Mass Effect: The New Position Series

Unlike my other stories this one is most pure smut, there's SOME story, but it's most hardcore sex. As always you can find the entire series on Hentai Foundry or Questionable Questing :)

I don't own Mass effect. Slight spoilers for 2? But at this point, it's kinda not important.

…The moment Shepard Recruited Garrus Vakarian, Miranda knew her XO position on the Normandy was in jeopardy. She didn't quite understand Shepard's enthusiasm for recruiting 'Arch Angel'… but upon seeing his Turian comrade she couldn't help but feel that he had planned to meet up.

At first, she didn't think anything else about it. Until they brought on the Doctor, and the Krogan… and she was immediately sidelined with Jacob. She knew Shepard didn't trust anything with a Cerberus logo stamped upon it. But once they acquired 'Jack', she realized that Shepard didn't NEED or WANT their help…

Jacob seemed more than accepting of that. Spending more time working out and tending to the weaponry to care that Shepard wasn't taking them planetside. Not only that but the crew was distinctly… cheerful.

Shepard ate with them, talked with them, bought them nice things. One by one she began to notice that they were quickly becoming 'Shepard's' crew, not Cerberus. He had a certain… charisma to him. He was charming and handsome, valorous and daring. Cheerful and funny… a god damn war hero… She's not praising him. She's just aware of the facts.

Regardless he drew people to him. They WANTED to help him succeed… like he was the fucking protagonist of a space opera. Now she felt isolated in her room… well… her room for now. There were whispers around the crew about who was the REAL second in command. Garrus this, Garrus that, he spent most of his time calibrating that damn cannon there was no way he could run the ship…

For the mission as a whole, and ordered specifically by The Illusive Man, she NEEDED to stay on this ship. One way or another. Preferably with her position of command.

"Shepard." Garrus' deep reverberating tone echoed outside her door as she glanced at it. Expecting it to open. Even though it didn't

"What's up Garrus?"

"I got that thing you asked for." Garrus said casually. "I still got some contacts on omega."

"Oh great, thank's Garrus." Shepard's voice replied, "Can you just put it in my quarters? I need to have a chat with Kelly about my fish."

"…You could actually FEED them, Shepard."

"…But that's what I have Kelly for." he replied as some of the crew chuckled at the little joke.

But Miranda wanted to know what it was Garrus had acquired for Shepard… she still had all-access around the ship. She was NOT being denied her position. Her pneumatic door opened as she came to a decision, strutting out in her skintight bodysuit. Specifically designed for comfort, combat, and curves… maximum protection and maximum effect. She was after all genetically designed to be perfect…

Breasts, hips, ass… she WAS perfect.

She waited for the elevator as it dinged, Garrus stood there glancing at her as his mandibles clicked out a polite. "Lawson." Before passing her as she didn't reply, getting into the elevator. After a quick ride she approached the commander's cabin, plugging in her all-access command code to the door as it hissed open revealing the immaculate cabin.

At first, she saw nothing out of place… until she spotted a classic manila packet tossed haphazardly on the bed. Some sort of dossier perhaps kept off the net for secrecy. She frowned and reached for it, opening it slowly as if it was a bomb… reaching and…

"…Is this a fucking porn mag?" she scowled, pulling out an old Fornax magazine with a quarian posing suggestively on the cover, pointing her big ass and wide hips towards the viewer. The door suddenly hissed open and she jumped, dropping the magazine on the bed.

"…Hello Miranda." Shepard said, eyes narrowing curiously. "What are you doing in my…" he then saw the magazine between her supple thighs and smiled slightly. "Oh good. I've been looking for that one…"

"…What?" she said flatly as Shepard approached her, sidestepped her and took the magazine from the bed before dropping in his desk chair and putting his feet up before thoroughly examining its xenophile contents. Miranda didn't know whether to be disgusted, insulted, or amused.

"It's a porn mag Miranda, one I intend to enjoy in the privacy of my quarters." He glanced over the magazine at her. "…Is there something you need Ms. Lawson?"

"You… asked Garrus to find you a porn magazine?!"

"Yes." Shepard replied, sighing, closing the magazine, and laying it down on his desk. "Because he's my friend… he tends to do nice things for me if I ask nicely enough."

"Why?"

"That's usually what friends do. Try to make one, you'll see." she apparently didn't seem amused so Shepard added rather more logically. "…Because I like beautiful women? And I'm a soldier? We have a long history with pin-up magazines-what does that matter?" he asked indignantly, "Who or what I do in my quarters in my off-time Miranda, is completely up to me."

Miranda, seemed at a loss for words. Shepard stared at her blankly, then, almost in a threatening tone he noted. "I have been clinically dead for two YEARS. Ms. Lawson…" he said, "And now, thanks in no small part to you, I am alive again, very… VERY alive. So I am trying to be patient with you, why are you in my quarters?"

"You…" Miranda scowled slightly, then, "Why haven't you be taking me on missions?"

Shepard's eyebrows rose. "…Because I don't need your services, Ms. Lawson."

"I am literally one of the most powerful human biotics in the galaxy." She said confidently, Shepard nodded as if conceding the point.

"Yes. But Jack IS the most powerful biotic in the galaxy. According to Cerberus' own sources." He noted infuriating her.

"She'd stab you in the back in a heartbeat!"

"And Cerberus won't?" he replied, "If they don't send me into a trap, or lie straight to my face during this suicide mission I'll castrate myself…" he took a deep breath. "…Ms. Lawson." He said firmly. "The fact of the matter is. You, and Jacob can't hold a candle to my other squad members. And judging from the rest of the dossiers TIM sent me a couple of hours ago, that was intentional." Miranda's fist clenched furiously. "I have Garrus, I have Jack, I have a Krogan. And in a day or so I'll have my absolute favorite Quarian girl on my ship." He shrugged, "So. I haven't taken you anywhere because I don't need you."

"You work for Cerberus Shepard. We made you."

Shepard chuckled, "You fixed me. And I appreciate it. Its one of the only reasons…" he stood up, he was just a slight bit taller than her. "You're still on the ship." Infuriated Miranda scowled at him.

"And just what are the other reasons?" she sneered angrily, glaring at him.

He seemed to think about it, the said, straight-faced. "…Well, I am an ass man." She smacked him hard across the face. He sniffed, slightly ignoring the sting. He took a breath. "You asked."

"You're a pig." She scowled.

"No I'm just…" he seemed to think about it. "…REALLY pent up." He rubbed his jaw, nodded… then realizing she was still here, placidly looked at her wonderfully sexy body up and down. "Why haven't you stormed out yet?"

"Because YOU are going to appreciate what the Cerberus is giving you." She sneered, "I am the XO of this ship, and like it or not you're not getting rid of me that easily."

"…I could've sworn we've established that I'm not getting rid of you." He noted disinterestedly. Sitting back down on his chair and retrieving his Fornax magazine.

"Or replacing me with some Turian C-Sec dropout."

"I'm NOT Miranda." He said, reading said porn mag.

"Or ignoring me!" she shouted, reaching for the magazine and yanking it out of his hands and throwing it across the room. He stared at his empty hands for a moment, and slowly gave her his… very unhappy attention.

…As far as he was concerned, he had been patient enough with her.

"…Ms. Lawson…" he stood up slowly as she gave him a smug smile. "…If you keep pushing me. I'm going to push back. And you do not want me to push back."

"You need me. And you need Cerberus Commander, so I suggest you cooperate more."

Shepard stared at her, then, he nodded. "…Okay. How about a deal."

She smiled confidently and he went to EDI. "Edi."

"Yes Commander Shepard?"

"…Send out an e-vote to the entire crew."

"…And what should this E-vote entail?"

"Whether Ms. Lawson remains on this vessel." He said, Miranda's smile still stretched across her pretty face. "Just a simple, anonymous yes or no, and it is mandatory. Give me the tally when everyone has voted."

"Certainly Commander Shepard."

"Seriously? You're asking the crew to vote me off?" Shepard was silent. "And what happens when the Illusive man tells them to keep me?"

"Then I'll follow every order you give me. But if they say yes. Then you follow every order I give you."

"…Fine." She said confidently as Edi clicked back into the room.

"Its done commander… and almost unanimously Ms. Lawson has been voted OFF the ship."

The smile fell as she glowered at Edi. "Who said I should go!?"

"It would be far easier to answer how many voted for you to stay Ms. Lawson," Edi replied. Shepard grinned, "…That was a joke." And clicked off.

"God damn it." Miranda snarled as Shepard sat back down on his chair. He glared at her, "So, what Shepard? are you going to throw me off into space?"

"…Get down on your knees."

…Her blood went very cold. "What?" she was just about to chew him out for his absurd and inappropriate statement.

But his cold gaze made her hesitate. "Get down. On your knees." He said, firmly. Eyeing her body lecherously. "Now. Ms. Lawson." She glared at him, shaking slightly… but she knew what he wanted now. It wasn't unexpected… he had effectively called her bluff. She didn't have nearly enough influence to stay on the ship. "As of this moment your position on my ship is in question… Do you want to stay? You're going to have to convince me."

She clenched her fists… and then dropped to the floor. He smirked and ZIP when his pants as he curled a finger towards her. She crawled towards him as he fiddled with his crotch until a thick piece of male organ slipped half-erect from his pants. She had seen it before… but burned up almost nothing… she had no idea that it was so… girthy.

"You're a fucking pig." She snarled, crawling to kneel between his legs before him as he began stroking his length.

"No Ms. Lawson… I'm just pent up." He then smacked her left cheek, then her right with his cock, she glared furiously up at him. "…You do a good enough job and we'll forget this whole conversation." He said coolly. "You'll go back to your room as XO. And I'll even take you on a mission of your choice…"

…She had to admit… this wouldn't be the first time she used sex to get what she wanted… it would however be the first time she gave her Commanding officer, any commanding officer, head… She opened her mouth, glaring angrily at him as he continued to slap his cock on her face… until she caught the tip between her plump lips.

"Ahh…" he sighed, twitching between them as he relaxed on his chair. "…It's been so damn long." He wrapped his hand into her wavy black hair. "Suck on it." he ordered softly, guiding her head slowly up and down his length as she scowled. "MMmn…"

"Mmn. Mmmn… urrg… mmmn…" she glided up and down his shaft, his hand constantly pushing and pulling her.

"Use that tongue." He ordered as she inwardly fumed, her tongue lashing along his length as he cooed contentedly.

"MMmn. Mmmghp!!" he pulled her all the way down on his cock, she spluttered before he grabbed her head in both hands and pumped her face on his cock rapidly. It rammed against the back of her throat as she spluttered and cough, "mmnpgh! COUGH! GACCK!!!"

"Ugh. UGH! This is! Why! You're HERE." He hissed primally, standing up and pulling her head down on his cock as far as it would allow, her head rolling back as a torrent of semen shot between her perfect lips. "Ah…" he sighed, length still twitching in her mouth as he slid her furious, flinching face up and down. Semen oozing from her lips as she refused to swallow. He slipped from her lips, dropping back onto the chair as she spat his load onto the floor.

She took a few gasping breaths, wiping her lips with the back of her glove. "…Happy now, pig?" but her eyes widened as his cock throbbed easily back to life. A smug grin on his face.

"No… get naked." She scowled at him, but he stared back. "Now."

She got to her feet, and reaching for the subtle zipper she slid it down her tight body… reveal her big breasts in a tight black bra. Then going further, revealing tight lacy black panties. "MMmn." He nodded approvingly. "Bra." he commanded as she slid her finger beneath the straps, pulling them away as her heavy breasts wobbled free of their bindings, big and firm the rested on her chest without sag or wrinkle… "Those are nice." He declared as she spat at him, hitting his chest. "Turn around."

She did, standing in her boots and underwear as her ass wobbled into view. "MMn!!" SMACK!! Spanked her right cheek, watching it jiggle. "That IS a perfect ass." He praised, "Come on now… get those off." He said, tugging at her underwear as she bent forward, presenting herself to him as she pushed them down over her thighs. She stood upright… feeling his hands on her ass cheeks as suddenly he pulled away, and his suit was tossed over her shoulder onto the floor before powerful hands gripped her upper arms, and turned her towards the desk before she was shoved forward, knocking knick-knacks onto the floor.

"Ah!" she gasped as he pushed on her mid-back, smacking her ass once, twice, three times with his other hands. "Fucking asshole!" she scowled.

"Not yet." He declared before he was on top of her, his thick girth prodding experimentally against her perfectly tight pussy. "Uugh… Ugmmn!! There…" he sighed as she shivered and moaned, his big dick spreading her apart as she adjusted and tightened perfectly around him.

"Ahhh-ahhgck!!" his fingers curled into her mouth, lifting her up from the desk as his other arm slipped beneath her and wrapped her arms to her side. Pulling her head back and her body close as he gyrated his hips and fucked her like a horny varren. "Ugh! Ugh! AAHGH!!" squealing around his fingers, teeth biting into them as he pounded her raw from behind, the desk rocking and clattering as he rammed her luscious body into it

"Rugh!! Umn! Yeah! Come on!!" pounding into her raw and deep like a desperate krogan. Pulling her back hard on his thrusts as her trademarked ass rippled against his powerful hips.

"Ahh! AH! AHHHH!!!" she squealed, shaking in orgasm as he pinned her down. Watching her body shake and writhe.

"You liked that Lawson? Huh?! You like that?!" he roared, pounding hard against her quaking clenching body as she clawed at the stainless steel desk.

"Ugh! Ahh! Ah-ha!! AHhh!!" Miranda moaned wildly as his grunting increased. He grabbed her waist, slamming her back hard on his cock as her head rocked limply back and forth as her body became a spasming rag doll.

"AH! Agghh!!" he pulled her hard against him. Thrusting deep as his cock spasmed and unleased another load deep into her body. She shook, drooling and panting on the table as her pussy clasped to his bulging, spraying length…

"MMmn…" he sighed, sliding back and forth as he finished, before yanking out his cock and giving her ass a hard SMACK!

"MMn!!" she fell to the floor, hanging blearily onto the desk as her legs gave out. Sweaty and a little sore, leaking his plentiful seed, she shivered as she pulled herself upright onto her unsteady legs as Shepard paced tentatively behind her. "…Fuck… You." She declared, only to tremble as his cock hardened again. His hand wrapping around and stroking his girth…

"…Yes, I think so…" he said, sitting down on his bed. "Get over here." She hesitated… he still couldn't want more could he? "Get the fuck over here…" he said more firmly. She flinched, then pulled away from the desk, walking towards him with wobbly legs before he grabbed her hips and turned her around. Pulling her roughly onto his lap before his hands clawed onto her big breasts.

"MMMn!!" she moaned, gyrating as her perfect ass cheeks wrapped around his cock. He groped her body, wordlessly, lifting, squeezing, pressing her breasts together. His cock pulsing between her soft ass cheeks…

"How flexible are you Miranda?" he asked.

"What?" she replied, he didn't wait for her answer. His hands hooked under her legs, easily lifting them until her ankles were by her ears, turns out she was very flexible… she's the perfect woman after all. "W-wait…" she hesitated before his hands hooked behind her head and he lifted her just enough to get his cock back into her oozing wet pussy, "MMngh! AHhh!!!" He treated her like a literal fucking ragdoll. Shaking her on his cock as it scraped against her inner walls. He didn't give her time to readjust before he was rolling back and pumping his hips up into her restrained body. "AH! Augh! Ahuh!!" rocking back and forth on his body as his bucking hips pumped his cock up into her, his hands pulling her roughly down on it as she tilted her head forward, forced to watch his cock vanish inside he stretched hole.

"Ahh! AHhhhgh!!!" she came, hard, shaking on him so much he almost lost his grip and rhythm. "Ahhhgh!!"

"Where're you going? Where are you going Miranda?" he said almost teasingly as she whined helplessly. "I'm not done yet."

"Oh my God." She whimpered as he sped up, "Oh fuck! FUCK!!" he roared out primally, pumping his hips like a jackhammer on warp speed. "AHHHHHHHHHHHGH!!!"

"Uuggghh!!" he hilted into her… then rolled over, pinning her flat to the bed as he pumped his hips. "Uugh… yeah…" he sprayed her unrepentantly. Pumping his hips another two times before he relented, slipping his arms from her body as she popped like a jack-in-the-box. Flopping onto he back as she was freed from her wrestling hold…

Chest heaving for breath as her big breasts wobbled on her chest… Shepard crawled off the bed. Filling a nearby glass of water from a pitcher and drinking it in one gulp… he smacked his lips as Miranda rolled onto her belly, trying to crawl away… but like a fucking caveman he grabbed her ankle and dragged her back. He filled his glass again as she whimpered, feeling his hand let go of her ankle and grab onto her head again as he half-guided half dragged her face to his cock. No words were exchanged but the intent was clear…

He began to drink again as she opened her mouth, his hand forcing her lips back onto his cock as she, admittedly, eagerly sucked on his sticky length, covered in their fluids. He cooed contentedly into his water as he gulped it down. Before he placed the glass on the bedside table and switched hands. The hand previously on her hair went to her ass, smacking onto, and squeezing her ass cheeks as the other hand began to pump her head faster.

"….Get it nice and wet…" he whispered as her tongue swirled faster, her head bobbed deeper as she drooled and suckled loudly on it. "Get it nice and wet…" he repeated, pushing her head down as she willingly accepted the intrusion… he held her down for what seemed like minutes before letting her up with a gasp. He held her head up by the hair as she panted before him, eyes hazy and a little crossed before he spat into her open mouth.

"MMmmn…" she moaned, licking her lips before he let go of her. Standing up. Hooking his hands under her arms he tossed her more onto the bed, ass up in the air as he crawled behind her. she whimpered at what she knew was coming. She flinched, feeling his hands on her ass and spreading her cheeks firmly apart before his thick cock prodded at her rear… "MMnnn-aahh!!" fingers sinking into her flesh he rolled his head back, pulling her roughly up and down on his cock as he anal ravaged her…

Her toes clenched and her legs stretched only to be lifted back up into position to receive even more of his cock. He was perfectly still, pulling her easily back and forth on his cock as she clawed and squealed. "Ahh! Ahh-ah!! My ass! FUCK!! MY ASS!!!"

"UUghh!!" he pushed so hard she lunged forward, lying prone on the bed as his weight dropped onto her.

"Ahhgh!! aH! AH! AHHH!!" he rolled on top of her, her anal ring stretching around his ravaging, plunging cock. "I'm going to cum! I'M GOING TO CUM!!" she shrieked, wide-eyed and manic. And she did…

But wordlessly Shepard pounded on, her whole body writhed and clenched beneath him but he kept pounding, the force of his hips on her ass as his cock bored into her hole felt like they were shaking the ship. Miranda's screams of orgasmic pleasure echoed around the room as Shepard's relentless buggering pounded so hard that she was bouncing on the bed.

"UUUgh!!!!" he fell limp onto her body and that was that…. wordlessly he drained his balls up the beautiful woman's hole. Clutching tightly to her hair as he wormed his hips, making sure the absolute last drop was spilled… "Two years worth of cum right there…" he declared proudly before slipping out of Miranda's ass with a wet pop… her holes gaping and oozing as she lied limp on the bed.

Shepard sighed audibly as Miranda twitched helplessly on the bed… thoroughly fucked and well used. Shepard took another glass of water, tentatively sipping as he read his Fornax, quite content in the knowledge that he had thoroughly pounded his executive officer into compliance.

"Commander Shepard." Edi popped into the room. Shepard didn't even blink or look up from his magazine. "We are an hour away from Haestrom."

"Thank you, Edi." He replied politely, promptly flipping Miranda onto her back as the AI popped out of the room. He then climbed back onto the bed, Miranda limp and breathing exhaustedly on the mattress as he poured his water between her breasts. She moaned as he felt his weight on her stomach, feeling his cock slid between her breasts as he pushed them together with his hands, sliding his cock wordlessly back and forth. Hips slapping against her breasts as his cock jumped in and out of her cleavage…

She moaned softly, sliding lightly up and down on the bed as he tit-fucked her, steadily, constantly… he began to speed up, the smacking of hips on tits echoing as he grunted, cock pulsating between her tightly wrapped tits.

"Ugh! Ugh!! Open your mouth!" he ordered as she obeyed, he yanked his cock from her tits and aimed directly at her beautiful face before holding her head in place and spraying a load onto her. Every twitch of his cock sent another rope of semen across her skin, in her hair, over her eyes, on her tongue… She swallowed what she had caught but the commander, even with his marksman skills still managed to miss her gaping hole.

He smacked her cheek wetly with his spent, limp dick, "Shower Lawson." He said, "Then get suited up, we're going planetside…"

…It was as if he hadn't just coerced her into a hardcore porn fuck… sticky, covered in semen, sore, sweaty… content... She stood from the bed and lumbered towards the commander's private bathroom. Getting as clean as space showers would allow.

She soon returned for a fully armored Shepard, she pulled on her suit, not even bothering with her underwear as he waited for her by the elevator… "…So… Commander." She said, respectfully. "…I assume we've reached an understanding?"

Shepard nodded quietly, "Certainly Ms. Lawson." He said, "Water under the bridge…" his hand clapped firmly onto her ass as she glared at him. "I'm glad you enjoy your new position…"

"That's not what I…"

"Edi how much time until we arrive?"

"30 minutes commander."

"…You got time." He said as Miranda gasped as he yanked her to her knees, undoing his codpiece and shoving his cock into her open mouth. Smiling faintly as Miranda immediately began sucking. "Mmmn…" he sighed contentedly, enjoying her service.

In record time he burst into her slurping mouth, she flinched slightly and gulped it quickly down before he popped limply from her puffy pursed lips as he slipped back into his armor and helped her to her feet. "…Keep that up Ms. Lawson and I'll take you wherever you want to go…"

Miranda silently wiped her lips with the back of her hand as Shepard put his back onto her ass, squeezing as they got into the elevator… Well… at least she now knew Shepard won't get rid of her so quickly.

...She might actually enjoy her 'New position'...

End