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Garrus' mandibles slackened with surprise, looking at her with disbelief. "Commander?"
Shepard winced, then got up and paced nervously in front of the tank. She ran her hand through her tightly queued hair, until her fingers ran into the forbidding barrier of the immaculately twisted bun. She knew that she wasn't maintaining her strict control of herself, and that her actions could lead to terrible consequences here. But she almost felt like she was outside of herself, watching herself take a crazy and risky action she normally wouldn't dream of.
"I'm sorry if this isn't welcome, Garrus. But, God help me, hearing your voice like that is amazing... addicting. "
She turned to the sight of him still looking slack-jawed with surprise, but that only lasted a moment. His eyes seemed to spark with some inner fire, and he surged off the couch in an economical coil of motion. Before she could say anything further, he was there in front of her, and her back was awash in the cool glass of the tank behind her.
He was growling in low pulses that made her stare in breathless wonder into a suddenly intense arctic gaze.
She opened her mouth to ask what he was doing when he buried his face into her neck, and growled deeply into the flesh there. Her body shuddered and bowed against her better judgment's will.
That seemed to be all the signal he needed, as he extended his tongue and started to caress her throat with sandpaper strokes, and gentle yet sharp nips. It drove her crazy. She'd never had a lover who took advantage of that sensitive swath of skin from just behind her ear to the top of her shoulder. It invariably gave her goose bumps, and further hardened her nipples, making them ache.
Shepard gasped and put her hand around the back of his head on instinct. She noticed immediately when he stilled, and the timbre of his growl shifted. Going on a hunch, she gently explored the softer skin just behind his fringe. Garrus stiffened under the explorations, and gave a guttural pulse of sound chased by a gasp as she extended her exploration to the underside of one of the spikes. He managed to say in a strained tone "Shepard... if you want me to go, please say it. I can't... control myself if you keep doing that. I've wanted...I"
Shepard shook her head to stop him and very deliberately reached up to slide her fingers along the underside of his fringe again. He shuddered and throbbed another sub vocal of pleasure, making her even wetter as the sound travelled from his chest into hers.
Her triumph was short lived as Garrus seemed to lose an edge of control from her actions. He set to pulling the front lapel of her uniform, shearing off the gold buttons and letting them musically chime to the floor. She in turn yanked at his civvy shirt until the metallic snaps gave and parted, revealing his plates underneath.
If they'd been any less ensnared by the moment, they'd probably have each paused at their respective alien anatomy. However, Garrus just lowered his head again and put his long Turian tongue to good use, exploring her collarbones. Shepard could only inanely wonder if muscles and bones close to the skin were erogenous zones for Turian females as she pulled Garrus' shirt the rest of the way off of his body.
He confirmed her theory by breathlessly whispering against her skin "Spirits... you're so exposed. I don't even have to do anything and you're ...you're there right in front of me." He groaned in all his voices and tugged at her pants, making her grateful there were no buttons there for him to shear.
She was completely seduced by his obvious arousal. It was so hard for her to lose herself in the moment during her past sexual encounters, because she worried about her partners' enjoyment. Their arousal was her arousal. Maybe it wasn't fair, but the human ego was generally too fragile for her sexual needs. It was like a bucket of ice when her partners withdrew and worried about themselves, the situation, their erection... whatever. It was nonsense, and a waste of time that could be spent rubbing themselves against each other, straining for release. She was a straightforward kind of woman.
It was different with Garrus. He was vital, and he was not stopping.
Once she managed to get his shirt off, she pulled back from his questing tongue for a moment to admire his torso. Thick plates with a metallic sheen covered his chest and arms, but as she watched, she noticed them shiver as he took a breath. Intrigued, she gently ran a finger under the edge of the one on his right shoulder. He shuddered at the touch, and the plate relaxed and shifted, exposing more tender skin just beneath. She shouldn't have been surprised that the plates could be shifted, but she was. Shepard realized with a start that she was doing the equivalent of really touching under the clothes with Garrus.
Garrus seemed spurred by her exploration of his body, and dipped his tongue lower. He froze when she drew in breath sharply from his tongue passing over her left nipple, but seemed to deduce that he'd done a good thing when she frantically tugged at his fringe. With a dark rumble, he laved it again.
It was excruciating. The rough texture of his tongue dragged across the swollen peak, and strung her along the edge of too much and not enough. When she gave a half gasped cry, he growled in pleasure and switched to her other nipple. It too was treated to a sweet yet harsh laving, before he experimentally grazed it with his teeth. Sharp as they were, the pinprick of pleasure/pain had her arching, and her core clenching. "G...garrus!"
Garrus responded to her plea by taking his talon to her pants, slipping one in and dragging it along the seam with a wet-sounding obscene rip. The destruction caught her panties as well, and she was bare to his scrutiny as the rent fabric fell to the floor.
His intense gaze swept her body, and suddenly he froze again as he caught sight of her sex, swollen from his attention to her nipples. His sub vocals did a stuttering staccato skid, and he said brokenly "You're...I didn't even... oh spirits Shepard. How do human males even go about daily life, knowing their women are open and bare?"
Shepard didn't have an answer, other than pulling at the fastenings of his pants, and pushing them off his sharp small hips. She blinked at the sight of the plates covering even his lower body, temporarily stymied.
However, upon closer inspection, she saw his plates were off-centered over his groin and slightly pushed outwards. She grinned at her discovery, and reasoned that if one set of plates could move to expose more tender parts, then these could potentially move too.
With a tentative questing finger, she gently explored the edges of said plates. Garrus buried his head in her neck again, and groaned. "Shepard."
Her suspicions were proven correct when the plates relaxed under her attention, and his slick manhood pushed out, filling her hand. It wasn't as long as she expected, but it had a delicious girth, and seemed to be self-lubricating. Her hand slicked up and down his length experimentally, causing him to rumble plaintively and grab her wrist.
He seemed driven beyond words, and only let go of her wrist to pull himself up to align his body with hers, though they still were pressed against the wall. She helped make up for the height difference by hooking her legs up on his angular hips, then marveled at how she'd never noticed that they were perfect for this particular position.
Garrus brushed his member against her folds, making them both shudder. He stopped for a moment, visibly taking control of himself, and holding piercing eye contact before carefully pressing forward.
Shepard didn't want him careful and slow, and leaned forward to nip the space his shoulder plate had exposed on his neck earlier. Garrus momentarily stiffened at the bite, then flanged a deep, almost mournful note before pressing desperately forward, burying himself inside her.
They both shuddered; Shepard at the feel of the girth of him stretching her, and Garrus at the soft silken vice that seemed to give him whatever he asked for. The combination was heady for the both of them. The moment, however, was broken when Shepard moved her hips, silently asking for more.
Garrus responded in full, and pushed forward into that sweet pliant fleshed that pulsed and flexed around him. At first they both tried to move in different rhythms, but quickly adjusted and found one that worked for the both of them. It was a deep, rolling, and methodical motion that hit both of their pleasure spots. In the saner parts of Garrus' brain, he marveled at the color creeping up Shepard's neck as she became more and more tense under the thrusts.
That was his last coherent thought as he drove into her, shifting his hips in a different direction when he noticed that she had a pleasure spot opposite of Turian females. Her higher and higher pitched cries spoke to the most primal parts of his soul as he thrust over and over the spot that forced such music from her.
Suddenly, Shepard's eyes slammed shut and she arched in a perfect bow of pleasure. Her inner muscles clamped down mercilessly on Garrus, and he gasped before thrusting raggedly several more times. His voice joined hers, and his sub-vocals trembled with fragile perfection. She felt the hot rush of his seed filling her further, causing her pleasure to sharpen until almost the point of pain.
They both nearly collapsed as pleasure suddenly cut its puppeteer strings. Garrus managed to save them from ignominy by bracing a hand against the bulkhead and locking his knees.
Garrus eased off to the side, and enjoyed the sensation of Shepard's fast breaths fanning across his mandibles.
"Damn... why did we wait this long?"
He chuckled at her, and enjoyed the sensation of her amazingly flexible body molding to his arms. "I have no idea." Garrus cupped her behind and walked them the few short steps to the bed, easing her down onto her back and following on top.
Once on the bed, Shepard stretched luxuriously before shifting to unwrap her legs from his waist. Only...
Garrus' sub vocals made a discordant jarring note as she tugged against his buried member. "Wait, I'm still... I mean..."
She watched in fascination as a blue-purple flush climbed his throat around his relaxed plates. Then she realized that they might be running into their first issue with xeno-relations. Shepard looked down and experimentally flexed her hips, causing him to groan. Yep, he was still inside. Tight inside, in fact.
Raising eyebrows at him, she returned her gaze to his, and asked calmly "What's happening?"
Garrus' blush extended further, brushing his jaw, as he said almost plaintively, "I uh... I'm filling you. Human males don't do this?"
Shepard's eyes widened, and as she mentally shifted her attention to the place where they were joined, she could feel him pulse, and a warm rush of seed filling her again, as if they were mid-orgasm. She was so used to sex being over after the male orgasm that she hadn't even noticed... he was still coming.
She flushed, then couldn't help her moan at the next pulse. It was only in her most private self-reflection that she'd ever admitted that being filled with her partner's seed really aroused her. It was always over so quickly, and she was never allowed to luxuriate in the hot pulses that filled her more and more, stretching her walls.
Shepard said breathlessly, "No, they usually leave immediat... oh god, are you getting bigger?"
Garrus nodded, looking a mix between uncertain and aroused. "Yes. I'm sorry, it never occurred to me that it didn't work this way for humans."
Shepard closed her eyes and shifted her hips helplessly as his member swelled, and he pumped yet more hot semen into her. She arched, helpless and open to however much he could give her, and loving it. Garrus groaned at her motion, but had enough wherewithal to raggedly ask, "What would make you feel good?"
She could barely speak, she was so focused on the tight ache in her core. Shepard shifted her hips again, and said breathlessly "T...touch me. Touch me here." She took hold of his hand and laid it flat against the apex of her sex, shivering as his talons brushed sensuously under her belly button. The thick large pad of his thumb teased the hood of her clitoris, making her stiffen and bite her bottom lip. He rumbled deliciously, like the murmurs of an oncoming storm, then gently experimented with moving his finger pads over her flesh.
Her reaction was instant, as her muscles drew tight and her sex clenched around him, making him gasp and helplessly thrust into her again. Like a self fulfilling prophecy, this in turn caused Shephard to squirm in pleasure from being so thoroughly filled. His gentle circular exploration of her keenly sensitive bud pushed her over the edge, and she bowed again. Garrus was left gasping and keening as her muscles clamped down on him like a sweet silken torture device, wringing another orgasm from him. "Shepard!"
They collapsed again, breathing like they'd run leagues with armor on. Garrus deliriously wondered how he never knew that human women could orgasm multiple times, and if he'd die from it. When Shepard unconsciously moved her hips again, he managed a strangled grunt before pleading in both voices: "Please, just sit still for a moment and I should be able to... get out. Spirits, I don't think I can see straight."
Jade stilled as directed, then looked up at her new lover with a crooked grin. "Sorry. I don't want to cause an interspecies incident."
He groaned at the terrible joke, then looked at her piercingly for a moment before lowering his forehead to hers. Jade was just about to ask what he was doing when a soothing and somehow sweet thrum washed over her. She relaxed under it, mesmerized as they held each other in what could only be the Turian equivalent of cuddling. She was so busy listening to him that it seemed like no time passed at all before he softened enough to slip out of her, making her groan as the ache between her legs eased. Jade hadn't felt so good and relaxed in a long time. This was her final thought before she drifted off into a peaceful sleep, swept away by his thrumming purr.