The Quarian, the Cop, and the Rescuer
In which:
Tali has a thing for cops. Tali also has a thing for being rescued. The guys are happy to play along. (In other words, everything you see here is consensual.)
The C-Sec officer was turian, tall and formidable-looking. Tali waited politely while he sorted through the datapads on the desk. When he finally looked at her with cool eyes, a little chill ran down her spine. "What seems to be the problem, officer?" she asked, trying to keep her voice steady.
"The most serious is a charge of theft," he said in a bland tone, but the doubled resonance of his voice made her shiver. "I've also got you on vandalism and vagrancy. In addition, you were squatting in the maintenance tunnels. We can't have that; it disturbs the Keepers."
"Okay, I was sleeping down there," she admitted. "But I didn't do any of the rest of it!"
He cocked his head at her. "Vagrancy? We know perfectly well what you quarians are like."
"Only because the rest of the galaxy won't let us settle anywhere," she began, but he held up one hand.
"Spare me. I've heard it all before. No, I'm afraid I'm going to have to take you down to holding while we investigate the charges. Can't let you out on bail, not that you could make bail. Every quarian is a flight risk." He reached across the desk, seized her wrists, and snapped on a pair of handcuffs, which contracted to fit her slim wrists. As Tali stared down in disbelief, he stripped off her omni-tool. "I also know what good techs you are. No hacking the cuffs, girl."
Tali tested the cuffs. They were unyielding. "Is this really necessary, officer?"
"Can't take any chances." He scanned her omni-tool. "Well, well, I do believe you have some illegal software here. This is going to have to go into evidence." He put it to the side and stood. "Come with me." Moving around to her side of the desk, he took hold of her arm and hauled her to her feet, firmly.
"Wait!" Tali tried not to squirm. "Please, officer, this really isn't necessary. I'll cooperate. Isn't there some way I can convince you..." she trailed off. He was standing very close behind her, one hand strong on her shoulder.
"Well. It would save me some paperwork. How cooperative are you willing to be?" His head was right next to hers, his voice dark and silky in her ear. He ran his other hand down her back, over her waist and hip, and slowly, deliberately, squeezed her ass. In spite of herself, her body flushed and moistened.
"I... I'll do whatever you want," she whispered.
"Is that so." His grip tightened on her shoulder. One knee slipped between her thighs, pushing her legs apart, and his other hand slid down from her ass between her legs, stroking along her crotch. She could feel the pressure into her private parts even through her suit.
"I don't know what you have in mind," she said, her voice trembling. His fingers felt surprisingly good, and she hesitantly pushed back into him.
He chuckled. "You'll find out. Hold still." He continued bracing one hand on her shoulder, but the other hand moved away. She heard the snap and clank of his armor seals, and then something long and hard pressed into the cleft between her buttocks. She gasped. "Mm, you like that, don't you?" When she didn't reply, he pushed her forward, so that she was trapped between his hard body behind her and the metal surface in front of her. "Answer me when I ask you a question. Don't you like that?"
She was trembling, and admitted to herself that it was excitement. "Yes," she said, her voice quivering, and a little husky. "I like it."
"Mm-hm. I thought so." He rubbed himself against her, between her legs, hard and slow. "Have you ever fucked a quarian man, little vagrant?"
"No," she whispered.
"And why not?" He continued rubbing against her. "You clearly want it. Voracious, I bet you are, hungry for sex all the time. Isn't that right?"
Her sex was throbbing inside the suit, so much stimulation and yet not enough, but she wasn't willing to say so. She cleared her throat. "It's too dangerous... we have to sync our suits for a while to get used to each other, or we could get sick..." she broke off as she heard a click, and realized he was undoing the seals on the lower half of her suit. "What are you doing? You c-can't do that! I could get sick..."
He pushed her shoulder down with one hand, stretching her arms in front of her, and, to her shock, magnetically locked her handcuffs to the metal surface of the desk. "Are you sure you mind, little vagrant? I think I need to investigate to find out what you really want." He detached the suit from her pelvis and thighs, until she stood, shaking, bent over the desk, her ass bared to him. He slid one finger between her legs, feeling her out. He'd taken his gloves off, and his skin felt hot and rough against her. "Oh, you're very wet, girl. And a little swollen, I do believe." He flicked his finger against her tender flesh, and she whimpered at the sharp sensation. He went back to stroking her. "I think you don't mind at all, little vagrant. I think you want me to touch you and fill you and fuck you until you scream. Is that right?"
Just the sound of the words made her grow wetter. Tali closed her eyes. "Yes. That's right."
He stopped touching her, and her flesh ached from the absence. "What's right? Tell me what you want."
"I... I want you to touch me."
"Good." He placed his hands on her bare hips, hot against her skin. "I'm touching you. Now what?"
A whine left her lips before she could control it. "I... I want you to fuck me. Until I scream. Fill me up."
"That's right." And with that, he pressed his cock into her, and she was so wet, so open, that he slid in up to the hilt, and she felt his hips press hard against her ass. She didn't scream, yet, but she moaned to feel him fill her. He set a hard pace, holding her hips firm, pulling all the way out and then slamming into her again, rubbing a circle against her when he was fully in, glorious friction against her ass and deep inside her, and the pleasure was spooling up within her, and then he suddenly stopped moving, and she whimpered in protest.
"You know," he said conversationally, "you have another hole back here." He shifted his hands to spread her ass cheeks apart.
"I did know that," she snapped. "I know my own body."
He chuckled. The vibration spreading through her made her shiver. "Do you? That's nice. You sound a bit testy there. I bet you'd like something in your ass, too. Wouldn't you, little vagrant?"
She shuddered. He knew exactly what fantasies she nourished, just herself and her nerve stimulator. "Yes," she whispered.
"That's good, because I'm going to fill you there, too." He thrust into her once more, slowly, and at the same time worked one thick finger into her ass, and she moaned, trembling, desperately wishing he would hurry up and get her off already. He resumed thrusting, increasing pace, fast and hard enough that the desk shook under her, and meanwhile moved his finger in a small circle, stretching her, making her gasp and cry out, and then he crooked his finger and somehow hit some secret, tender spot inside that sent shockwaves coursing through her body, and she did scream, crying one word. He laughed, sending aftershocks through her, and continued slamming into her, until he too came, with a growl, and she felt him spurting inside her while she lay panting.
Garrus leaned over her shoulder, chuckling. "I don't think saying my name was in the plan, but I'm not going to complain." He withdrew, leaving her feeling empty, and patted her fondly on the ass. "Stay put. I'll be back," he said, trying to resume the menacing tones of the C-Sec officer. The door opened and closed.
"Cocky turian," Tali grumbled. She was, of course, still locked to the desk, bent over it with her legs spread and her ass hanging out. She tried to get herself back in the right frame of mind. Right, innocent quarian detained by C-Sec, and now here she was in this totally humiliating position, where anyone could just come along and fuck her. The thought sent a fresh tremor of excitement through her.
The door opened again, and she braced herself for the officer's return. But the footsteps sounded different, and then a new voice, low, close to her helmet, said, "Are you hurt?"
She opened her eyes and turned her head a little, and saw a human man looking at her earnestly. "I..." She was half-naked, her ass cold, her and the turian's juices still keeping her moist... but she wasn't hurt. "I'll be all right," she said. "Who are you?"
"I'm not supposed to be here, but I can't leave you like this," he said, and reached for her cuffs. "I don't know if I can unlock them, but I hope I can get you off this desk."
Her ears heard get you off, and her sex twinged. The officer was right; she was voracious. And what did it say about her that this situation turned her on? She was a shameful excuse for a quarian, she should never have offered the turian anything... but, oh, the memory of him inside her just made her feel hotter. She gulped.
He worked at her cuffs for a few moments, and then they came free from the desk with a click. "There! Come on, we have to get out of here before the officer comes back."
He helped her stand up, her shoulders aching in protest. "Wait!" she said. "My envirosuit..."
"There's no time to put it back on now, we'll just have to take it with us. Come on! I'll take you somewhere safe."
Tali followed him, terribly conscious of the feeling of air against her legs, and the fact that this human could see her bared. He didn't seem to mind, though, keeping her close to him as they sneaked along, crouching together behind furniture so no one would see them. She became very aware of his skin, smooth and warm and slightly sweaty, and the sound of his breath, baited so they wouldn't be heard. He very politely tried to avoid touching her bare skin, she realized, but the accidental brushes of his hand or arm against her thigh sent shivers all the way through her, and she longed for more contact.
"All right," he said finally. "I think we're safe here, for a while."
"Thank you so much," she said. "I don't know what I would have done without you... the officer had all kinds of charges against me, but I didn't do anything! And then it seemed he might let me go, if I just... cooperated..." she sniffed, admitting guiltily to herself how thrilling it had felt.
"Hey." The human patted her awkwardly on the shoulder. "I'm so sorry that happened to you. Those C-Sec guys are assholes, always abusing their authority. I'm glad I could help."
Her own ass throbbed, pleasantly. The human was so close to her now, so warm. She looked into his eyes. "Is there something I can do to thank you? I don't have a lot of credits, but if I can do you some service..."
He squeezed her shoulder. "You don't owe me anything, miss."
She flung her cuffed wrists over his head to keep him from moving away. "Please," she said, letting her voice drop to a lower register. "I want to." She pressed her naked hips against him, felt him jerk in response.
His eyes widened. "Really? I mean, if you're sure... I wouldn't say no."
"My suit's already compromised," she whispered. "Take off my faceplate." He lifted her faceplate away, and she leaned in to kiss him. He was still at first, his lips warm and surprisingly soft, and then he kissed her back, with increasing vigor, his hands running up and down her back, cupping against her bare ass, pulling her close. He moaned when her tongue invaded his mouth, and pressed his own against hers, chasing her back to her own mouth. They were both panting when they broke off, and he gazed into her eyes.
"God," he whispered, "I never knew quarians were so gorgeous under the suit."
She smiled and blushed, while his hands continued to travel over her. She showed him the suit seals, and he uncovered her chest. She threw her head back as he ran his hands over his breasts. "Oh yes," she moaned. The turian had totally ignored them, just crushing them against the cold, hard desk, and now, freed from their confinement, they ached, those clever human fingers teasing her nipples, tracing circles around them, alternating light and hard touches so that her whole body flushed and her core grew wet again. She pressed her hips into him, frantically, and felt an answering pressure that she longed to see. She lifted her hands over his head so she could work at his clothes. Awkward, with her wrists still cuffed, but not impossible; he left off touching her for a moment to help her pull his shirt off, and then he went back to work on her breasts, also licking and nibbling at her lips and jawline and neck, while she tried to unfasten his trousers.
She managed at last, with a little cry of triumph, and his cock sprang free, hard and ruddy. She reached for it, but he ducked, his mouth now traveling down her chest. He took one nipple gently between his teeth, still teasing the other with his fingers, and she saw stars. She leaned back against the wall to support herself, not sure she could stand unaided any more. He shifted his mouth to her other breast, his tongue swirling around her, his fingers plucking at her other nipple, and then he sucked, and she cried out, pressing his head against her. He laughed, and stood, kissing her again, more urgently. She ran her fingers along the back of his neck, pressing herself into him. His member rocked against her wet folds, and she felt his pulse there, hard and hot against hers; she was throbbing, dripping, so ready for more... "Please," she moaned into his mouth, and he moved his hands to her hips, lifted her up; she spread her legs and wrapped them around him, for balance.
They both groaned, loudly, as he pressed into her. Keelah, he felt wonderful, so thick and hard, and he shifted against her to stretch her more. She flung her head back as he thrust into her, slow but deeply, at this angle, clutched his shoulders and writhed, bucking her hips to urge him on. He increased the pace, but not as fast as she wanted. It still seemed torturously slow, even though she begged and pleaded: more, faster, harder, please, take me. She leaned into him, desperately, her movements frantic enough that she threw him off balance, and they tumbled to the floor together. He grunted as she fell on top of him, fully impaled on him, but now she could finally move as fast as she wanted, and did, rising and falling and undulating, groaning, his hands moving back to cup her breasts and tease her nipples. She pressed down on him hard, and he met her with a powerful thrust, coming with a shout, and the feel of him releasing inside her set her off, and she cried out and collapsed on top of him. They held each other close, shuddering and gasping. As her breathing gradually returned to normal, she heard a click, and the handcuffs unlocked from her wrists.
"All right," said Garrus from the doorway, "I admit I wasn't totally convinced when you proposed this, Tali, but that was way hotter than I thought it was going to be."
Tali looked up to find him leaning against the wall at the top of the stairs, regarding her and Shepard with a spark in his eye, his own erection plainly visible. She smiled. "I can see that."
Shepard laughed. "I'm not sure which I liked better, watching you two or playing the rescuer. Garrus, can I be the innocent C-Sec detainee next time?"
"Innocent? You? I find that hard to believe," Garrus growled. Tali shivered. She shouldn't be ready again so soon, but the tone of his voice sent a flicker of arousal through her body. Judging from the way Shepard twitched beneath her, he felt similarly. Garrus stepped forward and offered her a hand, which she accepted, pulling herself to her feet.
Shepard looked up at them from the floor and held up his own hand. "How about we move this to the bed?" he suggested. "I can think of a few more things we might try."