Part II
He stopped at the threshold of her bedroom, inhaling deeply and trying to gather his thoughts. His throat and tongue felt hot and dry, begging silently for a quick retreat to his abandonned drink. Rubbing his eyes vigourously in the palm of his hand in an attempt to sober up a little quicker, he only managed to make himself loose balance and bump into the frame. He swore under his breath as he entered her room, stumbling and tipsy like a fevered quarian.
Through the closed blinds filtered a dim and pulsating orange light coming from another giant neon sign advertising turian made weaponry. A glowing orange holophic square in the corner marked the place where the turian kept her personal computer, and a couple of twinkling red sparkles near it meant that she kept heat-sinks even there, near her bed. Bed that was strangely placed in a diagonal against one of the room's corner : a plethora of white and red cushions and pillows were spread out on an impeccably smooth white sheet. Each side of the room were covered in waist-high shelves or chest of drawers. He couldn't easily make out what was on those shelves, but he thought he recognized an C-Sec Avenger rifle, quite a collection of colorful books, the shiny metallic sheen of a small turian frigate model and even a plush.
A plush ?
He squinted his eyes, and against the window was resting a small rotound figure in black soft armor. A familiar-faced krogan was staring at him through his furious beady red eyes. He tried jogging his alcohol-addled memory to no end, but he was sure that he saw that krogan stuffed toy before. Unfazed, the dour-faced krogan kept silently judging him from his book throne.
He saw the turian standing up from the other corner of the room, closing a bit clumsily a drawer from the tip of her taloned foot. She turned and approached him, towering slightly over him as she closed the distance between them. It always felt a little strange, he thought, having to crane his own neck slightly backward to look at her green almond-shaped eyes. Her mandibles flapped slightly on the side as she gazed down towards what she was holding in her hands.
« I apologize, I only have... » she let out an annoyed or troubled growl « I only have turian-shaped condoms. I don't think they are gonna fit you. » He smiled, amused by the fact that he never expected her of all people to say something like that. « But I have something that maybe could work. » she continued, her rough voice slightly flustered « I bought something a little while back in a human health-store. The shopkeeper assured me it's a special medical balm that would help prevent chaffing or alergic reaction during... It's meant to be used for when a turian and a human... Look, I can't read the human letters on the thing, but you can. » His smile transformed into a kind chuckled. Her hot breath smelled like the turian brandy she was sipping all night long. And something about the way she swayed her hips standing up betrayed the fact that she was probably as drunk as him. She placed her hand on his shoulder and straightened her neck before adding softly, solemny, as if she was telling him a secret. « You'll simply have to spread it on... yours. And I'll take care of... mine. »
He gulped and frowned harshly, now a little unerved about how serious she was treating the situation. He realized that things could get out of hand quickly and harshly and leave them both in a very awkward position. He felt compelled to try to slow things down, to slow her down or at least assuage her. He licked his dry lips and searched for the most tactful way of broaching the subject.
« Are you really okay with that ? » he asked, putting his hands on her narrow hips, the hard ridges of her bony scales digging against the fabric of her clothes. « Look, what I said about sex wasn't very smart, it's- »
« No, you are right. » she curtly said, her mandibles opened wide on the side « It's about caring and trusting someone, isn't it ? Being able to share and build pleasure with someone ? You're not teaching me anything, you pyjak, sex is something I'd like to do more often and with people I care about. »
The turian lowered her head and her mandibles visibly relaxed. Even though he was looking at her eyes, she was averting his gaze, seemingly staring at his neck, her hand on his shoulder or the white-blue tube of ointment she was still holding out between her talons. « But it's something I want to do with someone I can completely trust. I've been thinking about it more and more lately, and I feel like...» she finally met his eyes as she added in a whisper « I feel like I trust you enought to show you how-»
« You're cute. » he loudly said, grinning from ears to ears.
« I... What ? »
« Take a breath and relax. It's something every one of your kind should do more often. You're taking this way too seriously. » He felt her tensing up under his hands as he continued « Look, I like you. I do. And it would be lying to your face if I say I'd never wondered if I had any chance of getting it on with you. Alright, everything is going to be okay now in'it ? I'll gladly accept spending the night with you here but you have to... You have to calm down. Alright ? One step at a time. Like I said, it's about feeling good with one another, and like you said, it's about trusting each other. Alright ? »
« But... It's not that simple for a human and turian to-»
« No, no, no. » he intterupted with an half-annoyed, half-amused smile and a drunken scoff. « Stop thinking about stuff and relax. Enjoy the moment, let things run their course to their end and let's do something you hate : improvise »
He carefully grabbed the zipper around her collar between his fingers. Her mandibles streched outward as she craned her head backward. « Shush. Relax. » he muttered as he began lowering his hand. The metallic strap slowly opened, its distinctive sound overbearing her rythmic breathing. She let her hand off his shoulder and quickly unfasten belts and buckles around her hips and back with practised efficiency in contrast of his slow way of opening her top. Her belt opened and gave way for his hand to finish its course, finally parting the clothes in a discreet clinking sound. Proceeding carefully and slowly, he tried to take off her stuffy shirt, but the height difference and the unseen nooks and cranies of her bones and scales quickly made the process complicated. She quickly understood from his annoyed frown – and the fact that he was tugging and pulling at her top, jammed somewhere behind her shoulder blade – and helped him strip her. She mindlessly threw the white-blue ointment tube behind her where it got lost between the cushions, and the upper half of her clothes quickly fell on the ground.
He leaned backward to look at her exposed chest : a complex geography of interloping plates and hard looking bones covering her thorax, forming a strange looking tight bowl-like ridge around her clavicles and collarbone protecting the back of her neck, covering the leathery-looking molted skin of her thin neck. Her belly and hips were thin and taunt, the supple skin bending and tensing nicely around her well-defined muscles. Her shoulders, arms and hands were still covered in a strong looking cloth, but through quick and experimented movements she unfastend both gloves and shoulder guard, revealing the same armored pattern of interwoving bone-plates, supple leathery skin and sharp-looking ridges. He followed, fascinated, the complex architecture of her skeleton from the tip of his finger, from the tense skin of her shoulder to her armored elbow and from the nape of her neck to the birth of her hipbone. He made a mental note on how the turian shivered nicely when his hand touched parts of the skin covering her hips and belly, and how she herself was idly stroking against the concave part of her collarbone and soft-looking sternum. He could see her mouth slightly agape, mandibles flapping lazily around her jaw, as the thin slits around her nose opened and closed rapidly following the rhythm of her breathing.
Furrowing her brow, she squinted her eyes and looked straight into his eyes. He felt the sharp tip of her now-naked talons against his side and froze. Some sober part of him now very worried that those talons could easily cut through his skin and make this night of revelry a night of horror. The turian seemed to sense his tension as she aleviated the pressure of her claws, scoffing and muttering a slurred « Shush. Relax. » of her own. He complied and let her find the straps and buckle of his C-Sec uniform, which she quickly undone. His shirt came off much easier compared to hers. He shivered slightly, in part because it felt suddenly colder, but mostly because the turian was exploring his skin as he did hers from the tip of her sharp-taloned finger. Craning his head against the top of her ribcage, he tried to slow down his ragged breathing as he could feel a claw descending ever so carefuly around his spine. He groaned and grimaced as something pricked his skin somewhere on his lower back.
« Ah, I'm sorry. » she murmured, shifting to using the palm of her hand to caress and study his shoulders and upper back. « It's just that your skin is so smooth and... soft. »
« It's alright. » he assuaged, « Don't worry about it. »
Embracing each other in the dimly lit bedroom, he tentatively explored her body as she did with his. His lack of knowledge about the standard female turian anatomy was replaced by an earnest hunger for experimentation, a desire to get a good reaction of his stoic partner. And through some trial and error he quickly discovered that her leathery skin was more sensitive than he thought, especially around her neck, soft sternum, armpits and waist. As for her, it felt like his entire back was putty between her hands : she carefully grated around the scruff of his neck, ruffled his hair and traced the outline of his backbones throught a single talon. The sensation was getting maddening, and something primal – or something drunk – was eager for something more intense. Both of them were beginning to shift frantically from one leg to another. He stretched his neck backward, catching her lust-laden gaze
« This is good, in'it ? »
She simply noded and exhaled.
« How about we try to make it work on your bed ? »
She scoffed and pushed him away. Turning on her heels and climbing on the frame of her bed. Through quite a display of flexibility and nimbleness, she unfasten her boots, stripped down her pants a flash and threw the unwanted clothing items on the side. Her legs were of the same pattern of interlaying scale-plates and leathery skin, with one long bone seemingly proturing from behind the top of her calf. He could see her hands quickly working around her lower hipbone, untiying something black and triangular that covered her crotch. Undergarments ?
« I've never though turian girls wore panties. » he mused to himself.
« Why are you still clothed ? Didn't you wanted to come to bed ? » she quipped inquisitively, her usually rough voice betraying her excitement.
Blinking hard and shaking his head, he absent-mindedly strip downed from his trousers and approached the bed, stark naked and half-erect. He came to a stop when he heard a strange sound coming from her : a ragged hiccups coupled with high-pitched intermitent whines. She was slightly shaking on the bed, using on arm to rest and another one to cover her mouth. She was looking at him with a strange expression. He thought she was suffocating before quickly realising, to his dismay, that she was laughting.
« Now ? You're laughting now ? And you're laughting at me of all things ? » he lashed, visibly upset and quite vexed by a reaction he didn't want her to have in this exact current situation.
« No ! » she chuckled « It's... I mean... Humans do look like hairless primates now that I think of it... »
He let out an exasperated groan and approached the bed, jumping on one leg as he tried taking off his last stubborn boot, but drunkenly stumbled over the abandonned turian shirt and tripped. He caught himself too late and fell face first towards his turian partner, hitting her left thigh with his elbow and banging his jaw painfully against some hip-bone ridge. Sobered by the impact, he shook his head and met her worried gaze, one of her hand softly ruffling through his hair and mandibles streching nervously. She instinctively splayed her legs to let him move. His jaw hurt, but it wasn't going to stop his momentum. Closing his eyes and shifting to get in a more confortable position, he approached his face from her taunt belly and kissed her slightly on the side.
A small surprised whimper accompanied the wet smack of his lips, and he could feel her muscles tensing up from the unusual feeling. A second soft kiss around, lower and to the center, and she shivered nicely. He traveled downard, planting kisses on his road towards the familiar-looking shimmering dark blue slit of her crotch. He was about to reach his destination when she cried out, her eyes alit with a sudden panic. Surprised, he looked up and she grasped his jaw tightly between her hands.
« It's nice, in'it ? » he asked her, perplexed by her reaction.
« It is. It really is. But I know what you're trying to do and you... can't do it. » she said, frustration apparent in her voice. « I don't want you to get... sick.»
« What ? What are you talking about ? » he frowned. « Why do you- »
« We don't share the same molecular structure, you idiot. Don't try it. »
His alcohol-adled mind suddenly remembered the basis of turian metabolism and why it would be a very bad idea to try to ingest an unknown dextro-aminated substance.
« Oh. » he slurred, somehow slightly disapointed.
He crawled forward, then threw his hips on the side to lay down on his back next to the turian. He exhales, surprised by the contrast between the soft, mellow feeling of the matress and the rough and firm texture of the pillows. The room felt like spinning slightly, and his limbs started to feel slightly sluggish. Judging by how his partner was slowly breathing in and out and softly scratching at her neck, she was probably feeling the same way. The project of roughtly and wildly flailing around didn't seemed like a very good idea considering her talons and his sluggishness. They had to find something more of their speed, something they could do soflty, slowly... Something relaxing. She spun around, facing him, head resting on one palm, and started drawing random patterns on his chest through a careful and light use of her talon. Her willowy and thin silhouette was a striking sight in the dim orange light. He never imagined that his partner could look so lovely, that a naked female turian could excite him so. He was glad she proved him wrong.
« Do you have a plan on how to... proceed ? » she meekly asked, a tinge of lusty need in her voice.
He grinned and turned towards her, resting on his side. « I have no idea.» he admited, « But let's keep improvising. Where did you put that "special balm" of yours ? »
A quick search through the cushions and the blue-white rube reappeared. He took it from her and gave half a try to read the small inscriptions on the back of it before realizing that the room too dark, that he was too drunk, and they were too aroused to try to decipher the minuscule notice. He'll have to trust her judgement and hope for the best.
Arranging pillows to comfortably face each other on the bed, she tentatively hooked her thigh over his hips as he slided his lower body between her long legs. Opening the bottle of lubricant, he dolloped a generous blob of biting cold transparent gel on his finger. He saw her green eyes attentively following his hand when he lowered slowly. The slits on her nose amply opened as her breath became heavier and ragged. He couldn't stop grinning, listening to her every sighs and sounds. His hand reached her crotch and touched supple and thought scales, and from the tip of his finger he felt a warm and fleshy slit in-between.
She let out a high-pitched yelp, an octave he never heard her sing before, and her mandibles clacked on the side of her jaw.
« It's cold ! I thought it was for your... What are you- » she blamed, her usually rough and low voice transformed into a panicked chirp.
« Shush. Relax. Concentrate. » he answered in a whisper. « You just have to relax and... focus on what's happening down there. »
The turian let out a half-frustrated, half-pleasured moan as he traced his finger along the small split of her sex. His slow and gentle back-and-forth were quickly echoed by the small swaying of her hips, following his movements.
She growled and exhaled sharply, suddenly tensing up as she frantically grabbed the lubricant lotion. Wringing the bottle harshly, she liberally coated one of her clawed hand with the transparent gel, grunting and sighing softly as she simply emptied the entire tube on her hand. She discarded the medical lubricant by throwing it randomly over the bed and meticulously rubbed her palms together, lowering her wrists towards his abdomen. He crossed her hazy eyes as he sudenly felt something very cold and wet on his hardening member, a shivering sensation that quickly spread on every inches of his sensible skin. Her ministrations were gentler, slower and more careful than his, her sharp talons only brushing against him in an agonizing hint of a scratch. Thought the way she moved her hand over him was pleasurable, his inebriated state and the cold sensation spreading over his lower abdomen made it hard to get his manhood ready for the next part. Groaning and idly mumbling to himself, he simply closed his eyes and concentrated on the scalding hot wetness that snugly held his finger inside the turian. He pushed haphazardly deeper, unable to do anything more than a rough and simple sawing action.
The turian's ragged flange syncopation of her barely kept-in voice worked like an entrancing tune to his ears. More than enought to send both mind and body into a primal overdrive. His fingers left the soaking feeling of her folds to rub roughly against her entrance. A small fleshy nub at the top of her slit brushed against the palm of his hand and he mindlessly started to rub crudely around the sensitive lump. She whined and shifted on the bed, gritting her sharp teeth before suddenly slapping his hand away.
« Be careful ! » she yelped « You're not supposed to be trying to crack a nut over here ! »
One of her hands left his sticky member to caress her crotch, drawing subtle and light circle from just the tip of her taloned phalange.
« It's your nut, you take care of it. » he brashly stated, his addled-mind unable to come up with anything more clever. His humid hand restlessly tugging and pulling at her narrow hips in frustrated anticipation.
« Let's... Let's... » she whispered softly, squeezing the base of his prick.
« Yeah, let's... » he murmured as he shifted his hips between her thights.
He closed his eyes and reached for his hard member, grasping the turian's hand in his.
He fumbled in the dark for a bit. « Wait... Where is your- »
She guided him. « Ah. Here, right here, right... here. »
« Oh. »
« Ah. »
It felt like a snug, wet and smoldering coiling sheath around him. He felt the pointy bone of her calf dig harshly in his thigh as she squeezed her legs around him. The muscles of her loins, rubbing against his belly, oscillating between a state of tense contraction and limp slackening. Her arms hooked around and slightly pulled his shoulders towards her, hands still sticky from sweat and lubricant darting around the nape of his neck or the outline of his shoulder blade. Craning his head in between the bony ridge of her extended collarbone and her thin neck, he layed a soft kiss on the leathery skin of her throat, enjoying the strange taste of her sweat and the delightful feeling of her muscles shuddering as she let out a loud and husky moan. His hands, firmly grasping the hard crest of her coxae, easily guided her narrow hips on a simple and slow back-and-forth motion. At first, he simply pushed and tugged at her, reveling in the way he entered her warmness softly and comfortably. She tensed up, claws inadvertently and painfully pricking his back as her hands constricted. Her breath became even more raspier, more irregular as she started to add subtle gyrations and amplitude to her waist movement, answering his thrusts with a quiet display of flexibility.
He delved deep inside her, embedded in her clingy burning folds. He could feel the topography of her thoracic plates dug strongly against his chest, imprinting his soft skin with the mark and map of her thougher body. Tighthly embraced, he couldn't think about anything else other than her smell, the texture of her scales against his hands, and the warmth that was engulfing his every thoughts and memories. In his momentum and rhythmic bucking, he gently alternated between gently biting and kissing the side of her neck, each time making her produce a loud and lusty sigh. She pushed down hard, straining her head as if to escape his lips. Looking up, he crossed her hazy and unfocused eyes, as if the turian was looking past him. Her red-painted mandibles were quivering haphazardly on the side of her slightly-agaphe jaw, blowing a hot breath on his face that smelled like her turian brandy for every moan she was making. The sight of her pleasured face triggered a strange need in his brain. Gripping the back of her head with one hand, he slowly pushed her face towards him, forcing her to curl up slightly. She blinked hard and her eyes suddenly sparkled, a mix of both panic, anticipation and confusion crossing them for an instant.
It was already too late.
He pushed his lips against her own, discovering their strange and honed roughness. Her scales were warmer than he expected. She tensed and fidgetted between his arm for a second, half-heartedly trying to get away from his embrace before suddenly melting away, her muscles becoming limp and lifeless. He pushed his lips against her face and she answered him, gently catching his fleshy underlip between her flexible plates. Tentatively, he let his tongue pass through the threshold of his mouth, running against the warm and sharp ridge. Soon, accompanied by a moan, he felt the tip of her short, pointed, flexible and fleshy tongue meet his own, flesh quietly brushing against flesh.
She shuddered and twisted, held her breath and exhaled loudly, squeezed and pushed her hips against him, dug her talons harshly over his shoulder bone before her inside felt like coiling tightly around him. She climaxed right there and here, their kiss unbroken, before roughtly and deeply seesawing her hips against his. The imprint of her scales against his skin suddenly got deeper and harsher as she wringed him between her arms and legs. He groaned and grunted, his entire body tensing up in turn, before feeling her slender tongue slide just under his. He bucked violently against her, a wet sound coming from their connected crotches, as he released inside her.
He blinked hard and realized she streched her head backward, staring deeply into his eyes with an unreadable expression as her hands gently ruffled through his hair. Her waist and hips still gently rocking back and forth over his loins. He let the hypnotic sway of her body and intoxicating feel of her hand scratching his head drift him unknowingly to an alcohol-heavy, exhaustion-laden dreamless sleep.