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Mass Effect. Armistice Day

Characters: John Shepard, Ashley Williams.

Location: “SSV Normandy.”

– Hey, Skipper. Care for a drink? It’s a special occasion.

Shepard tore himself away from the weapons list he was compiling for the ship’s adjutant and looked up wearily. Ashley Williams, an Alliance sergeant, an experienced soldier, the captain’s partner, and a captivating twenty-five-year-old woman, stood beside him, a tall glass of rich mahogany liquid in each hand. Automatically, the captain held out his hand, and one of the glasses was passed to him. It smelled of fine-aged rum.

– What’s the occasion? – Shepard asked, somewhat intrigued.

– Today is Armistice Day, the end of the First Contact War. It’s at all times celebrated in my family. Since I’m the only Williams on board, I wondered I’d invite you.

The Captain simply hummed.

– I’m hardly the most essential patriot on board.

A mischievous smile played on the girl’s lips.

– Maybe not. Maybe I just want to have a moment with you. Have you wondered about that?

The last time Shepard had shared a drink with Ashley, she had nearly lost herself to pure pleasure. The memory of their passionate encounter still lingered in his mind, along with the recent rendezvous with journalist Emily Wong. It had only been four days since they had indulged in their desires, and now, as they embarked on a mission to Feros with potential Geth threats, Shepard couldn’t help but be enticed by the idea of taking a break from his duties.

– Don’t tell me you haven’t heard about my family. My superiors at all times asked about it. Isn’t it in my personnel file?

Ashley took a seat on the edge of the armory table, took a sip from her glass, and sensually licked her lips, relishing in the taste of the exquisite beverage. Shepard couldn’t help but be captivated by those lips. Sensual, enticing lips that held a magnetic pull on his thoughts, arousing desires that burned deep within him. As his mind wandered to the pleasures those lips could bestow upon him, he couldn’t help but feel a growing tightness in his pants. He wasn’t embarrassed by his arousal, instead, he relished in the primal passion that consumed him. However, Ashley’s reaction took him by surprise.

– Does military talk excite you so much, Skipper? – Ashley asked, her words interrupting his fantasies. He had expected her to be flustered or perhaps shy away, but Williams appeared to be amused by the situation. Whether it was the rum or her audacity, Shepard couldn’t be certain. Nevertheless, he decided to seize control of the moment — he didn’t want the sergeant to underestimate his ability to match her audacity.

– Your mouth turns me on, Williams. No matter what words flow from it.

Her eyes widened in surprise — she hadn’t anticipated such an explicit revelation from the captain. Yet, there was no trace of negativity on her face. She simply took another sip of rum and giggled. The alcohol seemed to be getting to her as well.

– Quite a display of insubordination, Captain, don’t you think?

“It does give off that impression,” Shepard wondered, though he couldn’t deny her observation. Relationships between Alliance personnel were forbidden, and even the commander couldn’t bypass military regulations. There was a need to rectify the situation and make sure Sergeant Williams understood the boundaries of their roles.

Without hesitation, Shepard firmly grasped Ashley’s free hand and skillfully positioned it over his hardened length. To his surprise, instead of resistance or shock, Ashley burst into laughter.

– Captain, this is absurd. We’re in the hold, surrounded by people.

Wrex stood a few meters away, his back turned, and the adjutant responsible for supplies had a few men with him. Shepard knew that nothing serious would occur, he simply wanted to wipe the smug grin off Williams’ face.

– So? Does that bother you, Williams? Does it embarrass you like a helpless child?

– You cannot get me out of your mind, Captain, – the girl retorted, shaking her head before downing the rest of her rum. Shepard placed his own glass on the table, untouched.

– It’s not about bothering you. It’s simply because you invoked this…

With a swift flick of his wrist, his trousers slid down to his knees, revealing his half-erect member. The captain’s impressive length strained against his briefs, and even in its semi-erect state, it held a captivating aura.

Ashley’s eyes widened in amazement as they dropped down to gaze at his throbbing arousal.

– What the hell is this? – Ashley blurted out, unable to contain her surprise. She began to stroke Shepard’s cock gently, her hand struggling to accommodate his impressive girth.

– Do you see what you’re doing? – Shepard managed to say, his breath hitching. – How can you do this to a superior officer?

Instead of anger or rage, Shepard was met with a familiar lustful fire in Ashley’s eyes, mirroring the same passion he had seen in journalist Emily Wong’s eyes merely days ago. It signaled the shattering of an invisible barrier, built upon regulations, rules, and decency that Ashley momentarily ignored. She dropped to her knees, swiftly placing the empty glass on the floor. Meeting the captain’s gaze, she smirked and enveloped his pulsating cock with her full, plump lips.

– Holy shit, Captain…

Shepard had expected it to be memorable, but the intensity of Ashley’s enthusiasm caught him off guard. Breaking through that moral barrier, she vowed not to waste a second of the limited time they had to indulge in the pleasure of his impressive member. Her lips glided up and down his shaft, adeptly slicking his cock with her saliva. It cascaded down onto Shepard’s balls, which Ashley cupped in her hands. With each tantalizing movement of her head, more and more of his cock disappeared behind her tantalizing lips…

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