So, regular readers may recall that back in Non-Elective Surgery, Shepard thought about being tempted by various female members of her crew. This is a series of highly NSFW one-shots exploring what could have happened if she had given in to those various temptations. I wrote it because 1) I like writing smut and 2) It gives me a chance to write some pairings I wouldn't get to do otherwise. It is non-canon with the rest of the Experiments stories

TL; DR: futa!Shepard hooks up with lots of female crew members. Enjoy!

Samara

Samara sat in silence, regarding the stars. From them, all matter and thus all life had once come and long after she and her troubles were gone, the beauty of those stars would remain. It was a thought that comforted the Justicar and she focused on it, losing herself in their grandeur.

She was shaken from her meditations when, behind her, the door of the observation longue slid open. Every being had their own distinctive footfall and the Justicar's trained ear had little trouble picking out the booted steps of Commander Shepard as they approached.

"I hope I'm not interrupting anything," the Spectre asked, her voice more tentative than the Justicar was accustomed to. "You looked so peaceful sitting there."

"I was meditating," the ancient asari informed her. "But it is all right. I am available should you require any assistance."

"Actually," Shepard said hopefully, "It was your meditation that I was hoping to talk to you about. I'm wondering if you could teach me some basic techniques." She ran her hand through her bright red hair and sighed. "You might have noticed I've been under a bit of stress lately and it's making it hard to function sometimes."

Samara rose to her feet, turning to face the commander. It was hard not to react to her presence. The Justicar was magnificent, a statuesque beauty who's tight leather costume revealed as much as it hid and with Samara close enough to touch her, Shepard felt the stirrings of unwanted desire in her groin.

While she tried not to stare at the asari's chest, Samara spoke, seemingly unconcerned by their proximity. "Might this stress," she asked, "Have something to do with the persistent erections you have been trying to conceal?"

Shepard nearly swallowed her tongue. "I don't know what you're talking about," she sputtered, too flustered to think of anything cleaver to say.

"I believe that you do," the asari replied, her voice calm, as if she was discussing something so ordinary that it didn't merit any change in her usual serene tone. "It is true that you have dressed carefully so as to avoid drawing attention to them, but I am a very practiced observer and am quite familiar with the signs of sexual frustration."

The Spectre chewed on her lip nervously. This wasn't a subject she was even remotely comfortable with, but there was something about Samara's non-pulsed reaction that made it easier to talk about. Besides, lying hadn't done her any good. "Uh, yeah," she confessed after a deep breath, "Sexual frustration is right. I was hoping maybe you could show me some stuff to help me cope."

The asari's gaze met hers. "I could do so if you wish. However, these are difficult skills to master in the time we have available to us. I would be easier if I simply helped you to relieve the frustration directly."

The commander's green eyes went wide. "What exactly do you mean?", she asked, suspecting that she already knew the answer. "I mean, I thought Justicar's took vows not to…"

"We forsake our attachments, abjuring all of those things that could prevent us from carrying out our duties," Samara explained. "Right now, my duty is to aid you in completing your mission against the Collectors. Your current condition is an impediment to that."

Her current condition. Thanks to Samara, her current condition was as hard as it had even been, practically ripping a hole in her pants, but the Spectre held back, the idea of sex since her change hard for her to imagine. "You don't have to do that," she said apologetically.

"But I would like to. You are a very attractive woman, commander, and one who has helped both me and many others in your crew to prepare ourselves for the battle ahead. Allow me to help you to prepare as well."

The older asari reached out, her hand brushing back Shepard's red hair and caressing her freckled cheek. In truth, she realized that was very much hoping the Spectre agreed to this. It had been far too long since her duties had allowed her this sort of pleasure.

"But my… condition…" the commander protested weakly, unable to believe that anyone could want her the way she was.

"Is of no concern," Samara assured her. "I have lived a thousand years, Shepard, and seen many things. This barely registers as strange."

With that, the asari pulled Shepard to her, wrapping her up in her arms and pressing their lips together. The commander groaned at the contact, her clothed erection straining against the Justicar's body. Samara was right. She needed this. Maybe someday, she could find a way back to Liara and figure out how to explain her condition to the innocent archeologist, but right now, she had to get her head straight.

Samara wasted no time, efficiently unfastening the commander's shirt and bra and tossing them on the floor. "Wait," Shepard managed to protest, "One thing first." She opened a connection on her omni-tool. "EDI," she ordered, "Seal the starboard observation lounge and disable the cameras there."

"Commander," the AI asked, "Is there something going on there that I should be aware of?"

"Just do it." Her rushed words turned into a low groan as Samara took one of her hardening nipples between her thumb and forefinger and the commander bit back a cry as Samara pressed down, rolling the tip between her fingers.

"Very well, Shepard."

The asari smiled as she stroked Shepard's breasts. "I have never been with a human woman before," she remarked, "But it is astonishing how similar we are."

Gently but firmly, she guided Shepard back to the couch, sitting her down there before pulling off her pants. Beneath them, the commander wore a pair of black boxers and Samara could see the hard cock tucked inside them straining for release. When she reached out to touch it however, the commander pulled away slightly, still tentative. "How did this happen?", the Justicar asked curiously. "I take it by your reactions that you were not born with this appendage."

"No," Shepard confessed. "It was Cerberus. They wanted to breed me. I can't… I won't let them use me that way."

"Well, have no fear, Commander," Samara reassured her, "That will not be a concern with our coupling."

At her words, Shepard finally begun to relax, allowing Samara to continue. The asari pulled down her boxers and her cock sprang forth, its impressive length standing erect in the cool air of the observation deck. Samara wrapped her hand around it, and as it throbbed against her palm, she started to stroke up and down the shaft.

A strangled gasp escaped the commander's throat as Samara rubbed her. None of her own tentative touches had felt anywhere near as good as the Justicar's skilled hand, and after months of sexual deprivation, she felt nearly ready to burst at the stimulation.

As the commander's neck arched and her abs tightened, Samara felt a surge of pride run through her. Despite the way she had lived for the last few centuries, she still enjoyed the feeling of bringing pleasure to someone she cared for, and from the way Shepard was reacting, her craving was truly desperate. The Justicar brushed the pad of her thumb over the head of her new lover's cock and finding it slick with her pre-cum, she used the fluid to ease her motions.

With every swipe of Samara's thumb, Shepard bucked into the asari's hand. This felt so very good that her discomfort was being pushed aside, replaced with simple, needed pleasure. She had been so long without that she couldn't hold off much longer, even if she wanted to. As she spiraled toward the point of no return, all she could manage was a brief warning. "Fuck, Samara," she groaned, "I'm gonna…"

"Please do," the asari replied affectionately. "Come for me, commander."

Her hand sped up, flying up and down Shepard's cock, and seconds later, she did as the Justicar wished. Her whole body went rigid, the climax seeming to shoot straight down her spine and into her groin, her cock pumping desperately into the asari's hand. Over and over, she thrust her hips, her release spilling all over Samara's blue hand and running down her wrist. Her lover didn't seem to mind though, continuing to stroke the slippery organ until Shepard at last went still beneath her.

As the Spectre slumped into the couch, gasping with relief, Samara brought her hand to her mouth, tasting the flavor of her lover's fluids. They were a bit salty, but not unpleasant, and Shepard's eyes widened as the asari's tongue working over every inch of her skin, cleaning it off. She felt her cock twitch at the sight, and looking down, she realized to her shock that she was still erect. Samara noticed it too, and with a smile she observed, "It seems my work is not yet finished."

Shepard took a deep breath. Though she was still hard, she felt some semblance of her self-control returning. She had always prided herself on being a thoughtful lover and now would be no exception. "I can wait," she told the Justicar, "Let me take care of you first."

Samara felt a pulse of wetness hit her azure. While she was content to focus on Shepard if that was what the commander needed, she couldn't deny how turned on she was and how long it had been since she had had anything but her own hand for release.

"I would like that very much," she admitted, and reaching behind her back, she unfastened her bodysuit, and peeled it off of her shoulders. Shepard took hold of the red leather and slid it the rest of the way down, staring up with undisguised lust as the matriarch's body was revealed. Asari may have looked somewhat like human women, but they certainly didn't age like them. Samara's large breasts were still remarkably perky and her muscled legs and abs were impressively firm. The commander reached up and slid down the plain, white underwear that was the last thing Samara wore and begun planting kisses on the smooth, scaled skin of her legs.

From above her, the seated commander could smell Samara's arousal, a thick, rich flavor, and she flicked her tongue up, eager for a taste. When Shepard's mouth connected with her azure, Samara exhaled sharply. The commander was clearly no beginner at this and her wet tongue felt heavenly as it worked inside her. The asari reached down, her hands tangling in the exotic curls of red hair atop Shepard's head as she tried to steady her increasingly wobbly knees.

After a few strokes inside the asari's azure, Shepard moved upwards, capturing her lover's prominent clit between her lips. The little bud was rock hard and the Spectre purred around it, pleased with her discovery. It was good to know that Samara wasn't doing this just for her, that the asari wanted more than just to help her with the mission. She suckled on the bud and as she did, she brought two fingers up to her azure, sliding them past the ring of muscle and stroking the Justicar's inner walls. Samara's body gripped down around the Spectre's hand, and she murmured with desire, sending pleasant vibrations through her lover's clit. Between her legs, her cock was pulsing at the thought of being buried in that heat, but she would make herself wait until Samara had come first.

Samara rocked her hips against Shepard's mouth. The way strong fingers pressed against her inner walls every time her clit was licked was delicious, and as the Spectre set up an smooth rhythm, she could feel her deprived body starting to move towards climax. "Yes, commander," she praised her lover, stroking her gorgeous hair, "That's good. More. More fingers."

Shepard smiled at the need in Samara's voice, adding a third finger to the asari's tight azure. Once it was safely inside, she abandoned her slow strokes, fucking Samara on her hand even as she resumed licking her swollen clit. She could feel her lover starting to come undone, and it only took a few more hard thrusts before she shuddered above her, unexpectedly calling out the Spectre's name as she came.

Samara's knees shook from the force of her release, and when she looked down to see Shepard kissing the tips of her wet fingers, they nearly buckled. The commander's cock was incredible stiff beneath her and she didn't want to wait a second longer to have it inside of her. With one hand, she gripped the rigid shaft and lowered herself down into Shepard's lap. Her azure was soaking wet, and in a single thrust, Shepard was able to bury herself inside.

As the Justicar gripped down around her, Shepard took a moment to steady herself. Samara's hand had felt wonderful, but it couldn't compare to the feeling of being surrounded by that tight, slippery heat and she was afraid she'd come again before she got to enjoy it. Holding her cock still, she instead buried her face in the asari's impressive cleavage, licking and sucking the soft tits in front of her while her hands caressed her lover's firm ass.

Samara wrapped her arms around her commander, enjoying the attention being paid to the rest of her body but unable to stop her hips from moving. Her first climax had only made her hotter and she needed to be fucked hard. Shepard could sense it, and as she began to take the asari, Samara felt a desire to meld starting to grow in her mind. She hadn't been sure she would want to make such an intimate connection, but as Shepard's thumb found her clit and began stroking it, she made her decision. The commander was a woman she cared for, and she trusted her enough to share her pleasure with her.

Pleasuring Samara was helping to keep Shepard's mind off of her own need to come again, but as the asari somehow tightened her azure around her shaft, the tactic was starting to fail the commander. There was something amazingly hot about the sight of the matriarch, still clad in her headdress, her face contorted with pleasure as she rode Shepard and with each thrust, she could feel a little more of her self-control slip away.

"God, Samara," she groaned, her fingers tightening around the asari's hips, "You're so good and hot around me. Not sure how long I can…"

"I know." The asari pushed down hard, taking the commander as deeply as she could. "Will you join with me, Shepard?"

Shepard hesitated for a second, but when she saw the blackness filling the Justicar's eyes, she nodded in ascent. Her mind relaxed itself and she felt the asari's thoughts become one with her own. The flood of extra sensation was overwhelming. The feel of being filled by her cock, of her wet mouth on Samara's tits, of their skin pressed together were pulling her over an edge she had already been teetering on. She began to thrust as hard and fast as she could, and as she felt herself start to explode, she pushed as deep as she could go, once, twice, and then she was coming, groaning out, "Samara," as she did. Above her, the Justicar screamed, "Goddess, yes, fill me," and crashed after her, her body spasming around the Spectre's cock as she came.

Shepard felt Samara's pleasure spill over into her own mind and it prolonged her climax, drawing it out across a timeless interval. She spurted again and again into the asari's azure, coming until she felt like she had nothing more to give her lover even as Samara's release leaked out, soaking the red hair between Shepard's legs. When at last she felt empty, she slumped over, resting her head against the Justicar's ample chest, just enjoying the sound of her breath and feeling more at peace than she had in quite some time. Next time, if there was a next time, she hoped she could last a little longer, but right now, she felt like this had been what not just she but her new lover had needed.