My Lovely


His hands worked at the laces of her thin bodice. She gasped as his mouth fastened on her neck. A slow heat seemed to build and radiate out from where his mouth lapped at her skin and the room wavered even more.

"...What...what are you doing to me?" Shepard managed to gasp out.

He chuckled again and murmured against her collarbone, "I have hardly begun, my lovely, but I have heard that contact with our species has some delightful effects on humans."

His hands slipped down her legs and he easily lifted her so that her legs rested on his shoulders. He was so strong! The heavy chains around her arms didn't seem to slow him at all. She could not suppress a moan as his head burrowed against her thigh, his ridges scraped along the tender skin and left red welts where they passed. The tingling in her mouth had spread to her chest, and a slow throbbing had started in her belly.

When he touched his mouth to the join of her legs, she actually gasped. His tongue was doing things she never thought possible. The room spun around her and she involuntarily curled her fingers around his head to keep her balance, pressing him harder against her.

He seemed to take that as encouragement. His tongue pressed against her harder, and...was it forked? It was definitely forked. There was no possible way a normal tongue could reach so many places at once. His tongue suddenly slid inside of her and she literally squeaked as her throat and muscles contracted all at once. Shepard's neck arched backward as indecipherable sounds emerged from her throat.

She tried to get her voice working, to ask him to stop, but all that she was able to manage was, "Please....please..." She was so far gone that she barely noticed when he laid her down on the narrow bench and removed the iron from her wrists, nor when he stepped back and dropped his white shirt onto the floor. A tiny part of her was yelling to take advantage of her release, but the rest of her was still virtually paralyzed from his touch, and could only watch helplessly as he slid his trousers down his muscled legs.

His bare body was a green blur in her eyes, with his patch a glaring blooddrop over his eye. She managed to get some control back over her limbs and forced herself to roll off the bench, scrabbling for the pistol he had discarded with his clothing. He moved like a shadow over the sun, she didn't even catch a flicker of motion, but suddenly she was back on the bench, her head thudded against the wood, and he was kneeling between her thighs.


A/N: Oh dear, I wonder where he is going with this ;)