The Changes In You.
Bring You Closer to Me 1/?
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Prompt:Kind of liked the idea of Protheans going into heat/ruts, and the possibility of Javik making it his mission to impregnate Shepard.
A little back story for prompt: Shepard has gone into her first heat, little did she know that Prothean beacons not only change the chemistry of ones brain but they also somehow subtly change ones biology as well (hormone changes, the ability touch communicate, etc.) so now while she is recognizably human still she now has enough Prothean DNA to go into heat and carry a hybrid Prothean/Human child.
Prompt: Shepard starts to notice that somethings up when she feels a memory on the Normandy (what memory is up to you,) Mordin does his tests and figures out that Shepard inherited some Prothean attributes. Javik doesn't know why this is happening because his people never intended to "pass on their genes" through beacons, or did they... :) Later on it becomes apparent that Shepard inherited more than touch communication, she goes into heat, and Javik as the only Prothean aboard notices and makes it his mission to take advantage of her situation and impregnates Shepard.
Desiree Shepard started her day squirming in her bed sheets. Her skin was hyper sensitive, too tight, body too warm. Her panties had become a torture device, rubbing against her lips and clit with each step she took toward her shower.
Never had Shepard ever been this aroused for no reason. Sure right around a week before her period she'd get horny for days but nothing like this. The warmth of the water helped little to ease the ache of her body or the sensitivity of her skin.
The wash cloth rasping against her nipples as she washed drew a quiet moan from her lips, it's path over her neck reminding her of her dalliance with Garrus and his rough wonderful tongue. The Commander abandoned the cloth when she came to her mons, soaping her hands and dipping one between her legs.
Light touches to her clit coupled with her fingers occasionally dipping into her pussy had the Commander's mind completely occupied. Her mind supplied her lover, lean, tall, all hard planes and unforgiving ridges. A thick three fingered hand replacing her thin fingers, torturing her under the spray of the shower. Laying her cheek against the chilly, unforgiving stainless steel, she moves her legs open wider, pushes her ass out as if pressing closer to her imagined lover.
The faceless, race-ambiguous male supplied by her mind, whispered roughly to her, voice lightly flanged, more gravelly than anything, while he ground his erection against her supple bottom. Squirming and panting Shepard's fingers stroke at her lips, toy with her clit as her fantasy lover does, free hand plucking at first her right then left nipple.
The first thrust of his cock into her drives her against the wall, dragging a low exaggerated moan from her lips. The second has her meeting it, the third, the fourth – the pace is easy for her lover, and drives Desiree mad. She pushes her hips back insistently over and over, whimpers, moans and begs for more – harder, faster, don't make her wait.
The imagery her mind has supplied is so real that the Commander feels him, not her fingers, not fingers at all. Pleasure washes down her spine, her nipples strain and beg to be touched, her pussy is swollen, wet and greedy for the attention given it. Thrust, retreat, moan, repeat, a teasing swipe at her clit, a punishing thrust, agonizingly slow retreat. On and on it continues until white hot fire licks up the lithe, lean woman's body and explodes in a supernova behind her eyes.
Her cry is loud, satisfied and drowned out by the viscous, primal call of her imagined partner. Catching her breath, Shepard turns and leaning her back against the cool metal and turned the shower head so the water cascaded over her. Soon she was moving and washing herself as if the last twenty minutes hadn't occurred.
Smelling of sandalwood, hair up in it's neat, regulation sock bun, Shepard rode down to the Mess Hall. The doors opened and let in the fragrance of Coffee, reconstituted eggs, frying bacon and toast. The Commander found an easy smile pulling at her lips, someone was eating so maybe, just maybe she'd get some decent grub.
"Lola, aren't you usually up and scanning planets for wayward cruisers already?" James Vega had spotted her rounding the corner, his boisterous light latin accent filling the vast room.
"Got a late start today, James. Whatever you made smells great, is there any left?"
"Not what I cooked, ask the Doc, it was her cooking you smell. I go for home favorites like Juevos Rancheros."
"That sounds good, too" She laughed and turned hopeful blue eyes to Doctor Chakwas. The elder woman rolled her eyes in answer and pointed to the kitchen where a plate had been stashed in the microwave. Cortez was busy making some sort of protein smoothie as Shepard brushed past him and her world exploded.
It was late summer, a sweet smelling breeze easing the fact he'd been sent out on repair duty. Richard would be home before him, probably waiting for him to get home and make dinner. The man never could master a saucepan and heat without burning the house down.
The sky darkened and Steve looked up, a ship he'd never seen before, huge, strangely rock like entered atmo about ten or fifteen clicks north.
Curiosity laced the thoughts of Steve as he looked, work forgotten.
A great cloud the blotted out the sky from view descended on the area where the ship had landed.
Panic.
His communicator went off.
"Richard!"
"Steve – it's the Collectors."
"Oh God – get out of there."
The pain ripped at her and had Shepard sitting straight up on the Bio bed. Confused she looked around, found both Mordin and Dr. Chakwas to her left, looking at her expectantly.
"What the hell happened? My head feels like I headbutted Wrex or Grunt."
"Fainted Shepard." Mordin supplied, moving in with his omnitool before Chakwas could get a breath to speak.
"Curious. Never fainted before. Also reported eye glowing green. Dr. Tsoni provided evidence of this when interacting with Prothean Beacons. Most curious. A puzzle."
"But Cortez isn't a beacon last I checked – he's a crew member."
"Yes, Yes. Big question – why the reaction occurred. Multiple possibilities." Mordin fluttered around her as Chakwas gave her a glass of water and two aspirin.
"Unfortunately, Commander – this is the best I can do, nothing is physically wrong with you. Should take care of the headache, Mordin and I will go over his test results to see what could be affecting you."
"Thanks, Doctor" Shepard replied, gratefully accepting the medication and water, downing it without a second thought. "So Mordin, what fun tests are you going to put me through?"
"Hormone levels, sleep study, brain activity!" He cheerily crowed, holding out a plastic lidded cup to the woman then indicating the needle that would be used to draw blood afterward.
"Lovely." Desiree quipped, easing off the bio-bed and making her way to the bathroom.
On the way there she bumped into the Primarch who'd apparently come down to deck three for a mid morning snack. They'd shared pleasantries but the Commander noted with curiosity how he'd leaned closer and sniffed at her. He'd never done that before – maybe she'd ask Garrus about it later.
Two minutes, a cursing session and hand washing later, Mordin had is specimen and was drawing the Commander's blood.
'He's damn good with a needle,' She mused, 'didn't even feel it go in. More salarians should go into phlebotomy.'
"Have enough. Will bring sleep monitor equipment to cabin before you retire, Shepard. Must have full sleep cycle. Will make sure EDI keeps people out. Will notify if anything strange pops up hormone wise." Mordin cheerily shuffled the Commander from the Med bay, barely giving her time to say hello to Eve who'd come out of life support to spend her day with the Doctor.
Again the Commander noticed that Eve had seemed to take an extra deep breath in her presence, and the female had given her a look of surprise.
'What the hell? Do I smell?' Desiree wondered idly as she made her way to the CIC. Today she was dealing with a few errands for Council personnel, raiding a Cerberus base and heading back to the Citadel. Nothing major – which was good. Her skin had begun to feel too tight, the air to warm...