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Balak grunted as he drunkenly stumbled into his cramped apartment. Even after two years, the disgruntled batarian still drank his anger away after his terrorist plot was foiled by the infamous Commander Shepard.

"Bah!" Balak spat at the mere thought of that damned human, nearly tripping over one of the many scattered, empty beer bottles that littered his grimy floor.

Since his defeat and humiliation at the hands of the human spectre, Balak had moved to Omega, a space station deep in the heart of the terminus systems. It was a cesspool of crime, sex, and drugs, ruled by an asari with a god(dess) complex. So, in other words, Balak felt right at home.

Flipping on his vid screen, Balak was met with static. Balak growled at the screen. Another thing, broken, and it was all Shepard's fault.

Balak still felt pissed about Terra Nova. Being beaten by human scum was not good for his resume. He was superior to those two-eyed primates! One batarian warrior was worth ten, no, twenty Alliance marines!

Batarians were stronger, more handsome, more virile, more endowed....

This was fact! All young batarian boys were taught of their superiority to the rest of galaxy!

Balak slumped down on his rotting couch before angrily tossing his bottle away. He would soon regret that, having forgotten that the bottle was still half-full. The bottle smashed against the far wall, red liquid spattering down to the floor, staining the wall like blood.

Blood he wished was Shepard's. The human bastard went off and died before Balak even got the chance to get revenge!

"Fucking human scum!" Balak cursed as he wretched open a nearby cupboard, pulling out his stash of batarian ale, popping it open, taking a swig of the raw drink. As he turned back to his vid screen, he glanced back at the cupboard curiously.

' That door is usually locked. Hmph, must have forgotten to lock it last time.'

Balak looked back at his vid-screen, staring into the static.

The batarian sighed, letting his drunkenness take over, melting into the seat. He felt tired, a numbness coming over him. Maybe the static will put him to sleep....

Suddenly, the static vanished, the image slowly coming into focus.

Balak was met with surprise at the people on his vid-screen. There were two people, both of which Balak recognized.

The first individual was the infamous human spectre, Commander John Shepard. The cocky bastard looked smug as hell, a shit-eating grin plastered on his face as he stared at Balak through the screen.

' What! But he's supposed to be...'

The fact that he was staring at a supposedly dead man, was only the third most surprising thing happening on the screen.

The second most surprising thing was that Shepard was naked.

The most surprising thing on the screen was the second individual, Balak's equally naked wife.

Sil, the batarian women he married and left back on Kar'Shan, was on her knees, kneeling in front of Shepard, the human's cock enveloped in her soft lips. Balak could hear Sil humming pleasantly as her head bobbed on the human's shaft.

Rage surged within the batarian. He tried to get up to shut off the vid-screen only to find that he couldn't move. His arms and legs wouldn't budge. Balak's drink slipped from his hands and spilled onto the floor. All Balak could do was sit and watch as his wife hungrily sucked upon the humans engorged member.

Through his rage, Balak recognized the room they were in. It was their bedroom.

' HE'S IN MY FUCKING HOUSE!'

To Balak's great relief, his wife stopped her ministrations, letting the human drop from her lips, getting back on her feat. Shepard gave her a quick kiss on the forehead before turning to face Balak through the screen.

"Hey, Shitface!"

The cocky human's voice grated Balak's ears, enraging him to no end.

"I'm going to be completely honest here, by the time you're watching this, Sil and I would've fucked more than you two ever did in your entire disaster of a marriage. I still have no idea how the hell you were able to get someone as sexy as Sil here." Shepard continued, as he wrapping an arm around Sil's waist, pulling her close to him. The batarian female giggled like a teenaged school girl.

It made Balak sick.

"Sil, say hello to shitface." Shepard ordered. Sil complied, playfully waving at Balak through the screen, smiling sweetly.

' YOU FUCKING WHORE!'

"Being friends with the Shadow Broker can lead to some... interesting discoveries. When I found out you had a wife, I couldn't believe it. I told myself, _ 'John, you got to find this girl. You have got to see who'd be vile enough to marry that four-eyed fuck' _!"

Sil gave John a confused look. John simply smiled back, letting his hand cup the curve of her bare ass. Sil squeaked in surprise.

"Of course, when I finally met Sil, you know, after sneaking onto Kar'Shan, I realized she is an amazing woman. A beautiful girl, duped into thinking that you're not completely worthless."

Sil smiled at her human lover, leaning in to kiss his neck, running her tongue over his bare skin.

"It turns out, that Sil and I have a lot in common!"

Shepard dipped his head down, catching Sil's lips in a deep kiss, his tongue quickly, and quite visibly, gaining entrance into the woman's mouth. Sil moaned happily, delicately placing one hand on the back of Shepard's head, gently pushing them together.

Balak wanted to look away, but his body wouldn't respond. Only an angry grunt left his throat.

Shepard ended the kiss, whispering something into Sil's ear. The batarian woman giggled and practically skipped to back to the bed. Shepard turned his gaze to Balak.

"For example, we both hate your guts. I hate you because you're a racist psychopath who tried to destroy a planet. Sil hate's you for the same reasons, but also because you left her here to go off slaving."

"That brings me to another thing: You're a fucking idiot! How the _ hell _ do you leave a woman like Sil behind! I mean, Jesus _ Christ , you've got an incredibly sexy wife waiting for you back here, and you pass he up for_ _ SLAVING!"_

Balak growled at the screen, still unable to move.

"But you don't need to worry, Shitface. I'm going to take care of your wife and her needs, more than you ever could. Sil told me about your... ' _Performance issues_'."

Balak wanted to scream.

"I had a friend of mine create a paralysis serum. He's a salarian, a good man. Anyway, the serum is tasteless, odorless, and virtually undetectable. I'm going to assume you've already gulped down a considerable portion of your 'hidden' batarian ale."

"I didn't posion you, if that's what you're thinking. Just don't expect to be going anywhere for a few hours. You've got quite a show to watch after all..."

Shepard turned from the screen, heading back towards the bed, where Sil awaited him. Balak could only sit and watch as the human he hated went to work on his wife.

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Shepard's face was buried in between Sil's outstretched legs. By the noised the batarian woman was making, John was licking like a champion.

Sil moaned as the human man's golden tongue ran across her velvet nether lips.

John managed a smile, despite his tongue for out of his mouth, probing the woman's wet core. She had a musky flavor, but definitely feminine. The liquid heat flowed into John's mouth, the marine eagerly lapping it up.

Sil writhed on the bed, moaning, convulsing underneath the skilled human. If not for John's solid hold on her hips, she would've fell off the bed.

The batarian female vocalized her pleasure, often in her own, native tongue. John always thought the batarians had an ugly language, but, then again, he never met any batarian females. The noises Sil made were, in John's opinion, quite beautiful. The sounds women made mid-orgasm were noises that John cherished.

Sil came with a wail, gripping the bed sheets, almost tearing the thin fabric. Her thighs wrapped around John's head, keeping him locked to her. Her juices flowed freely from her hot nexus, coating John's face.

As Sil relaxed, coming down from her climax, John lapped up the remaining juices, savoring her flavor, her scent. So different from the taste of a turian, or an asari, or a quarian, or even a drell. But it was so undeniably female.

John loved it.

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Balak seethed. Sil never made those noises from him!

He tried to shut his eyes, but the paralysis serum affected all muscles. All he could do was sit and watch as the disgusting human violated his wife.

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Shepard was now sitting on the edge of the bed, Sil back on her knees, in front of him.

Sil moaned as she bobbed her head, the human's cock disappearing between her lips only to reappear a moment later.

The marine grunted in approval as Sil lavished him with her tongue, stroking the throbbing shaft with her wet, oral muscle, occasionally taking one of his balls into her mouth, sucking on it.

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Balak was ready to explode. Sil never showed that much enthusiasm with him!

The terrorist also felt a pang of jealousy. Whether Balak like it or not, the human dwarfed him, in both size and "size". Shepard had bigger muscles, better muscle tone, bigger....

Ever since Terra Nova, Balak had let himself get out of shape.

Soon, John came, roaring as Sil took him in her mouth, swallowing his gift, before pulling back and letting the rest spurt onto her face and chest.

Balak could see his wife eagerly gather up the milky-white substance on her fingers, licking them clean, as if they were a delicacy.

Balak was losing steam. His anger was disapating. Now, he just wanted it to be over. When Balak saw the Commander's "weapon" spring back up, he knew that wouldn't be for a while.

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The pair was now tangled in the sheets, John looming over his conquest, rutting in between her legs, Sil's ankles crossed just above the marine's firm glutes.

Sil clawed at the human's back, screaming out in pleasure, cursing in her native tongue.

The whole bed shook as John's hips rose and fell, slapping against Sil's thighs. They were both drenched in sweat and other bodily fluids. They didn't care; all that mattered was each other.

Sil pulled John down for a deep, passionate kiss, their tongues swirling in each other's mouths. The batarian moaned into the kiss as John pumped into her like a piston, filling her completely each time he thrust into her moist depths, massaging her wet, inner walls.

It was like John's cock was wrapped in silk and velvet, lathered with warm oil.

Sil gripped him like a vise, her velvety walls caressing him his sensitive shaft, milking him for all he was worth.

To Sil, the whole world appeared to shake as John focused all his energy on one task, on woman. And that woman was her.

The neglected wife felt giddy at the thought of a handsome, exotic alien (and savior of the galaxy at that) making love to her in her very home. It drove her arousal to new heights.

John leaned down, capturing one of her budding nipples in his mouth, flicking it with his tongue.

That sent Sil over the edge. She came, clenching around him. John felt a trail of fire down his back as Sil's nails latched onto him, moaning a low sound that was music to John's ears.

The combination of Sil's vise-grip, her warm juices spilling over him, and the noises she made brought John over the edge with her.

With one final thrust, John emptied the contents of his balls into Sil's warm nexus, filling her womb with this seed.

Sil squealed and twitched as she felt the impact on her inner, sensitive walls, the warmth pooling inside her.

With a contented sigh, Sil lost consciousness.

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Balak wanted to die. He had never felt so utterly beaten before.

The screen showed Shepard pull out of his sleeping wife, still hard as ever. It was almost like a taunt, to show Balak what he could never be.

Shepard smiled and waved at him through the screen, still wearing that shit-eating grin. Balak snorted, the only response he could muster.

Balak sat for another hour, listening to Shepard go on and on about why he sucked, until Sil awoke from her orgasm-induced slumber. Without skipping a beat, the two went back to fucking like rabbits.

Balak found he still couldn't move. He was condemned to witness the violation of his wife all over again.

' Fuck my life.'

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