With gentle hands he rolls to her knees, yet her hands are urgent as he mounts her, "Hard Nihlus, take me hard."

The first and second thrust lift her knees until he holds her in place, driving into her as she slicks around him.

She is tighter, shallower like this and he lands against the mouth of her womb with every stroke, her moans become throaty growls in her need.

A hand taps a frantic rhythm against the pillows, announcing her quickly rising orgasm and he finishes her with grinding rolls of his hips.

His talons skim along her back, trailing over the healed marks he'd left before.

"Do it," she croons as she arches into the sharp points, moving on him with exaggerated strokes that skip his talons over her skin causing welts to rise.

"Soon," he soothes, slowing his pace yet rocking her with thrusts that nearly free him from her clenching sheath before sealing them together again.

The sound of flesh coming together draws DeClan from his sleep.

The damn Spectre is on to him.

He's turned on the speakers while the two siblings were asleep.

Grunts and hungry mewls punctuated by wet strokes assault his ears while his eyes take in his lover being rutted upon.

A hand buried in her hair turns her head toward the camera, her irises are tinted a clear aqua, face slack in pleasure, mouth open.

The skin at her hip is abraded, there's a dual trio of angry red welts along her back.

His cock springs to life when her pleasure husked voice fills the cabin, "Harder, Nihlus...please!"

"You never answered my question, Daron," the Spectre's voice growls setting DeClan's own cock throbbing.

"What will you give me?" Nihlus asks again, increasing his pace to match her panting breaths.

DeClan's cock is forgotten, he needs to hear this.

He knows that Adan will honor her word no matter how or when it is given and he hopes to hell he hasn't lost her to the Spectre.

"Me," she gasps beneath him.

"Say it again," he croons, his head going back, mandibles tight against his face.

"I to you and you to I," she cries out, stilling the Turian's movements.

DeClan watches as the Turian leaves his sister, turning her onto her back, "Daron, you do not know what you are asking."

Her eyes have become a clear silver, belying her intent.

She knows what she is asking.

She pulls him into her, "I to you and you to I. My sword yours and yours mine. The Spirits are our witness, no others are needed."

For several minutes he doesn't move or answer her.

"I've made a mistake," she draws away, freeing herself from him.

Turning her head, she throws an arm over her face to hide the lone tear that courses over the bridge of her nose.

The silence is broken by a harmonic chiming as he rubs his mandibles across Adan's breast, collarbone, up both sides of her neck then across her cheeks before gathering her up into his arms.

"I to you and you to I. My sword yours and yours mines. The Spirits are our witness, no others are needed." He repeats, his harmonics rich, ringing the last words with a closing finality.

One hand wraps Adan's legs around his hips, the other holds her to him.

"There will be blood, pain and pleasure, do you accept? Do you submit to this, to me?" He asks his forehead to hers.

"Yes, to this and to you," she answers her voice strong and clear.

There is a sharp cry that becomes a low moan when he lays her back into the pillows, his hips working in short, hard snaps.

"Nihlus," her voice drops below the speakers range but it picks up the Turian's response, "And I you, Mate."

"Where shall I mark you?" He coos lifting up to bare Adan to the camera, his eyes bore through the lens as if he can see DeClan.

Her entire body is flushed, the hair that frames her face are springy ringlets that stick to her skin.

Her breast bounce with each stroke, the nipples tight points that beg to be teased, which the Turian does with expert familiarity, arching her back.

He leaves her, lifting her hips to his mouth, his long tongue appears to lap at the lips of her sex before parting them to reveal the pearl that is nestled there.

With a quirk of his mandibles he takes it into his mouth.

"Everywhere, anywhere," she screams bucking into his mouth.

Her entire body trembles as she fills his mouth.

He takes his time lapping away every drop that she spills for him, winking at the camera as he slides her onto the expanded girth of his length.

The sound is cuts once Adan is fully impaled on the Turian, her head rocking back, offering her neck to razor sharp teeth.

The male turns her chin with his own, sinking his teeth into the flesh between her neck and shoulder, pulling Adan onto him with each stroke growing progressively harder.

She holds fast to him, her body enveloped in the tell tale firefly glow that reveals how far her control has slipped.

The mental dam she obsessively maintains has broken, bleeding over her and her lover.

Familiar lightening trips over Nihlus' body.

They start small, increasing into a full blown barrier when Adan's head drops back.

Nihlus croons his mating song to the woman in his arms as her voice breaks becoming hiccuping sobs with her orgasm.

"Are you ready for me, mate?" He asks rolling the title over his tongue.

"Since you asked the first time. I trust you." She presses her lips to his mouth, emitting a croon of her own when he slips his tongue into her mouth.

There is a small whimper when his cock thickens even further, the ridge and nodes swelling to lock him in place.

The sounds of discomfort give way to moans of pleasures when several nodes rise against the wonderful spot that sets her off around him.

Her head falls onto his shoulder.

Her body shudders as the aftermath of one orgasm becomes a full blown release that nearly steals her conciousness.

"I am yours," he purrs into her flesh as he fills her.

The purr becomes a roar when she closes around him.

In seconds her breath falls into the even cadence he recognizes as sleep.

He lays her down, over loads the security camera with his omni-tool and draws the thick curtain around his nest before joining Adan in sleep.