A/N: Well, I said it was going to be a bit dark and certainly smutty and this chapter is all that. Please do NOT read if you are uncomfortable with detailed descriptions of sexual acts, or questions of consent (only because Shepard is currently drugged). Although this chapter is pretty smutty, it is actually setting up a bit of conflict that I will develop in later chapters. Read, enjoy, and please review!
Desire Realized
"Garrus," Shepard said, sounding like the lucid Shepard he knew instead of the drugged up version.
"What?" he bit out, trying to push down every turian instinct he had right now. He was definitely reacting to her aroused state…and the fact that he already wanted her before this debacle.
"Garrus," she started again, and pulled her hands out of his grip, "I know I'm high. I know the Hallex is doing this, but it's…painful. I need you. I want you."
Garrus had heard of extreme arousal causing pain before—mostly stomach cramps in his people—and he would do anything for her, but he wasn't convinced. This was the drug talking, and to take advantage of her now would be beyond disgusting.
"No," he finally said, proud of his resolve, "If you really want this, we'll talk about it more when the drug is out of your system."
He was surprised to see Shepard slip into a fighting stance. "Then we'll fight. Perhaps this will help."
Garrus didn't react quickly enough and received a well-placed punch to the recently injured side of his face. It didn't hurt. In fact, most that part of his face was a prosthetic anymore and Shepard knew that. He winced when he saw her shake her hand out, reacting to the pain. She wouldn't be much a match for him with dulled wits. But, he would humor her and perhaps she was right—maybe this would help the pain. Or at least distract her long enough for Kasumi and Wrex to handle the situation. Fighting he could do—even though he desperately wanted to fuck.
Shepard tried her best to concentrate. She needed to get Garrus mad. And then pounce on him. The Hallex seemed to enhance her natural stubbornness, and there was no way Garrus was leaving this room without making love to her. She was a master tactician, and he was simply another complex battle. And she really, really wanted to win. She saw that her punch to his Cerberus-enhanced cheek had the desire effect. He thought that she was high and not a physical threat. Perfect.
Garrus was surprised when Shepard swept his feet, and barely caught himself before hitting the ground hard. She quickly climbed on top, forcing his hands to his sides. While she was definitely stronger than a normal human female, he was certain that he could push her off of him if he desired to. But, that's exactly the problem—desire. This became more problematic when she began to move her hips. His plates had shifted a while ago and now he was fully aroused. He tried to smother the low growl that emanated from his chest without much success.
He looked up to see Shepard's eyes closed, as she rocked back and forth on him. No, no, no, he thought, this can't happen. Quickly flipping her on her back, he pinned her hands above her head. He began to pray for patience, what was that old turian psalm? Oh, yes. Blessed art thou who show courage in the face of death, Blessed art thou who face the enemy and do not falter….
Just then Shepard wrapped her legs around his hips, squeezing her thighs and driving any coherent thought from his mind. He leaned down cautiously and licked her neck. Spirits, this was wrong, if he gave in, even a little bit…She let out a loud moan that inadvertently masked the door opening, but Garrus' heightened senses picked up on the scent quickly. Male, turian, and aroused. No way was he coming anywhere near Shepard. He gave the newcomer a snarl. An initial warning that the other turian looked ready to heed, but then the batarian—Bern was it?—entered.
"Now, don't get pissed, Mr. Tolos," Bern said, holding up his hands, "We warned you about closing the door. This other turian isn't blessed with as many creds as yourself, so we said he could watch for a nominal fee and he'll warn us if you start messing up our property. And you'll let him watch or the deal is up, and the human goes to another patron."
Garrus stilled, trying to control his anger and think about the situation. He looked down at Shepard, who looked clearheaded and she nodded for him to continue. He sighed in resignation. And with an audience. Just getting better and better.
"Don't worry Mr. Tolos," the batarian said cheerfully, "I've already told him that there would be no touching—not for the creds he gave us. Simply watching. I'm sure you'll give a good show."
With that the batarian left, and the turian with red marks sat in the corner with a what looked like a beer. He made no sound and no gesture, and Garrus thought it best to pretend that he wasn't even there. And slowly his lust and his desire to love her began to overwhelm his guilt.
Selene Shepard was getting what she wanted. She was hazily aware of their "spectator" but all she could think about was the turian in front of her. Selene let out a small moan when Garrus leaned toward her, nipping her neck. He moved down to her chest and she struggled against his hand that still pinned both of her arms above her head. She desperately wanted to help him shed her clothing. There should be nothing between them.
As if answering her plea, he slowly worked the knot of her halter-top bra until it fell off. Nimble talons. His tongue found her nipples and this increased the screaming arousal that pervaded her body. He released her hands so he could remove her skirt. Quickly she tore at his clothes, and Garrus was soon naked in front of her. Her hands quickly found his fringe, his mandibles, and then his cock. She memorized the strange swirls and ridges with her hand and finally noticed that he had stopped moving. Rigid, he let her explore, but he didn't move further. He simply knelt between her naked thighs, and let her hand explore.
Patience, he whispered to himself. She didn't know what she was doing, that he was sure of. To touch a male in this fashion was to invite a violent reply. Turian females rarely got this close to a male. It was…well, unsafe. But, Spirits, did it feel good. Too good. If he let go of his iron-clad control, he would hurt her. He was still frantically searching for a way to not have sex with this very enticing and willing female beneath him. But his fate was in her hands. Literally.
Shepard's sapphire eyes bore into him like no other, and she rose up to her hands and knees. Breaking the hypnotic gaze, her mouth quickly found the tip of his member and he gasped as her wet warmth surrounded him. With a rough growl, Garrus took a handful of Shepard's hair and pushed her down on his cock. Hard. She squealed at his sudden force, but quickly accommodated him, taking a large portion of him into her mouth.
The sight of this was too erotic. He closed his eyes to make it less intense. Big mistake. The feel of her soft, wet mouth moving over him was enhanced and he let out a low, long moan. Apparently pleased by his reaction, her mouth began to move faster. Soon realizing she would be unable to take in his entire length, she moved to sucking and licking the sensitive underside of his cock, driving him wild. Unable to even kneel any longer, he eased himself to the ground, and she followed.
Wanting to reciprocate the staggering pleasure that she gave him, he utilized his considerable reach and grabbed one of her thighs. Understanding his intentions, she spun around to straddle his mandibles, never stopping her own ministrations. He began to explore her anatomy with his tongue and was rewarded by some very feminine moans that teasingly vibrated on his length. Garrus found the center of her pleasure, and the more he teased this part of her, the harder she sucked on him. His pleasure melded with hers and as her muffled screams joined his rather loud growls, he knew it was only a matter of time till he would be inside her.
If someone had asked Selene Shepard how this mission would go, ending up in a 69 position with Garrus Vakarian wouldn't have even been on her list of expectations. But that's exactly what was happening, and it was just as mind-blowing as she thought it would be. His tongue was currently darting between her clit and her entrance, teasing her to the point where she would come with the slightest of friction. To express her pleasure, she sucked and licked her partner to the point of deep-throated screams. At least that's what she thought he was doing against her thigh. Or was that more of a growl? Whatever it was, it seemed to heighten her own arousal.
"Garrus," she finally made words, releasing him from her mouth, "Please…"
He quickly found her clit and she came hard. Nails digging into his thighs, she cried out her pleasure while riding his tongue. Slumping over to the Garrus' side, she let out a sigh of exhaustion and satisfaction.
As Selene fell to the side of him, her supple behind rose to his attention. He had many orgasms, alone in the battery, thinking of this same ass. Trying to put her back on all fours was a difficult job though; her arms and legs were still weak from orgasm. Suddenly he saw the other turian in the vicinity and growled.
Holding up his hands in the universal 'I surrender' gesture, he spoke quickly, "Let me hold her up for you. I promise I won't touch anything…important."
Before Garrus could answer, Shepard slipped her hands into the turian's outstretched talons for balance and now she was in perfect position. Eyeing the other turian for second to make sure he wasn't going to try anything, he quickly entered her. He didn't know why the other turian would 'help,' except to touch at least a little bit of Shepard, but right now he really didn't care if the other male was holding her hands. She felt amazing. Wet and warm. He slid effortlessly inside her, and began thrusting his hips in earnest.
Garrus felt wonderful. Selene arched her hips to meet him, accepting the full brunt of every thrust. Curious, she looked up to see the other turian watching her silently. He wasn't bad looking. Obviously a merc, scarred and a little older, too. His eyes were filled with desire, but he made no move to touch her or to make her touch his obvious arousal. Without thinking, Shepard slid her hand from his talon, to his cloth-covered cock. He let out a slow hiss and arched his member into her hand. Ohhh, Garrus felt so good. And she could make this turian feel good too. For some reason, that intensified her excitement. Quickly working the other turian's breeches, she freed his cock and a moment later it was in her mouth. She felt Garrus pause for a moment and then he fucked her with even greater strength. His talons dug into her hips, just as the other turian took a handful of her hair and began to fuck her mouth. Her body sang in delight.
At first Garrus didn't know how to react when he saw Shepard blowing the other turian. He should be disgusted, but the only thing he could think of was how erotic she looked doing it. Spirits forgive him, but it turned him on. He gave into his sick predilection and fucked her harder, taking sadistic pleasure out of how both he and his countryman used her, filled her.
Both Shepard herself and her actions with the other turian was enough to push him over the edge. He shouted out his orgasm, rocking her into the other males cock. Apparently that was enough for the other turian, because he quickly came as well.
Selene was filled with turian, and if she hadn't had low inhibitions caused by the Hallex, this may given her pause. She should feel shame, and perhaps she would feel that later—although she doubted it—but right now she just felt…great. The other turian was the first to release her and he grabbed his breeches. Once clothed, he made his way to the door.
"Wait," Shepard called and he turned back, "What's your name?"
"Serrick," the older turian growled, and quickly left.
Garrus drew her close to him, and they both kneeled into an easy embrace. Selene could hear his heartbeat, still fast from recent…exertions.
"Why did you ask his name?"
"Well," Selene replied matter-of-factly, "I always want to know of the name of people I'm intimate with. Usually more than that, but I suppose this was special circumstances."
Garrus pulled away from her and she wondered what she had said. Oh, well. They would sort that out later. Knowing Garrus, it would be a horribly awkward conversation. And incredibly worth it. But now, it sounded like they had batarian's to kill. Oh, and they had to get dressed too.