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For all the things that he'd been through, all the situations the he, personally, had to un-fuck, John never expected any of this.

Commander John Shepard was unique, a rare breed of soldier. He belonged to no specific world, born in the vast expanse of space, delivered on Arcturus Station. He was a military brat, born to Hannah and Alan Shepard, practically wearing the Alliance blues as he left his mother's womb.

Commander Shepard was, in few word, a hero. A true hero. His actions as both a leader and a soldier cemented this reputation.

He was the "Lion of Elysium" to the citizens of the highly populated, Alliance colony.

A protector to the people of Eden Prime.

A liberator to the colony of Zhu's Hope.

A savior to the Rachni species.

And the spectre who saved the Citadel to the rest of galaxy.

He was humanity's golden boy, the shining example of what all humans should aspire to.

Incorruptible.

Or so he believed...

No matter his actions, Shepard was still only human. A human who carried the weight and responsibility of protecting the galaxy on his shoulders. Just as anyone else would in a similar situation, he became strained, the stress eventually getting to him.

Fortunately, John had a safety net.

Tali'Zorah.

His loyal engineer.

His angel.

The young, bubbly quarian was always there for him when things became too much to handle. Always there to remind him what he was fighting for. She was there for him after Virmire, she was there when they had grounded the Normandy, and she was there when he came back...

It was like something out of the vids: a handsome, heroic commander rescuing a young woman from the clutches of evil just in the nick of time, assuming responsibility for her safety, and whisking her away on an adventure to save the galaxy!

It was a wonder to all close to them why they were not a couple, even after all this time. They practically were a couple, in fact. It was all but official, now, what with the way the two would gaze at each other when the one wasn't looking, how their posture changed when one entered the room.

Maybe it was because of John's adherence to military protocol, following the regs. Or maybe it was because of Tali's selfless ways, not wanting to tie her beloved down in a relationship that would lack physical contact that she felt he greatly deserved.

Or maybe it was because they were afraid of the social backlash of entering a interspecies relationship.

Whatever the reason, both John and Tali were officially single.

Everyone just sat back and fumed at the two, watching them be too cautious to act on their feelings.

And then Jack came along.

Recruited for a suicide mission from a prison station, Jack was... everything John wasn't. Loud, violent, selfish, and often times cruel. Although, recently, John made sure the recipients of Jack's cruelty were people who definitely deserved it. Jack stood for everything John sought to erase from the galaxy, and yet, he couldn't bring himself to hate her.

If Tali was an angel, then Jack was a siren.

At first glance, most would be put off by Jack's appearance. Thin, pale, bald, and covered with many, many intricate tattoos. And scars.

The tattoos came from time spent with gangs, cults, and other less reputable figures. The scars... well...

Jack was an experiment, both a success and a failure, depending on your point of view. Taken from her mother when she was a newborn and turned into a hate-filled killer.

But John saw past that, past her hate and her violence. For all her scars and tattoos, Jack was still a beauty.

All that fighting to stay alive had done wonders for Jack's body. As honest and heroic as John was, he couldn't help but let his eyes roam, from Jack's small but perky breasts, to her full, cherry-red lips. Her stomach was flat as can be, toned to near perfection and her cute, little ass swayed hypnotically with each step she took (though John was certain she did that on purpose).

Her low, sultry voice slid into John's ears, practically singing to him about how much he could do if he just let loose, how he deserved so much more, how he could have so much more. It was all there, all the spoils and luxuries, just waiting for him to reach out and claim it as his own.

John would never admit it, but Jack was everything John wished he could do, all the self gratification he could indulge himself in, all the shortcuts he wished he could take but shunned in favor of his "highroad".

Maybe those were the reasons why John currently had Jack bent over a supply crate down in her hold, his naked hips slapping against her bare ass as he drove his hardened cock into her tight, moist depths.

"Harder!" Jack gasped as John filled her repeatedly, driving himself into her like an enraged bull. John grunted, obliging the petite woman, his fingers digging into her hips as he picked up the pace.

The lithe temptress had lured John down into her hold, telling him she wanted to talk. It was a lie of course, she was simply bored and wanted a fun way to dispose of said boredom.

John silently cursed himself for not noticing the signs. He should have seen Jack's intentions a mile away. He should've noticed how her voice was a little lower than usual, how lust was bubbling beneath the surface of every word. He should have noticed the extra sway to her hips as she lead him down those stairs, how her pants hung just a little lower on her curvy hips.

Or perhaps he did notice, but simply didn't care, and John let her seduce him. Perhaps he allowed lust's infectious tendrils to take a hold of his mind.

At the moment, however, it did not matter all that much to either of them. Their minds were elsewhere, probably thinking about how hot and wet Jack's cunt was or how John's cock filled her completely as he pounded into her slick nethers.

A part of John was both surprised and impressed. Jack was a small woman, petite to the point where many didn't consider her a threat, though John knew the truth. John was a large man to begin with, and when compared with Jack, he towered over the tattooed convict. Yet, she was able to take him in his entirety, able to completely envelope the Commander's member in her velvety folds.

Another part of John, deep inside his mind, wondered if Tali would feel similar. His quarian was taller than Jack, though not by much, and quarians in general were of slighter build than humans, being thinner in the arms, legs and torso.

But it was a fleeting though, quickly overshadowed by Jack. John's attention was back on the tattooed temptress writhing below him.

"Fuck!" Jack hissed as John hit particularly deep, "Almost...!"

Her voice trailed off into a stream of curses as John ripped an orgasm from her lithe body, the petite woman shuddering as pleasure pulsed through her nerves. Her inner walls clenched tightly around John, gripping him like a vise and making him groan in approval. Jack sighed in content as she felt the euphoria of sweet release, her body going slack against the crate.

John remained within Jack, allowing her warm juices to flow down, coating his cock and dripping onto the floor. The marine grunted in slight annoyance. He had yet to find his own release.

Jack looked back, smirking at John with a dreamy look on her face. Despite the amusing expression, Jack had a certain look in her eye, a look John knew meant trouble.

"What's the matter, big boy? Couldn't pop your thermal clip?" It was an almost taunting tone.

John frowned at the woman and pulled out of her, his still-hard organ slick with a fresh coat of Jack's fluids. He turned to put his clothing back on but Jack stopped him, getting up off the crate and reaching back and wrapping her dainty fingers around his throbbing cock.

"Aw, I can't be the only one having fun here, boy scout..." She made sure she had John's attention before she removed her hand from him and began rubbing at her second opening. Her small fingers prodded at her puckered hole, begging for entrance. Soon, her middle finger pushed in, working its way past the tight ring of muscles and into her forbidden depths.

John's cock twitched at the glorious sight while John himself groaned in arousal.

Jack hissed as she added a second digit, probing herself and stretching her ass in preparation for John. As much as she like it rough, she was not an idiot. Even with John slicked up with Jack's generous contribution, she still needed to get ready. After a few moments of this, the nerves down there felt ablaze in just the right way and Jack pulled out, only for John to press the tip of his cock against the loosened hole.

Jack reached back with her other hand, holding John back slightly, while the hand she fucked herself with went up to John's face. She pressed the fingers against his lips.

"Suck." It was a command that Jack was surprised John followed almost immediately.

Her fingers disappeared between John's lips, and she felt his warm tongue glide over her digits, tasting what so many wouldn't. Jack smiled, a bit proud of how far down she brought the Alliance's golden boy.

John didn't have a reason as to why he was doing this. Maybe he was tired of being squeaky clean. Maybe he wanted to get a bit dirty.

Jack pulled her fingers from John's mouth, spreading her cheeks as she bent over the crate once more. She ground her ass into his cock, drawing a low moan from the Commander.

"Now fuck me in the ass, boy scout!"

John didn't need to be told twice. He pushed, slowly at first, and his member's swollen head worked its way in. Jack was cursing loudly, slamming her fist on the side of the crate as John pushed deeper, but the noise was drowned out by the hum of the engines.

John continued to push into Jack's ass, slowly but surely, breaking the resistance inch by inch. Soon, he was completely inside her, with his hips flush against her own.

It wasn't like her cunt, not as wet, but it was definitely hotter and maddeningly tight.

"Fuck!" Jack whimpered, her voice cracking a bit. She thrust her hips back against John's, urging him to get to work. John obliged, pulling out a bit before thrusting back in.

"God, your so fucking tight!" John rasped. It was true, her ass simply refused to relinquish his cock from it's tight grip, never letting him go completely when he pulled back and seemingly taking him deeper each time her thrust back in.

John wondered what everyone would think. The paragon of humanity, fucking a tattooed convict up her ass in the dark bowels of a Cerberus vessel. His mom would probably faint. His dad would fake being angry before congratulating him in private. Garrus would probably do the same. Miranda certainly wouldn't approve, same as Jacob, Thane, and Samara. Grunt wouldn't care. And Tali...

Tali...

John tried to push the thoughts of his quarian from his mind but to no avail.

John grew angry, his grip on Jack's hips becoming tighter, almost painful to her. His thrusts quickened, pumping his cock into the convict's ass like a piston. His hips slapped against hers loudly, almost in sync with Jack's moans and squeals.

She was enjoying this. Enjoying corrupting him.

It made John angrier.

It was all her fault.

John heard a small cackle come from Jack, he could just hear the smile on her face.

Punish her.

John held nothing back. He pounded into Jack's ass, thrusting deep and hard into her tight rectum, making her cry out, him not knowing whether it was pain or pleasure. He gripped her hips, his nails digging into her skin and used his arms to pump her onto him as well as his thrusts. The crate was shaking, Jack's whole body trembling.

John was close now, the pressure building up inside him was about to...

" Tali!", The Commander bellowed loudly as he thrust one final time into Jack, spilling himself into her, coating her sensitive inner walls with copious amounts of seed. John let ecstasy flow through his body, pleasure greeting every nerve.

Jack came as well, moaning loudly as a second orgasm was taken from her body. Luckily, it was drowned out by the sound of engines.

The convict shuddered as she felt ropes of cum fill her ass, coating her walls. With a huff, she went limp on the crate once more, sighing as she felt John pull out of her.

She flipped herself over, lying back on the crate. Jack smirked as she watched as John hurriedly dress himself with a look on his face that told her he felt ashamed, dirty.

"You've got the hots for the bucket-head, huh?" Jack started, causing John to glance in her direction but not stop dressing, "Sure got a funny way of showing it."

John shot her a withering glare but Jack just laughed.

Damn this woman!

"I've read about you, boy scout, when I first got on this boat." Jack started once more, "You've done a lot of crazy shit for a boy scout. A little too heroic for my tastes, but still. You know what they call you? 'The Lion of Elysium'. Pretty catchy."

John seemingly ignored her, quickly heading for the stairs. He needed to get as far away from the succubus as possible.

"They're right, you know. You are a lion."

John slowed his pace. Was this... praise? From Jack?

"You could have whatever you want, Shepard. All you've got to do is bare those teeth..."

John quickly made his way up the stairs, heading towards the elevator, but not before he heard Jack call out one last thing.

"...And sink them deep!"