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Many feelings flooded John's mind as he walked through the Presidium. Among them were happiness, because he had recently saved the whole galaxy from the likes of Sovereign, curiosity, because the Consort wished to see him again, and excitement, because, well, the Consort wished to see him again. The Spectre still had very fond memories of the last time the two had spoken.

Well, "spoken", was really too tame of a word to describe what he did with insatiable asari. The words "sweaty" and "carnal" fit the situation much better.

Of course, John wouldn't let himself get too excited. After all, the Consort may really just want to talk with him.

The Presidium still showed signs of the battle. There were scorch marks on many of the walls, windows were smashed in, benched and trees reduced to piles of rubble. A few keepers were doing whatever the hell they did, fixing things alongside the volunteer workers.

John was in civilian clothing, not wanting to draw attention to himself. He had become quite the celebrity when he saved the Council from the clutches of the Geth. People saw him as a true hero, someone who overcame all odds in the face of certain death. As a result, people just wouldn't leave him alone.

On the upside, John did receive a sudden surge in attention from the opposite sex. Many women (and men) were probably sitting at home right now, getting all hot and bothered over the "handsome and dashing war hero who saved them all from the evil army of synthetics". John was happily reminded of the few months he spent on Elysium after he saved the colony from an army of pirates. There was this one turian girl, had a really sexy voice, who... well... you get the idea.

Despite wearing civilian clothing, John was still recognized by several passersby. The marine ignored them. The fame could wait, the Consort wanted to see him now.

John entered the Consort's chambers with confidence only the savior of the galaxy could have.

He was greeted by Nelyna, the soft spoken asari greeter. He remembered her soothing voice, smooth as honey. She was just as gorgeous as the last time John had seen her. The blue female's long, purple dress was still delightfully snug on her body, showing off her curvaceous figure.

"Commander! It is very good to see you!" John thought he heard a bit of reverence in her voice.

John smiled warmly at the blue woman, gently placing a hand on her shoulder.

"Likewise, Nelyna. I'm glad you made it through all right."

A charming smile formed on the commander's face that undoubtedly melted the greeter's heart.

"The Consort is waiting upstairs, but...." Nelyna sounded almost... shy.

The asari's hand reached up, taking a hold of the one John had set on her shoulder. Her hand was soft, like "baby" soft. Warm too. Nelyna's skills as a masseuse became evident as she gently stroked Shepard's hand with hers. Her big, blue eyes were welling up. At first, john thought he had done something wrong, but then he saw a smile spread on Nelyna's face.

"I... I wanted to thank you." She looked straight into John's eyes, her hand leaving his, moving to his face. She ran her petite hand across john's cheek, feeling the tiny bristles of his stubble against her palm.

Shepard exhaled at the feeling of the asari's soft touch, placing one hand over hers.

"You... don't have to thank me." John managed to say, teetering on the edge. The combination of her soft skin, her voice, and her scent was almost too much for the marine. The asari was intoxicating.

"No, I do." The asari adopted an assertive tone, while still managing to keep her voice smooth. "We all do, Commander."

Nelyna took a step closer to John, their faces now inched apart.

"If not for you, the Citadel would be in ruins. Everyone on this station would be dead!"

"I had help." Shepard stated, on autopilot. He didn't sound like he was paying attention to what he was saying. How could he? A beautiful, blue woman was practically in his lap.

Nelyna smiled broadly, shaking her head in disbelief.

"Unbelievable. Modesty coming from the man who saved the Citadel!"

Shepard merely shrugged, a small grin tugging at his lips. Nelyna stared at him, brows raised.

' They don't make soldiers like him anymore.'

Nelyna's hand moved from John's cheek to behind his head. She pulled his head to hers, not met with any resistance. Their lips met in a passionate kiss, Nelyna pressing her lithe body into Shepard's. The asari's other hand moved up, feeling the marine's muscled chest through his shirt.

John wrapped his arms around Nelyna's waist, drawing her close. His tongue brushed against her teeth, demanding entrance. Nelyna obliged, parting her lips, letting his skilled oral muscle glide into her mouth.

Nelyna moaned into the kiss, becoming putty in Shepard's hands. Their tongues were entwined, the wet muscles gliding over each other, tasting each other.

Nelyna began to move backwards, pulling John with her, backing against the wall.

The asari raised one, elegant leg, hooking it around John's waist. It was then that John noticed that Nelyna's dress was split, lengthwise, up the leg. It showed a good amount of skin and got John's blood pumping faster.

' Convenient.'

John wrapped one arm around Nelyna, placing a hand on the small of her back, moving the other to the asari's leg around his waist, placing his hand on her supple thigh.

' God, she's soft.'

Nelyna shuddered at John touching her bare skin, breaking their deep kiss. Their lips were swollen and both were panting. Nelyna flushed a deep purple, biting her lower lip as John ran his hand farther up her leg. The asari gasped as John dipped his head down, his lips making contact with her neck, running his tongue over the sensitive skin. Nelyna shut her eyes, giving a low moan of pleasure, basking in the stimulation she was receiving. John's hand continued to move up Nelyna's leg, coming dangerously close to her....

"Commander." The voice didn't sound surprised, or angry, or even annoyed. It was a familiar, feminine voice, and she sounded... amused?

Nelyna squeaked in surprise, her eyes shooting open. John, however, kept his cool, setting the acolyte down gently, straightening his clothes. His cheeks were flushed a light red as he turned to face who had found them out.

Sha'ira the Consort stood before them, a knowing smile on her angelic face, her hands on her hips. Behind her, was another acolyte, a drell, giggling at the sight of the entangled human and asari.

John smiled sheepishly, scratching the back of his head as Nelyna stood behind him, almost attempting to hide from the embarrassment.

The Consort chuckled, slowly advancing on the human, swaying her hips seductively. Both Sha'ira and the drell wore the same dress Nelyna had on, with the Consort's being a darker purple.

"I was beginning to worry, John. For a moment I thought I had been stood up! Now I see it was because you were... occupied." Sha'ira leaned over, eyeing Nelyna over John's shoulder, smiling at her acolyte. Nelyna appeared to shrink under her mistress's gaze, blushing madly.

Shepard cleared his throat, chuckling uncomfortably. It was never a good feeling when you got caught, John's mind going back to when his parents caught him with that turian girl.

"Consort. You wished to see me?" John nodded curtly.

Sha'ira laughed, shaking her head.

"Please, John, we've already been in bed together! I think we're past using titles!" Sha'ira playfully chastised the marine.

"Consor-," John stopped, correcting himself, "Sha'ira, is there a reason you called me?"

Sha'ira smiled at John, a devious little smirk. The look in her eyes told John her thoughts were far from pure.

"Why, to thank you, John. You recently saved the Citadel, did you not? The Council owes you their lives! _ We _ owe you our lives!" Sha'ira spread her arms, as if presenting the whole room to John. The drell acolyte nodded in agreement, as did Nelyna, who squeezed John's arm in affirmation.

John, on the other hand, shook his head. He held up a hand, interrupting Sha'ira.

"Listen, Sha'ira, I don't..." John didn't finish. Sha'ira pressed her lips to John's, sliding her skilled tongue into his mouth. John didn't resist. Soon, the Consort was in control. Nelyna watched, feeling a small sense of pride in her mistress's skills in seduction.

Sha'ira pulled away, leaving John in a dazed state. John couldn't resist. Their scent, the softness of their skin, the gentleness of their touch. They had him at their mercy.

And John couldn't be happier.

Sha'ira stepped back, allowing the drell acolyte to grab a hold of John's other arm.

"John, just relax." Sha'ira soothed as Nelyna and the drell female led John over to the stairs leading to the Consort's chambers. Soon, the four of them were in Sha'ira chambers, a dimly lit room with shadowy corners. The excitement was quite evident in the female's movements. John was led to a large couch, opposite of Sha'ira's bed, a new, flat mattress, replacing the bubble-shaped bed from before.

The pushed him back onto the leather furniture, letting him get comfortable.

"Let us take care of you." Nelyna soothed as she and Sha'ira began undoing the clasps of their dresses.

John didn't know what to think. He refused to get too excited provided this was all just a dream. Maybe he was still lying unconscious in a pile of rubble. He also didn't want to take advantage of his hero-status, provided this was real. Then, Sha'ira uttered words that made all feelings of doubt flow away.

"You've earned this."

John let out a long exhale, relaxing into the soft, leather couch, watching the alien women before him strip away their clothes.

"Kala, lock the door," Sha'ira ordered the drell acolyte, her eyes never leaving John, "And cancel the rest of my appointments. We're going to be very busy."

Kala, the drell female, was a turquoise colored drell. She was a pretty little thing, beautiful even. Her features were soft and feminine and, like all drell, a lithe, curvaceous body. John found himself staring at her rather well-curved behind as she walked off.

A moan drew John's attention across the room. Sha'ira and Nelyna were seated on the bed, opposite from John. Nelyna was sitting on Sha'ira's lap as the elder asari kissed the back of her neck. The Consort was peeling her acolyte's dress off her shoulders, exposing the maiden's flawless, blue skin.

Finally, the dress was pulled down, past her breasts, letting the full, supple globes of flesh fall free. Her dark blue nipples were already hard. Sha'ira immediately focused on the sensitive mounds, kneading them as she trailed wet kisses down Nelyna's neck.

Nelyna bit her lip, making quiet little moans as her mistress fondled her breasts. Sha'ira ceased her oral assault on her acolyte, looking at John over her shoulder, smiling wickedly at the human.

"Little Nelyna here is a bit shy in bed. Surprising, I know, but if you're skilled...," Sha'ira dipped one hand into Nelyna's skirt, sliding between her legs, "You can coax out the screamer in her."

As If on cue, Nelyna let out a loud, sultry moan. It was unmistakable what Sha'ira's hand was doing, but John was aching to see.

Nelyna leaned back into her mistress, writhing and whimpering in Sha'ira's arms. John sat up, leaning forward, his attention was owned by the sight before him.

"I thought you were supposed to be taking care of me." John rasped, half joking.

Sha'ira smirked at John as her fingers worked their magic between Nelyna's legs. Nelyna bucked against her mistress's hand, trying and failing to keep from screaming. Her moans and squeals filled the room.

"I just thought we'd give you a little 'show' to start it off." Sha'ira explained, "But...."

Sha'ira let it hang, wanting to see the great Commander Shepard squirm. She got the desired effect.

John leaned forward, his eyes burning with lust.

"But?"

Neylna threw her head back, wailing to the ceiling, coming hard against Sha'ira fingers. The maiden writhed on the elder asari's lap as indescribably sexy noises escaped her lips.

Sha'ira withdrew her hand from between Nelyna's legs, her fingers coated in the maiden's juices. The elder asari held the wet fingers in front of the acolyte's face, and, as if it was routine, Nelyna took the fingers into her mouth, licking and tasting herself on her mistress's hand.

And John thought his pants were tight before....

Sha'ira smiled mischievously at the human marine.

"But," She finally continued, "I know you are not a patient man."

John shifted in his seat, using every bit of his willpower not to stomp over there and take both asari right then and there. He needed to stay in control.

"Kala, help John relax." As the order left Sha'ira's mouth, the female drell, now completely naked, appeared from the shadows. Her breasts were smaller than Sha'ira's and Nelyna's, but she was a petite woman and still looked gorgeous.

Kala gently pushed John back onto the couch, catching his lips in a light kiss. The kiss was meant to sooth and relax, not arouse, and it worked. John's muscles loosened, the tension leaving his body. There was still some arousal there, however. John knew Kala wanted it just as much as he did. Like John, the drell had tremendous willpower. Save the savage rutting for later.

Kala broke the kiss, dragging herself down John's body. She began to slowly undo his belt and pants, an innocent little smile on her face the whole time.

' Fucking tease.'

The two asari looked on as Kala pulled John's pants down along with his boxers. John lifted his hips off the couch to make it easier for the drell woman. With a tug, John's throbbing member sprang free from its confines.

Nelyna gasped quietly at the unveiling. She stared at the stiff organ almost reverently, while Sha'ira thought back fondly to her first time with the Commander.

Kala, on the other hand, immediately went to work, wrapping her soft, full lips around the shaft. John groaned as the drell's soft, wet tongue massaged him, stroking the length of the shaft as Kala bobbed her head up and down, coating him in saliva.

Sha'ira chuckled.

"She certainly wastes no time, doesn't she?" She said into Nelyna's ear, playfully. Both Kala and John heard the comment as well and Kala responded with a throaty moan, sending pleasurable vibrations down the Commander's cock. John groaned loudly, gripping the armrest of the couch. Kala continued to bob her head, alternating between quick sucks and slow, lavishing strokes of her agile tongue.

"Jesus...." John's breathing became ragged as he clenched his hands into fists, using every bit of his self control to not grab her head and force himself down her throat.

John reminded himself that women are not to be treated that way... unless, of course, the wanted to be. So he forced himself to relax, to sit back and enjoy Kala's "services".

And, God, did she service him.

Like most drell, her lips were big and soft, and she took advantage of this. It was like his cock was gliding between two, silk cushions. Her tongue was also longer than that of a quarian's, asari's, or human's, but not by much. It was a pleasant surprise, however.

Each time her head would rise back up, she would take a good, long lick of the underside of the shaft before flicking her tongue across the tip, teasing the slit at the top. After awhile, she brought her hand into the mix, stroking and pumping his member in rhythm with her sucks. Drell hands were different than humans. The two middle digits were fused to together, making for a strange sensation on John's organ. But it was not unwelcome.

Suddenly, Kala stopped, releasing John from her mouth with a slurpy, "pop". His cock dropped from her lips, slapping against her chin, still connected to her by a few strands of saliva.

"Why did you stop?" John growled. He was silenced as Sha'ira, who had somehow gotten over to the couch without John noticing, caught his lips in a deep kiss. Kala grabbed John's idle hands and placed them on her breasts. John got the message, kneading the small mounds as his tongue explored Sha'ira's mouth.

Sha'ira broke the kiss, allowing Kala to climb on top of the Commander, straddling him. The head of John's cock prodded at Kala's wet entrance. The drell grinded into him, drawing a growl from the human. Kala smiled, leaning forward, pressing her breasts into John's face. The marine wasted no time taking the soft, fleshy globes into his mouth, flicking his tongue over the sensitive nipples, sucking on the mounds eagerly.

Kala threw her head back, moaning in pleasure. John loved the noise she made.

"Mmmmmmhhh..."

Kala reached down, grabbing John's member, drawing a small gasp of surprise from the first human spectre. He throbbed in her hand, making a Kala giggle. She guided him into her, slowly at first, gradually working him into her warm nexus. She was already dripping wet, so he slid into her velvet folds with ease, but inside she was tight.

Kala squealed as she took him inside her, pushing inch after inch of him into her warm, inviting core.

"Fucking Hell!" John rasped as her inner walls clenched around him, massaging his cock.

' She has the tightest little quim!'

"How-! The fuck-! John grunted as he began thrusting up into Kala, grasping her hips to raise and lower her, "Do-! You-! Do that?"

Kala squeaked with each thrust, riding the human like he was an enraged bull.

"It's - Ah! A little trick-!" Kala replied as John pumped into her like a piston, "-That Sha'ira taught me- Ah!"

Kala gasped in pleasure as John slammed her down on him, hilting himself into her with each thrust.

A pair of large, warm globes fell in front of John face. He looked up to see Nelyna leaning over him where Sha'ira used to be. He didn't argue. He teased the fleshy globes with his tongue, flicking Nelyna's nipples, sucking on them. The young maiden moaned as he did.

Kala, not wanting to be left out, leaned forward and locked her lips with Nelyna's, catching her in a passionate kiss. Their tongues glided over each other, exploring the other's mouth, tasting the other female with glee. Both women were moaning into the kiss, Nelyna because of John's attention to her breasts, Kala because of John's quickening thrusts.

None of them noticed Sha'ira come up from behind Kala. The Consort slinked up quietly, sucking on her fingers as she did. Making sure no one saw her, she reached down and pressed her wet, middle digit into Kala other puckered entrance. Before Kala could realize what was happening, Sha'ira's finger slid into her tight hole.

"Oh, _ Gods _!" Kala wailed in pleasure, breaking her kiss with Nelyna, as Sha'ira's nimble finger probed her other opening. Nelyan focused her attention on the drell's neck, kissing and licking the sensitive skin. John's relentless thrusts gave Kala no time for rest. The orgasm was building up, and Kala could do nothing to stop it.

Sha'ira added a second finger, watching in awe as Kala constricted around her intruding digits and the Commander's iron rod. The drell was dripping down, flowing over John's shaft and sack. Sha'ira caught some of the delectable juices on her free hand, collecting some on her fingers. The fingers disappeared between her lips. She tasted the sweetness of her drell acolyte, savoring the flavor, running her tongue over, around, between her fingers.

Curiosity overcame the Consort. She withdrew her thrusting fingers from Kala's tighter opening, looking at them for a moment. Soon, those, too, disappeared between her lips, to taste what so many others wouldn't.

The elder asari needed more.

Without a second thought, Sha'ira spread Kala's cheeks, exposing the tight opening. She buried her face in there, her tongue licking and prodding at the tight hole. The tip of her tongue pushed through, wiggling inside the drell's forbidden hole.

" AHH!"

Kala shuddered as she came, hard, onto John's lap. Between the Commander's primal rutting, Nelyna's tongue on her neck and Sha'ira tongue in her... It was just too much for the poor girl to handle. The drell fell limp in John's arms, unconscious.

Sha'ira stood up, naked as ever, wiping fluids from her mouth and chin. Nelyna stared in awe at what they were able do to her.

"That... that was amazing, John." Nelyna whispered, still lying next to the marine.

Sha'ira chuckled as John turned to the maiden. Something had sparked within him, something primal, pure carnal lust.

"What makes you think we're done?" He growled. Nelyna let out a small squeak, shrinking under the lustful gazed of both her mistress and the Commander. Both looked ready to pounce on their helpless prey.

She didn't stand a chance.

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The rest of the day was spent in a haze. The four individuals made the most of their time, doing anything and everything, lost to lust and pleasure. The room was removed of all sense of innocence and purity, all that remained was orgasmic bliss.

Nelyna was on the bed, bent over with her face buried between her mistress's outstretched legs, licking away at Sha'ira's wet, velvet lips like a good acolyte. Behind the maiden was the Commander, thrusting away into her dripping, silk folds. Her tight canal felt bursts of pleasure as John's hardened organ massaged her velvety walls each time he slammed into her, driving himself in to the hilt.

Sha'ira moaned as the young one's tongue tasted her inner walls. It was a low, sultry sound that drove both Nelyna and John to new heights of arousal.

Kala had since woken up from her orgasm-induced sleep and was currently sitting on the couch, pleasuring herself, burying her fingers between her legs, rubbing at her clit.

John's hips slapped against Nelyna's as he savagely rutted into the young asari, grunting as her tightness gripped him like a vise.

"Fuck!" John cursed as Nelyna came, clenching around him. This brought him over the edge as well, shooting ropes of come deep into the asari's moist depths. Nelyna shuddered as she felt the impact of the Commander's seed against her sensitive inner walls. She kept licking at Sha'ira, bringing her mistress to orgasm as well, liquid heat flowing into her mouth. The sweetness that was Sha'ira's come dripped onto the bed and splashed over Nelyna's mouth and chin. Nelyna lapped it up as if it were a delicacy. Considering how few people got to "meet" the Consort, it technically was.

"Goddess" moaned Sha'ira.

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' God exists.'

It had to be true. Shepard wouldn't believe what was happening otherwise.

Sha'ira was in his lap, facing him, her legs wrapped around his waist, bouncing upon his cock as it slid into her velvet lips. They were on the bed once more and John was sitting up, holding the asari by her hips, and occasionally reaching up to play with her large breasts. The fleshy mounds bounced freely as John used gravity to pump his cock within her. Her raised and lowered the blue woman at an increasing tempo, drawing sultry moans of pleasure from the usually stoic Sha'ira. Their lips smashed together in a frenzy, tongues battling for dominance, all form of grace lost to carnal lust.

Nelyna was at her mistress's side, ready to aid in adding to her (or John's) pleasure. The maiden would gently kiss Sha'ira's neck or knead one of her breasts, sometimes even give John's neck some attention as well.

Kala appeared, holding a bottle of what appeared to be Thessian wine. The look in her eyes was, at the very least, mischievous. She opened the bottle, a small hiss could be heard as the wine met the air.

Without a word, she walked up to the lovemaking trio, Sha'ira in particular. With an innocent little smile, she tipped the bottle, allowing its contents to spill over Sha'ira's flawless body. The Consort moaned as the red wine cascaded down her breasts, her abdomen, down to the junction of her legs where John and she were connected at their very cores.

Nelyna wasted no time, dipping her head down to lick the substance of her mistress's body, grabbing a breast, her lips closing over the soft globe of flesh, sucking it. Nelyna lost all sense of organization. Her mouth attacked Sha'ira's body, eager to taste every inch of it. Sha'ira mouth opened in silent pleasure as Kala joined in as well, catching Sha'ira in a passionate kiss, their tongues probing each other's mouths.

' God exists and he loves me.'

John was losing himself. He couldn't take much more of this. He was just a man.

' Ah, Fuck it.'

John leaned forward and began to lick the wine off Sha'ira's body, burying his face into the cavity between her large breasts.

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When it was all over, the room was left a complete mess. No piece of furniture was left untouched.

' They'll probably have to burn everything in this room.'

The bed was hit the worst. It was a mess of sheets, mostly ripped, stained from both the wine and the many bodily fluids released onto it.

As John lay on the all but destroyed mattress, with three sleeping female bodies possessively clinging to him, he thought to himself.

He thought of all the people that were lost in his hunt for Saren. All the people he couldn't save, like Kaidan back on Virmire. He thought of all the people whose lives were changed forever because of Shepard's influence.

Did he really deserve a reward?

Then, John's mind went to all the people he saved. The colonists on Feros, the workers on Asteroid X57, Major Kirrahe and his men.

Hell, he saved the Council as well as the whole damn Citadel!

He also thought of all the bullshit he had to deal with along the way, too. He thought of the turian councilor, he thought of....

Nope, that was pretty much it.

John then came to the conclusion:

' Hell fucking yes, I deserved this!'

The Commander spent the next few hours sleeping, a satisfied smile plastered on his face.

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