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A Mutually Beneficial Partnership Part 2 (Excerpt - Multitasking)
🕑 Added 2025-02-19 03:57:52 +0000 UTCA couple weeks later, the Shadow Broker found himself at his desk, turned toward his wall of datafeeds. A datapad was in his hand while he listened to a report from one of his operatives.
“My asset is making progress on the Collector front, Operative Jenora. The Horizon colony was spared a complete kidnapping, and my asset is close to being able to traverse the Omega 4 relay,” the Broker said, his true voice being synthesized and disguised back to the operative.
“Be that as it may, there is no guarantee that the Collectors will not retaliate against our operations. Already there have been sightings,” Operative Jenora replied.
“There - ugh! - never is a guarantee, Operative Jenora.”
“Are you well, Shadow Broker?”
The Broker looked down between his legs, where Commander Shepard - his “asset” in question - was currently fellating his cock, her steely aquamarine eyes gazing lustfully up at him as she did. Her hand, so deft at handling all manner of weaponry, was currently stroking his thick red cock, her fingers tracing over each of his sensitive ridges. Her lips were wrapped around the pointy arrow-shaped head of his cock, suckling passionately on it as her red hair bobbed and weaved with her movements.
“Nothing to worry about, Operative.” The Shadow Broker’s three-fingered hand clasped the back of Shepard’s head, pushing her deeper onto his cock. Shepard’s eyes widened and she sputtered and gagged around the added red mass filling her mouth. She could not stretch her oral cavity wide enough to even hope to take the entire thing. Only the tip a few couple subsequent, girthy inches of ridged yahg cock. Shepard was an extraordinary woman, and her efforts thus far had pleased him immensely, but there was only so much that even her body could feasibly handle when it came to yahg anatomy.
When he noticed her eyes starting to water, he mercifully loosened his grip on the back of her head. She drew her mouth back, his red pointy cockhead popping from her lips while she gasped for air. Catching her breath, she looked up at him past his throbbing spiky red pillar with an expression of annoyance. Neverthless, her brief irritation from being made to choke on his gargantuan penis was dwarfed by her own lust. She reached up stroked his red cock, lathering it up with her abundance of spit, the barest hint of an excited smile tugging at the corner of her mouth.
Her moments of defiance and her fiery personality only made the Shadow Broker want her even more than he already did. When he first signed off on the laborious undertaking of saving her life and resurrecting her, he had wanted the real Shepard, just as the Illusive Man did. And now that their partnership had progressed into the risque like he’d hoped it would, he also wanted her for her. The prospect of a mindless slut that merely looked like Shepard had never appealed to him.
“Shadow Broker?” Operative Jenora asked over the comm, the long lapse in response from him seeming to hang in the air.
Shadow Broker intoned a rumble of pleasure as Shepard returned to licking and lapping at the pointy tip and the particularly sensitive ridge beneath the cockhead. Idly placing a hand on the back of the beautiful redheaded soldier’s bobbing head, he pressed a finger to the comm.
“Apologies, Operative Jenora. Give me a report on our other holdings.”
Jenora rambled off her report on his other assets, and he did his best to listen. He removed his finger from the comm so that he was no longer transmitting. Given how loud the slurping and sucking sounds were becoming from his Specter companion, he didn’t want to risk any of those sounds slipping through to Jenora.
Out of the corner of one of his many eyes, he saw Shepard’s lips turn up into a small smirk around his cocktip as her efforts briefly threw him off his stride. This had become a recent occurence between them; whenever she was on Hagalaz to meet with him, she would service him while he conducted his work, often trying her very best to embarass him during calls with his operatives. He was usually quite composed, but even he had to admit that she had nearly bested him a few times.
His breathing grew more ragged as she felt the wonderful sensation of Shepard’s tongue swirling around his sensitive pointy tip. This alone made it difficult for him to maintain his focus on the report that Operative Jenora was listing off for him, but he nearly crumbled and broke when Shepard added her plush breasts to the mix. Shuffling on her knees a hair closer to him, she squeezed his long, spiky cock between her breasts, pressing them together while her lips and tongue kept working his cockhead. She raised and lowered her chest up and down, pleasuring as much of his girthy fuckstick as she could from head to base.
It took all his willpower not to buck his hips and thrust upward into her mouth too hard as a result of her efforts. She was making it increasingly difficult to resist such an urge, however, as he felt her soft human breasts squeezing pleasantly around his ridged girth while her tongue flicked, licked, lapped and sucked at his sensitive tip. He wondered if anyone else on the Normandy, or the galaxy at large other than Dr. T’soni, was privy to what a sex goddess humanity’s most famed soldier really was in private.
“...while a dozen more more agents have been deployed to the Attican Traverse, as requested,” Jenora said, concluding her report.
Shadow Broker keyed the comm. “Ugh…” he paused to grunt his pleasure from Shepard’s lips sucking hard on his pointy red head at the precise moment that he was about to respond to his operative again. “Very good, Operative. That will be a- all. Update me on your status in five lunar rotations. D- dismissed.”
He could not end the call quick enough. Though he prided himself on cold, hard professionalism, she certainly didn’t make it easy for him to maintain that of late. Then again, he had only himself to blame for unleashing this succubus upon him. Not that the yahg had any regrets.
He finally relaxed back into his large chair with a long sigh. She extracted his pointy cockhead from her mouth for a moment, chuckling.
“Took you long enough,” Shepard quipped, planting kisses all along his ridged red shaft as she did.
