo inside her cunt. What surprised her was the ease at which she took it. Lube or no lube, she had always been on the tighter side. And this particular dildo was quite larger than what she was used to, and it only got thicker the further down she descended. But not only did each ridge slip inside her quite easily, but she could not feel much, if any, discomfort in doing so.

Before long, she had taken as much of the dildo as she could inside of her until the pointy tip of it was brushing intimately against her cervix. She felt more full than she ever had before, her mouth half open with surprise. Shepard tenderly reached two fingers down, brushing past her tuft of fiery red pubis to spread her lips open around the girthy dildo filling her sex. She half expected to feel and see a slight bulge in her belly from the pointy rubbery tip of the dildo prodding the entrance to her womb.

She heard a clapping from the Shadow Broker’s chair. “Well done, Commander. You took nearly all of it. But spread your legs open wider, Shepard. My drone needs a good view.”

Shepard looked up. She had forgotten about the Broker’s little helper hovering close by, capturing every embarrassing little detail of this show she was putting on. She grimaced, reluctantly obliging her monstrous benefactor, widening her stance with her legs. The Broker’s drone took the opportunity to zoom in on her sex taking in the faux yahg cock, recording it closely. She flushed red from being reminded that she was putting on a show that could potentially end up on the extranet at some point, her own sex being filmed in exquisite detail taking in an oversized alien dildo for all to see.

“Good,” the Broker said, rubbing two of his thick fingers up and down the considerable boner tenting his black pants. It looked about ready to split his suit pants open. “Ride the dildo, Commander Shepard. Ride it until you climax using the dildo, and only using the dildo.” Even an entity as composed as the Shadow Broker could not fully contain the excitement creeping into his voice as he gave her his specific instructions. His multiple eyes were fixed exclusively on the sight of her tight pink pussy accepting inch after inch, ridge after ridge of the yahg dildo inside her.

She took a deep breath as she lifted her toned legs up, her taut stomach clenching as she raised herself up off the gargantuan yahg sex toy. Upon raising herself up, she looked down and saw how shiny and slick the full length and girth of the dildo was - some of it was the artificial lube and some, shamefully, was her own. When all but the pointy head had exited her, she firmed her posture, took a deep breath and, with an insistent nod from the Broker, sank herself down with a long sigh.

Shepard sheathed inch after inch, ridge after ridge inside her pussy, her breathing deepening when the irregular texture rubbed her inner walls and brushed her g-spot. When she finished her descent, she had sheathed most of the yahg dildo inside her until her pussy lips were kissing one of the thickest ridges near the base of the dildo. Her strong thighs clenched atop the pedestal, the seasoned soldier whimpering in an undignified manner. She felt fuller than she ever had in her life.

“As I said, your body is more flexible than you give it credit for,” the Shadow Broker said.

Though she hated to admit it, he was right. Taking the dildo was a stretch, but not a painful one. Had she shoved herself down on that first plunge, it undoubtedly would have hurt. But taking it slow and steady had paid off, and she was left surprised that nearly all of the girth imitation cock had been sheathed inside her.

She began to steadily rock herself up and down the dildo, occasionally reaching down to tap the button to squirt more of the cool blue lube inside her whenever she felt she needed more. Whenever she opened her eyes, she saw the Shadow Broker’s hulking form sitting there in his chair watching her while his floating drone filmed her nearby. Putting on a sordid show for an audience was something she still hadn’t quite gotten used to. But closing her eyes and imaging it was Liara sitting there watching her gave her an aroused thrill and provided her the distraction she needed to continue. And she was an Alliance war hero, after all. Compared to Virmire or Ilos, this was nothing to her.

Shepard’s face was scrunched up as she squatted above the tall yahg dildo, sliding her pussy up and down its ribbed girth over and over again with a regular downward humping motion. The cool blue lube was making it easy enough for her to slip each of the dildo’s thick ridges in and out of her cunt with each downward stroke. Her thighs were being put to the test and she found herself putting in a good workout in this position, squatted above the gray cock, huffing, wincing and whimpering.

“How does it feel, Commander?”

She winced, and not from discomfort. Each time a ridge slipped inside her, she was keenly aware of it. “D- different from what I am used to.” Realizing that he wanted more of an answer from her, she added, “I can…feel the ridges rubbing inside me each time I move.”

He let out a low throaty sound of satisfaction from her answer. “Your human sex is unaccustomed to the feeling of my kind. Perhaps that…novelty arouses you even more, doesn’t it?”

She slammed her eyes shut, biting lip as her plump ass clapped against the base of the dildo each time it nearly bottomed out inside her. “It could be…worse,” she replied breathily.

He seemed satisfied enough with the answer, sitting back in his chair as he continued watching her. Shepard felt herself getting closer and closer to the inevitable orgasm. Initially she had been worried that she would’ve really needed to work hard to overcome her nerves and stimulate herself enough to climax on this dildo, relying on her most sordid memories of her time with Liara to help propel her to that orgasm. Instead, she found herself being pushed to that precipice rather easily from stimulation alone. More surprising still was that she hadn’t needed to touch herself elsewhere - her clit and nipples not being touched at all per his specific request. Just penetrating and fucking herself with this thick silicone mass of alien dick alone was going to bring her off.

She rode the dildo faster, harder, the pointy tip of the dildo even tickling her cervix with each downward plunge - something that should’ve been uncomfortable but somehow wasn’t. The novel sensation of the ridges rubbing inside her with every lubricated glide was too much, and she found herself reaching her limit moments later.

Shepard impaled herself on the dildo as much as she could. She slammed her eyes shut, her body shivering and undulating atop the pedestal as she came. Trying to keep herself in check, she could not stop herself from letting out a barely-audible moan, whimpering as juices cascaded down the thick girthy dildo. Her entire toned body glistened with sweat, some of her red hairs clinging to her skin.

When she opened her eyes again, she saw the Broker’s four sets of eyes hungrily taking her in as she climaxed. Just as she was about to lift herself up off the dildo, he raised a hand. “Not yet.” She held herself in place, looking at him questioningly.

As she watched, he pressed a series of commands on his omni-tool. At first she did not understand what was happening. But a moment later Shepard’s eyes widened when she heard a dull hum emanating from some sort of tank next to the pedestal and she then felt a warm sensation deep inside her, tickling her cervix. When she saw a white fluid leaking from her sex and dripping down onto the pedestal, she realized that he was discharging artificial cum inside her, the dildo spurting the warm faux semen point blank against her cervix.

She was overwhelmed by the volume of it, gasping as the dildo continued to pump the heated contents of the tank inside her, filling her sex with the fake cum. Thanks to gravity, much of it came spilling out of her in rivulets, leaking from the tight seal of her pink sex. The Broker did not seem to care, seeming to enjoy the spectacle. And he undoubtedly had drones to clean up the mess afterward.

Shepard glared at him, her face flushed. “You can turn it off whenever you want, you know.” By now her pussy was inundated with the warm fake cum, her sex feeling sticky, warm and full.

“Consider it as close as you’ll get to a real yahg male when he finishes.”

She let a bemused laugh. “You telling me your loads are this big when you’re jerking off to the idea of human women?”

He blinked, neither confirming nor denying her mocking question. Eventually, thankfully, the tank seemed to have been emptied and the dildo stopped shooting the artificial cum inside her. She reached down and pressed a hand firmly to her flat lower belly, half expecting to have a cum paunch from the amount of fake cum was packed inside her sex. If this was to be expected from mating with a yahg, it seemed to be a messy affair. After thinking such thoughts, she couldn’t help but look back up at the real yahg sitting just a few feet away from her, his erection still tenting in his pants. If nothing else, she had to admire his zen-like impulse control to not pull that thing out and start jerking it right in front of her considering how arousing this was for him.

She shook her head before she could go down the rabbit hole of thinking about sex with the yahg.

“Thank you, Commander!” the Broker’s drone chirped robotically. “I got some aesthetically pleasing angles in my footage.” It deactivated its camera function and floated off.

Shepard sighed. She looked at the Shadow Broker. “So…satisfied?”

“Very. Thank you, Shepard. You can get up now.”

She nodded, the human specter stretching out her tired thighs before she lifted herself up. Inch after silicone inch of faux yahg cock slipped from her pussy before the pointy head escaped her pink sex, spurting a couple final dribbles onto her red pubic mound in the process. Upon the dildo being freed from her pussy, a deluge of fake white cum and blue-colored lube came spilling out of her. She blushed with embarrassment from the sight of the mess she’d made, even if he was the one responsible for how much of the creamy gift she had been forced to take. He didn’t seem at all displeased at the result.

Shepard put her hands on her hips, no doubt looking at that moment like a far cry from the imposing soldier the galaxy knew her as. Still, she had carried out one debauched little sexcapade in exchange for having her life back and combating the greatest known threat to the Milky Way. With a good night’s sleep and maybe a swig of booze from the Normandy’s bar, she could readily put this behind her easily enough.

She gathered up her top and pants, not at all caring that she would be getting them filthy with the mixture of fluids covering her crotch and legs. Once she was dressed again, she turned back to her benefactor.

“I will expect regular status reports on your mission,” the Broker said, returning to usual business just as readily as him asking her to fuck herself on a dildo.

“Fine,” Shepard replied, running a hand through her slightly-unkempt red hair. She glanced at the dildo, shaking her head. “And if you publish what I just did on the extranet, I will murder you. Whether you saved my life or not.”

“Noted,” the Broker said calmly.

She nodded, satisfied. As she left his lair and returned to the Normandy, she was content with the fact that she held up her end of the sordid bargain and was free to go about her business, even if her dealings with the Broker were to continue. Still though, there was a lingering quiver in her loins from the thought of what she had done. She only hoped she would be able to go to sleep in her cabin that night without the thought of something spiky, girthy and ridged occupying her dreams.

“Still could synthesize countermeasures using known Collector compounds,” Dr. Mordin Solus explained, as both Shepard and her XO, Miranda Lawson, listened. “Would be much easier with Collector seeker samples.”

Shepard stood at the head of the Normandy’s conference table. She looked at the salarian scientist that they had recruited on Omega. “The problem is, the Collectors are thorough. They don’t leave behind any traces of the colonies they abduct. That includes their own seeker probes.”

Miranda chimed in. “Commander, what of a certain mutual acquaintance of you and the Illusive Man?”

Shepard chafed at the mention of the Shadow Broker. “What about him?”

“He’s had his own dealings with the Collectors in the past, has he not? It’s possible he could procure a seeker sample for us. Without a countermeasure against those seeker swarms, we won’t last long against the Collectors once we finally catch up to them.”

Shepard mulled this over. Her cheeks felt warm from the memory of what had transpired the last time she had met with the Shadow Broker. Still, Miranda was right, of course. They needed a seeker swarm sample, and she was certain that the Broker would be one of the few people in the galaxy with access to one.

“Alright, I will arrange a meeting. In the meantime, dismissed.”

Sometime later, she arrived on Hagalaz again. This time, the Broker’s personal drone greeted her as she disembarked her shuttle. “Welcome, Commander. Please, follow me.”

Shepard followed the drone along through the Broker’s ship. “You aren’t about to film me some more, are you?” she asked the drone with a snort.

“Only if the Broker wishes me to. If he does, there are more angles I have in mind this time.”

She rolled her eyes. “Don’t count on it, ball.”

When she arrived in the Broker’s quarters again, he was right where she expected him to be, at his desk. She wondered if he ever actually left his chair or if he was permanently sitting in it. “Commander. Does your mission go well?”

She raised a brow at him. Given his access to information, she knew it was a rhetorical question done only as a courtesy. “Well enough. I’ve been building the team,” she nevertheless answered.

“Good. And Dr. T’soni? Have you gone to see her yet?”

“I…” Shepard began, caught off by the question. “No…not yet.”

“I see. And what else brings you to me?” he asked.

“I need a seeker probe sample. Dr. Solus needs one to be able to synthesize a countermeasure before we can take the Collectors head-on. Do you have access to one?”

He stroked his chin. “I may be able to arrange that. But this is a considerable risk for me.”

“Can you do it?”

After several moments, the yahg nodded. “I can. Give me two days.”

She let out a sigh of relief. “Thank you.” She held his gaze before finally asking the anticipated question. “What is your price?”

“You make the offer, and I will tell you if it is sufficient or not.”

Shepard thought long and hard on this. She rubbed her legs together, feeling a stirring in her nethers. Despite their previous deal being over and done with, here she was again in the same situation. She was beginning to wonder if he had planned this and orchestrated her arrival at this outcome somehow. Either way, she oddly did not dread the prospect as much as she did last time.

Knowing she had to drive a hard bargain and that he held the cards in this scenario, she decided to let her actions speak for themselves. Her shaky hands went to her tanktop and tossed it aside. She reached around behind her and snapped off her sports bra, her full mammaries spilling out as she did. She had grown used to her larger bust as of late, and admittedly had even begun to appreciate the way it turned mens’ heads when she walked about Omega or the Citadel.

The Broker’s mandibles twitched with arousal, his four sets of beady eyes staring at her plump breasts and hardening pink nipples. She couldn’t help but inwardly chuckle. As much as the Broker was a formidable force with a wealth of influence in the galactic underworld, he was seemingly just as predictable as any other hot-blooded heterosexual male in this regard.

“This is a very good start, Shepard. What else do you offer?”

She gulped, the career soldier’s cheeks already flushed as she moved to slide her athletic shorts down her legs. Shepard had not worn panties this time - she did not know why. It was not as if she planned to be in this position again. Did she?

Now standing nude before the yahg once more, he rumbled in his throat as he drank in her natural figure, reminding her that the creature standing before her came from a rather savage hunter species from Parnack, even if one might forget that in their frequent dealings with the Shadow Broker.

“I do never tire of seeing it, Commander,” the Broker said, his eyes fixed on her tight pink orifice. “But surely you offer more than this, don’t you?”

She hesitantly nodded, pressing on. Shepard knew what was at stake without that seeker swarm countermeasure. The human soldier reached down two fingers, separating her pink folds with her pointer and middle finger, opening herself up. Employing the best dirty talk she could think of, she said, “I have an itch…down there. Can you fill it up with something to help me scratch it?”

He chuckled with amusement and obvious arousal, an erection already firming up in his black pants as he brought his chair around from behind his desk so that he was seated directly in front of her again like last time. “And what do you have in mind? The dildo again?”

The prospect of riding that yahg dildo again sent a thrill coursing through her body, her already-moist sex growing ever so slightly wetter. “I am thinking something different this time.” She looked down at his hand. “I noticed that a yahg’s fingers are…quite big.”

The Broker looked down at one of his own red hands, each with three fingers. “For you.”

Shepard let out a bemused laugh. “Yes…for me they are big.” She licked her lips. “Do you want to slip one of them inside me?”

“Hmm…perhaps. But that seems exclusively beneficial to you, Shepard. As enjoyable as your pleasured sounds can be to listen to, what else do I get out of this arrangement?”

She looked at the erection firming up in his pants. “I’ll give you a…handjob.”

He thrummed in his throat at that. “I accept.” He widened his stance in his chair, the bulky alien patting his knee.

Shepard blushed, finding the idea of sitting on his knee to be an embarrassing one. Still, given the size difference between them, she supposed that couldn’t be helped.

The naked redheaded human sauntered up to the Shadow Broker, giving the perverted alien a good close-up view of her whole body before she mounted his left knee, spinning around so that she was facing away from him.

“Comfortable, Shepard?”

“As much as I can be,” she replied. Truthfully, he had a solid exterior, so his knee was a far from comfortable one to sit on, but she kept that opinion to herself.

“Good.” She shivered when his hand slid up her back, touching her skin. His hand explored her body now that he finally had the opportunity to touch her. His thick red fingers went to her front and traced over her chest, circling her plump breasts. His pointer finger dabbed at her nipple, growling with delight when he found that it had grown hard already. “So strong…yet so fragile,” he murmured in his deep tone. “This body…” he began, his massive three-fingered hand clutching her taut stomach, “was worth more than anything the Collectors could’ve offered.”

Her heart was pounded in her chest like war drums. Between her legs, she could feel a hard mass pressing against her right ass cheek underneath the cloth of his black pants. “I thought you…brought me back to combat the Reapers?”

He chuckled deeply. “Did I?”

The Shadow Broker raised up his left pointer finger, extending it out in front of her face. He brushed the tip of it over her lips. Thankfully, the tip of his thick fingers were blunt. She was not keen on having a claw pushing up inside her.

“Open your mouth, Shepard. I’ll need my finger wet to get it inside you.”

Shepard gulped, opening her mouth.

“Good. Relax your throat.” Her eyes widened, but he was already pushing his thick red finger past her lips and into her mouth. Even just taking his finger into her mouth was a struggle - it was like fellating a human cock. But the real struggle came when he did not stop pushing his finger past the first couple inches. Preparing herself, she relaxed her throat muscles as much as she could and kept her gag reflex at bay as the tip of his finger pushed into her throat, making a small bulge in her neck as he did.

When he could go no deeper, he withdrew his finger, albeit not enough to extract it from her mouth completely. Like he was facefucking her with a cock, he waited until only the blunt tip of his thick red finger was removed from her lips before he pushed back in again, a bump emerging on her neck each time he bottomed out in her throat.

With his other hand, he gently massaged her neck with two fingers, feeling at the lump that was created there each time the pointer finger of his other hand pushed into her throat. “Remarkable gag control, Commander. Your skills continue to surprise me.”

“Mm,” Shepard moaned through the thick digit continuing to fill her mouth and throat. What was wrong with her? How was this humiliation actually arousing her? Sure enough, she was growing obscenely wet between her legs, her pussy practically drooling juices onto the Broker’s pants.

While the Broker’s left pointer finger continued to plunder her mouth, his other hand took hold of one of hers, bringing it down to the bulge in his pants. “Let us not forget my side of the bargain.” He brought her fingers down to his zipper. “Unzip me, and take it in your hand.”

Her fingers took hold of the zipper and drew it down even as she busied herself with taking his cock-sized finger pushing in and out of her throat wetly. The Broker’s red alien cock sprung out from his pants the moment the zipper came down, throbbing before her like a pointy, spiky pillar. He had not been lying; the real yahg cock the Shadow Broker was sporting was even bigger than the dildo. A good fourteen inches long, as thick as her wrist at least, and with a similar arrangement of thick ridges and a pointy head with a slight curve to it. The red cock was an admittedly impressive display of alien masculinity. And an intimidating one.

Not one to shy from a challenge, Shepard’s fingers wrapped around the cock. Unlike the dildo, it was naturally warm, almost hot to the touch even, pulsing and throbbing with his heartbeat. And though the dildo prepared her for this in terms of the abnormal shape and texture, she was not prepared for the warmth and the additional length and girth she was dealing with. Her fingers could not even fully wrap around it.

Managing as much as she could, Shepard began to stroke the Broker’s mammoth red cock. She heard a deep intake of breath from him as her hand firmly stroked his member. Deciding to test the waters a little, she focused specifically on the thick ridges lining his cock, wondering if they were particularly sensitive spot. He let out a deep moan, confirming her suspicions. As she rubbed and stroked his cock, she would occasionally caress those spots, as well as the sensitive underside of his cockhead, prompting more primal moans from him. Precum spurted out from the cockhead; the pre-seminal fluid even being thick and abundant from the looks of it. She suspected his proper orgasm was going to be a very messy one.

He popped his finger from her mouth, allowing her to suck in gasps of air. She saw that the red digit was coated in her saliva. As her hand continued working to stroke his cock, he lowered his spit-slick finger down between her legs, probing at her tight pink pussy. He pressed his finger, her labia opening up and her pussy accepting the red finger inside her.

“Oh f- fuck,” Shepard moaned as the mercifully blunt red finger penetrated her. It felt like she was getting filled with a normal-sized cock as his thick finger delved deep. Her oral efforts and natural arousal lubricated him and allowed him to press in on just the first gentle push with little in the way to hinder him.

He wasted no time, curling his finger and pushing it in and out of her juicy pink sex, finding her g-spot and pressing on it.

“How are you…?” Shepard asked with a gasp. His girthy red finger - the size of an above-average appendage on a human man - pushed in and out of her pussy without any pain or even discomfort, similarly to the dildo. Her hand continued stroking his cock, her efforts aided by the regular lather of precum that came bubbling up from the pointy red tip in dollops.

“I told you not to underestimate your body’s flexibility, Commander. You are able to accommodate…large insertions easier than you may have expected.”

Shepard was initially shocked at this revelation, though that might have been the sensations and pure lust addling her mind at the moment. Upon further reflection, it did not come as a surprise in the slightest. He had admitted already to modifying her body slightly - her plumper ass and tits were testament to that. He’d had two years to understand every part of her when she was being operated on in a lab. And given his fetish for her species, he probably knew the ins and outs of her biology better than she did

“You’re a bastard. You know that, right?” she winced, biting her lip with mounting pleasure as his thick finger squelched with each intake into her pussy. And even as she said the words, her hand was continuing to firmly, rapidly masturbate the Broker’s spiky red cock.

“Perhaps I am,” he deeply intoned into her ear.

Suddenly he yanked his finger out of her pussy with a growl. He lifted her athletic body up and seated her in his lap, her pussy pressing against the ridged red shaft of his cock. She tensed up for a moment, thinking he was about to penetrate her. Instead, he began humping his cock against her wet slit, the red shaft and all its ridges grinding against her pink cunt and mashing along her red strip of pubis as he kept her pressed up against it.

He was growling and grunting like a beast, all of his prior restraint now out the window as he humped and rubbed his thick red cock up against her to his completion. His ridges were raking over her sensitive love button each time his red girth stroked against her slit, bringing her to new heights of pleasure. She felt herself building toward a climax that his thick finger had prepared her for, but he beat her to it a moment later.

“Get on your knees!” he growled insistently.

Though she was frustrated to be deprived of her orgasm, the soldier in her compelled her to obey. She hopped down off his lap and fell to her knees in front of him, his face between his legs. The Shadow Broker jerked his red shaft in front of her face, his three-fingered fist a rapid blur as he pushed himself over the edge.

“Here it comes, Shepard! Arghh!” he snarled. The pointy tip of his cock twitching was her only warning before a thick spurt of yahg cum fired from the tip of his cock, streaking across her face and into her red hair. With each pump of his fist, another thick rope, and another, and another burst from his pointy red cocktip, completely dousing the human woman. Some of his cum even went into her open mouth. She was immediately overwhelmed by the heady, intoxicating taste of his seed on her taste buds, but even this was dwarfed by her shock at the sheer volume of hot seed belching from his cock and covering her face.

Shepard did not know how long his orgasm lasted, but by the time he was finished she felt like she had dove into a pool of yahg cum. He had basted her with his alien baby batter completely. Even as she licked her lips, she could taste the heady, oddly tender flavor every time she smacked her lips. And though she couldn’t see his robotic drone, she knew he was undoubtedly floating nearby, filming her degradation.

“I quite enjoy seeing you like this, Commander,” the Broker said, panting.

She glared up at him, incensed, wiping her cum-soaked face off with her hands. When at last the mask of yahg cum was peeled away and she could see again, she stood up onto her feet. “You know that nobody has ever done that to me before.”

“I know,” he replied nonchalantly, idly stroking his semi-flaccid red cock, his big chest rising and falling as he sat back in his chair.

Grimacing, she continued to wipe down her body. Her breasts and neck were also thoroughly covered in thick alien spunk. Upon wiping herself off, she noticed something rather peculiar. In the globs of semen coating her body, she saw tiny things wriggling around - barely imperceptible to the naked eye, but still very much there when she looked close enough, like tiny tadpoles.

“Is that…?”

“My sperm, yes.”

Her annoyance at being given the first yahg facial a human had ever been given in galactic history was replaced with surprise. “Why are they so big? Other males don’t have sperm you can actually see without a microscope.”

“Other males are not yahg, Shepard,” he said, arrogant pride in his voice.

She wiped off what was left of his sperm from her body. “I can see that,” she remarked with a grimace, still amazed at the odd biological discovery she’d just made.

The Broker sized her up, cocking his horned head at her. “I understand why you are so terse with me at the moment, Commander.”

She raised a brow at him, crossing her arms. “And why is that?”

“I obtained my release, and you didn’t.”

Shepard turned bright red, looking away. She could indeed still feel an ache in her nethers, coupled with frustration from the denied orgasm. But she maintained what little dignity she had not to show it. “I…I don’t need that. I’m not here for myself. This is a business deal, nothing more.”

“Naturally.” He pressed a command on his omni-tool and she heard a low mechanical tone being emitted behind her. Turning around, she saw a familiar yahg-shaped dildo there to greet her. The mess that she had made of it last time had since been cleaned up, and it now looked pristine and factory-new once more. She gulped, feeling the growing temptation ebb away at her resolve.

“If you need relief, Shepard…be my guest.”

She scowled at him, marching up to the Broker until she was within an inch of the hulking alien, shoving a finger in his face. He did not so much as blink or flinch from her sudden approach. “Look here…I am an Alliance soldier, and a damned discipled one at that! I can keep my fucking urges in check, clear?”

“Yes you are. But you also need to cum. I can see it written on your face, and dripping down your leg.”

Sure enough, she looked down as saw fresh juices of her arousal leaking down her inner thigh. Her bravado immediately deflated under such a candid and biological response, her lower lips clearly being the more honest of the two at the moment. “Shit,” she whispered under her breath.

“I think we’re past the point of senseless decorum, Commander. You’ve already ridden it once, and I filmed it for my own enjoyment. You may as well just do so again. Ride the dildo and make yourself cum, and then you may leave.”

Shepard didn’t have the willpower to resist anymore. Without even another glance in his direction, she walked over to the pedestal, took a deep breath and mounted it again, her legs on either side of it as it jutted up in front of her. She was about to reach for the button to dispense some cool blue lube from the tip, but the Broker activated it on his omni-tool first, a spurt of blue lubrication dripping out of the pointy gray tip of the dildo in response.

This time, the Broker’s drone seemed to be nowhere in sight. This relieved her somewhat as she was not keen on being filmed again. Having made peace with this and having put her own shame to rest, she positioned herself above the dildo’s spiky tip and sank herself down onto it with a long sigh and a wet squelching sound.

This time, she wasn’t going to hold back or go slow. She was already plenty wet from the Broker’s fingering, and she was desperate to orgasm after having had hers stolen away. Shepard’s athletic, toned body bounced at a breakneck pace atop the gray yahg dildo while the Broker sat in his chair and watched.

The famed soldier lost track of time and place as rubbery ridges and a thick silicone girth stole her breath away and touched every sensitive spot inside her pussy. She alternated her movements, sometimes humping up and down, sometimes stirring it around inside her, sometimes grinding the thick ridges of the dildo against her clit. All worked toward building her back up toward the sweet plateau she desperately needed to reach again.

“I’m…getting close…fuck!” Shepard moaned, humping the dildo at an even quicker pace, if that were even possible. Just when she was moments away from another climax, it was snatched away from her once again. The Broker’s big hands wrapped around her midsection, yanking her up and off the dildo with the wet sound akin to a lemon being sliced.

“Wha-?!” Shepard protested as her athletic naked body was held aloft, facing toward the Broker. But the vacancy made by the dildo escaping her was soon replaced by a similar thick, pointy cockhead. She looked down, her eyes widening when she saw the Shadow Broker’s red cockhead probing at her juicy wet pink slit, the fake yahg cock suddenly and swiftly replaced with a very real one.

“Let’s make a new offer, Commander,” he growled seductively down at her. “I give you that orgasm you are so desperately craving right now, and you continue to thank me for saving your life. Because that is your true purpose for coming here today, is it not? To thank me?”

Shepard shivered from the Broker’s salacious, taunting words. She knew that she should have the self-respect not to give in. She was the Hero of the Citadel and the Alliance, a proud soldier and a Specter, damn it. She was above whoring herself out to a dubious underworld figure like this yahg who held her in his grip.

And yet, it had been so long since she had gotten proper relief from somebody else. And perhaps the Shadow Broker did deserve to be thanked? Even if he resurrected her for purely selfish reasons, the ability to breathe, live, love and fight each and every day was a priceless privilege. One that she would not have if not for him.

Maybe she was too horny and couldn’t think straight as a result, but at that moment she could think of no good reason not to simply let the Broker impale her on his throbbing alien fuckstick.

She licked her lips, her face morphing into something altogether primal and hungry as she looked into eight beady yahg eyes only inches away from her. “Maybe I am here to thank you.” She shifted her hips back and forth, grinding her wet pink slit against his pointy red tip as much as she could in this position.

The Broker’s mandibles twitched with amusement. He looked down at their impending point of union. “Look at how wet you are for me, Shepard. Do you enjoy being in such a…vulnerable position?”

Shepard’s face was flushed as the yahg held her aloft, one plump asscheek in each hand, her legs spread lewdly upwards and open. His massive spiky red cock stood erect, twitching and dripping out globs of precum, waiting for the human Specter’s tight pussy to be skewered onto it.

She had reached her limit of how much teasing she could take. She clenched the Broker’s strong, burly body for purchase. “Are you just going to keep talking all day?” she challenged, her voice positively dripping with lust.

His hands gripped her thighs tightly and she heard him growl lustfully, like a beast. His pointy red cocktip pressed against her tight sex hole. “As you wish.”

The Broker let her body drop. It was a short drop, but it was enough. His pointy red cockhead pierced her cunt like an arrow striking true, plunging inside her soaking fuck hole in one smooth motion. He let out a throaty moan of pleasure, but Shepard’s response was one a bit louder. She let out a sharp, high-pitched squeal the moment the Broker’s inhuman fuckmeat filled her up. The dildo had prepared her somewhat for what she could expect from mating with a yahg, but the Broker’s cock was both thicker and longer, just as he had told her.

“Nothing…could’ve prepared me for how tight a human female could be,” he grunted. He only had the head and a couple more inches inside her, holding himself there. He gave an upward push and shoved another two inches inside her clenching pussy, taking her breath away. “More of my kind should come to their senses and leave Parnack. Females like you will give them all the incentive they need.”

Shepard heard him, but was not listening to what he was saying. Her tight silken sheath was gripping the massive red cock as he incrementally fed more and more of himself inside her. He spewed out burst of precum inside her, only lubricating her wet cunt even more to make way for his remaining girth. This was bliss the likes of which she had never felt before, his ridges touching every nerve inside her - even ones she didn’t know existed.

The orgasm he’d deprived her not one but twice came roaring back with a vengeance, and there was nothing stopping it this time. She was moaning out unintelligible words as he began rocking her body up and down the half of his cock that was currently sheathed inside her, getting a little bit deeper as he went.

“F- fuck…I can’t fucking h- hold it much longer,” she gasped, her spread-open legs shaking in the yahg’s grip as he used her like a cocksleeve.

The Broker likewise groaned as he felt her clench down around him, somehow sensing that she was only moments way from her release. “Whenever you are ready, Commander. And when you climax, I want you to moan. Do not hold back.” He whispered into her ear like the devil tempting her.

That was not a necessary request, given that she would probably have vocalized this orgasm whether he wanted her to or not.

“Oh fuck…I’m cumming…OH!” Shepard screamed and pounded herself up and down the thick yahg cock several more times before she had to yank herself up off his red mass entirely. He obliged her, lifting her up and off his cock, the many thick red inches and pointy tip pulling wetly free. The moment the thick red mammoth prick wetly popped out of her pink sex, a streak of clear fluid erupted from her cunt, dousing his thick torso and the surrounding floor. She reached two fingers down and raggedly frigged her cunt, sending volleys of clear ejaculate staining the floor of the Broker’s quarters.

The female soldier nearly felt dizzy from the intensity of her climax, the prior orgasm denial and the novelty of the interspecies fucking ensuring that it was one of the biggest of her life. She had obtained a squirting orgasm before - courtesy of a lot of foreplay as cunnilingus from Liara - but such an orgasm did not come easy for her. Several more streaks of clear fluid squirted out of her until she finally let out a choking gasp when her orgasm abated.

She panted and tried to regain her composure, forgetting where she was for several moments. Instead of expecting to wake up and find herself in her cabin on the Normandy, she looked down and saw that she was still held aloft several feet off the floor of the Broker’s ship. The Broker in question let out a chuckle from the display she had put on for him, signaling for his drone to film from a different angle now that the robotic servitor had undoubtedly filmed a good glimpse of her waterworks.

He settled back down into his chair, sitting her down atop him as he did. “What do you say to me about that, Commander Shepard?” he tauntingly asked, his deep voice practically vibrating in her ear. Down below, his massive fingers kneaded her curvy thighs like dough.

“T- thank you,” Shepard replied under her breath, the response little more than a whisper.

“What was that?” he repeated.

“Thank you!” she blurted out. “That what you want to hear, you bastard?! Thank you for bringing me back from the dead, for giving me the resources to fight the Collectors and Reapers, and thank you for…what you just did.” She blushed at the last admission.

He let out a pleased sound at that, one of his hands reaching up to gently squeeze one of her plump breasts while the other played with her pussy. “You’re welcome, Commander.”

Shepard could feel his still throbbing red cock rubbing up and down against her folds. She looked down and chewed her lip when she saw the pointy red tip enticingly probing at her pussy, seeking entrance once more. The pointy cockhead was an oddity for her, but the ridges were a game-changer, she reluctantly had to admit. Already she could feel herself dripping wet and her nethers tingling from the thought of those ridges rubbing her inner walls and rolling over her g-spot once more.

“Grab hold of it and put me inside you again. It’s my turn now.”

With a shaky hand, she reached down and took hold of his cock, once again marveling at how such a freakishly big member could fit inside her. She rubbed the pointy red tip up and down her sodden pussy lips before she settled him against her sex. She let out a sigh as the red spiky cockhead popped inside her, entering her astonishingly easy. He grunted with bliss, his hands wrapping around her toned midsection as he prepared to fuck her once again.

“I’ll not be holding back anymore,” his deep, elemental voice warned her.

He snarled and gave a shove upwards while tugging her comparatively insignificant weight downwards, impaling her on his shaft once again. Her blissful moans seemed to only egg him on as he punched his cock as deep inside her as it would go on the second thrust, his cockhead jabbing against her cervix, nearly knocking the wind out of her. He was tapping on her deepest place, and he still had not fit the entirety of his cock inside her. Her tight body should not have been able to accommodate him, but here she was, defying nature all the same.

“You’re a strong woman, commander. Resilient. You’re one of the very few human females who could survive intercourse with a yahg.” Ridge after thick red ridge of his absolutely gargantuan alien prick pushed its way inside her pussy each time he drew himself back before sliding back in. “And not only will you survive it, but you just might enjoy it.”

Shepard did not respond. Hell, she could barely even think as more and more of his thick girth was fed into her, the pointy tip tapping her cervix before he pulled himself out for the next punishing thrust. Her pussy accepted the alien intruder gladly, making room for the mammoth shaft submissively like her body was made for him. Each time another ridge pressed against the entrance to her pussy, it caught on her outer lips just for a moment before her pussy swallowed it up and took it inside, followed by the next ridge and the next. Looking down as his ridges slipped out of her, she could see that his red, inhuman shaft was thoroughly drenched in her juices.

Shepard was now panting as her body was rocked atop the Broker’s body, her pussy sliding up and down his immense red girth. Her body was being primed up for her second orgasm from a real yahg cock, the feeling of his nubs and ridges slipping in and out of her and rubbing her inner walls becoming too delicious of a sensation to resist for very long. It was becoming an addiction that was only worsening for her.

“Are you a xenophile, Commander? Do you enjoy having sex with other species?” he grumbled into her ear as he held both of her plump asscheeks in each heavy hand, raising and lowering her body up and down his cock like she was a sex toy.

Shepard slammed her eyes shut, letting out a soft moan as the ridged red cock was rubbing her g-spot on each plunge. “You s- should know. You have my d- dossier,” she joked.

“And I’ve read it at length,” he growled, holding himself deeply inside her until the pointy tip was pushing at her cervix, spreading it open slightly. He shifted his hips and stirred his girthy prick around inside her. “But I want to hear it from your lips.”

“Yes,” Shepard whimpered, slamming her eyes shut. She ran her fingers through her short red hair. She didn’t know how long she was doing it, but she was rocking herself up and down the yahg’s ridged pussy-pleaser of his own accord now, meeting him thrust for thrust. Their interspecies mating was now a shared endeavor. “I love fucking aliens, for fuck’s sake.”

“I know you do,” she growled, wrapping a three-fingered hand around her body, almost being able to grip her torso one-handed. “From now on, you won’t be lacking what your body needs. You’ll be returning to Hagalaz after every mission from now on to thank me.” He punctuated this declaration with a forceful upward thrust, slipping multiple ridges inside her at once and leaving her gasping.

“Mmm…y- yes,” Shepard crooned, her whole body glistening with sweat. His thrusts were getting more rapid, more intense, and she knew he was getting close. If the facial he gave her earlier was anything to go by, she knew she was not prepared for what a creampie from a yahg would be like.

“Get ready, Shepard. I won’t be pulling out.” His ragged breathing told her that he was seconds away from popping off.

She nodded her head, gasping for breath and her red hair becoming unkempt each time his cock pushed inside her and dilated her cervix with its pointy red tip. He kept up that pressure at the end of each stroke, the stretching sensation nearly uncomfortable but somehow not the agony she would’ve expected. Whether it was because he had modified her body somehow or because she was somehow a xenophilic slut whose body was just built for brutish alien fucking, she could not say. Either way, she knew that she was going to orgasm any second whether he drilled his way into her womb or not.

“Arggghh!” the Shadow Broker announced his orgasm with a bestial growl, pushing as deep inside her as he could. In doing so, his ridges rubbed her g-spot and the thickest ridge at the base of his cock rubbed her clit, triggering her own orgasm that left her moaning with delight. Deep inside her, his insistence finally paid off and his red cockhead managed to finally penetrate past the tight opening of her cervix, having dilated it just enough to fit the suitably pointy tip inside.

Shepard felt the Shadow Broker’s cock thicken inside her, pulsing in rapid succession before a thick, frothy gush of liquid heat spurted inside her womb. Another followed, and another, and another. She half expected to look down and see her belly rounding from the sheer volume of seed being ejaculated inside her womb at point blank range. Instead, her unprepared human womb - incapable of handling the full load of a yahg male’s balls - was filled to the brim in short order and the rest of his cum came spilling past the tight seal of their connected sex organs.

His thick cum came spilling out of her pussy, down her naked toned legs, staining his black pants and leaking down his chair and onto the floor beneath them. But the mess was of no consequence to either of them. Thick ropes of yahg seed thoroughly drenched her pussy, coating her inner walls, filling her womb to the point of feeling like she was pregnant with his spawn. Having seen the oddity of his large sperm up close, she was intoxicated with the knowledge that her womb was currently full of those unusually large but still tiny tadpoles swimming around inside her. Given how bloated and full of his warm yahg baby batter she was, she would’ve certainly been impregnated had she been a female from Parnack.

When the Broker’s orgasm finally subsided along with hers, Shepard found that she could barely move her muscles, her heartbeat dwarfed by the deep thumping beat of his own as she rested up against his burly armored body. She reached a finger down, dabbing at her sex. Her pussy had almost surely been widened significantly by the mating for the time being, and she could feel her tender sex still tightly stretched around his spiky red girth resting inside her. She put her own hand to her lower belly, shivering from the realization of just how much of the Shadow Broker’s alien seed was deposited within.

Despite all of her trials and tribulations in her life as the galaxy’s signature hero, she found she could not move at the moment. Nor did she have any desire to. Thankfully, the Shadow Broker deeply sighed, standing up onto his feet and carrying her with him, still impaled on his cock. To her astonishment, he had not softened even after the intensity of his climax and subsequent ejaculation.

“Drone,” the Broker said as he carried Shepard’s tired body in his arms. “Cancel all appointments, postpone are status reports and ensure that I am not disturbed for the next several hours.

“Wha-? What’re we…?” Shepard tiredly murmured with confusion when she came to and realized that the Shadow Broker was carrying her.

“Let’s drop the pretense, Commander. You’re addicted to xenophilic sex, and I intend to give you what you need all night long until your body is sated. Yahg males cannot impregnate human females, regretfully. But that will not stop me from taking you to my bed, fucking you, and bloating your womb with my seed.”

She was carried up the stairs past his desk and into his bedroom. He yanked her off of his throbbing hard red prick for just a moment, making her gasp from the odd sensation of being so packed full of his titanic manhood only to have it escape her so suddenly. The hulking brute did not so much drop her, but tossed her onto his bed, and before she even had time to protest, he was upon her again.

Shepard found herself looking up at the Shadow Broker as he took hold of her ankles, spreading her pale legs wide open and settling his bulky armored body between them. Her legs now atop his shoulders, he looked at her for only a brief moment before he pushed himself deep inside her fuck hole. He groaned with primal delight at filling the human woman who was indebted to him, delighting in her tightness. Even as she had been loosened up from the previous mating, she still gripped him in a way that few other females of other species could.

She held on for dear life, but her moans soon grew into a vocal chorus of barely-restrained ecstacy in the heart of the Shadow Broker’s lair when he began pounding her into the bed. Her legs bounced atop his shoulders, his body utterly dwarfing and obscuring hers to anyone who may have entered the room and looked in the direction of his bed. He fucked her in every position, but never reduced his intense pace.

Now that he had her, the lust that had been boiling just beneath the surface of his cool, hard, business-like exterior since the moment he brought her back to life now came spilling out of him. He held nothing back. He had a lot of time to make up for now that he no longer had to bide his time and be patient. And he made ample use of that time throughout the night, savagely mating the famous Commander Shepard. All the while, his dutiful little drone filmed the whole thing.

By the time the drone finished recording his footage, Shepard was facing toward the drone on her hands and knees atop the bed with her eyes squeezed shut, her body shuddering in the throes of yet another orgasm. She’d lost count of how many she’d had up to that point. The Broker followed her soon after, slamming himself inside her as his grapefruit-sized gonads pulsed and jumped against her plump ass, the cum rushing up his thick red fuckstick and being delivered and thick, sticky ropes directly into her womb once more.

As she was thoroughly inseminated for the final time that night and the sweat-drenched human woman finally collapsed and dozed off alongside her gargantuan benefactor, the drone finished its work. As ordered by the Shadow Broker, the drone compiled the footage taken that day, packed it, and prepared to send it as instructed.

The Shadow Broker looked up at the drone. As he stroked a large hand along the naked human woman’s naked, sweaty back as she slept, he looked up at the drone.

“Is it done?”

“Correct, Shadow Broker. Message sent.”

“Good. Leave us.”

The drone sped off as the doors closed behind it. The Shadow Broker’s mandibles twitched with a deep satisfaction and amusement. On Illium, Dr. Liara T’soni was soon going to receive quite the surprise gift the next time she checked her messages on her private terminal.