Saren was thinking. He was thinking long and hard. He had to find someway to give, Jane the pill, but nothing came to mind. Nothing that didn't require him to go against her trust.
He wanted to crush it up and put it in her food or water, but something about that felt, creepy. He didn't want to ask her to take it, she'd ask what it was then he'd have to explain himself, he doubted he'd be able to. Saren owned Jane, ordering her to take it with no questions asked seemed to be a good idea, but she'd be scared of him.
He sighed. He couldn't think of anything and sleeping with her without it was out of the question. His allergies weren't as bad as hers were. He experience only a slight tingle on his tongue when they kissed, but she described a feeling of numbness with her. That was only a trading of saliva, who knew what would happen if he attempted to sleep with her. He didn't even know if she'd had sex before.
Saren had absolutely no idea how the human body worked. It made him more than a little angry that he didn't know such a thing, he'd been living with a human for almost a year. He couldn't go to Garrus, he'd only do that if he was truly desperate, and he was far from that, but what would he do if he managed to give her the pill? Where would things go from there? How would he bed her?
Driving himself insane with questions didn't appear to be the way to go. He couldn't just ask Jane how humans had sex and what she had going on down there. She barely responded to his romantic efforts, it was unlikely that she would allow him to ask such dishonorable things.
So, the next best thing would have to do. He took to the extranet. Looking up human anatomy and how to have sex with the species. It was difficult to do such a thing, he was embarrassed and he tried to keep his mandibles in one place.
Jane was right outside that door. She was making herself a meal from the book. He knew that she'd be in there for an hour or two, trying to figure out which ingredient was which and how to prepare the food properly. Watching her cook was a humorous thing to do, she was so confused and when she got confused, she got angry. He saw her throw a fruit down in frustration.
"This is stupid," she'd shouted, almost like a child. She was so different when she knew he wasn't watching.
He turned his focus from Jane back to the massive number of anatomy charts and diagrams. Humans were very fleshy, with all of their organs in their torso. The grew hair not only from their head, but also grew little tiny hairs all over their body. He'd never noticed.
They had two pieces of flesh in the side of their head. Their ears, it was what they used to hear. Apparently as a form of foreplay, humans would lick and kiss the outer ear, Saren took note of this down on his datapad, he'd come back to study it later.
He read how males and females were differentiated, then proceeded to read about the females of the species. Human females were usually shorter than their male counterpart and they had a smaller bone structure. They possessed visible breast, asari and quarian were the only others who had these. They enjoyed having an erogenous zone on the breast toyed with, another form of foreplay, he took another note of this.
From the kitchen he could hear Jane. She'd dropped something, then cursed just beneath her breath. No matter how badly he wished to go and comfort her, he stayed where he sat and continued to do research.
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"Shit," she cursed as the knife fell to the floor. Cooking was hard and she was terrible at it. The Asari had to have worked a deal with some sort of mystical being to be able to do this. Earth food was easy, but these asari made recipes would be the death of her.
She wanted to ask Saren for help, he'd cooked with this stuff before, so she was sure he could do it again, but she needed to do it in her own for a change. What would she do when Saren was away on a mission? She couldn't just eat take out every single day he was gone, although the thought sounded tempting. If Saren could do it, she could too, how hard could it be?
As her mind was on Saren, she noticed that he was acting a bit different today. Usually, he woke her up with a kiss, then he'd go to make her breakfast, but they didn't even sleep in the same bed. He said he 'had something on his mind', he he didn't specify. She wondered what Saren could be thinking so intensely about. She wondered if he wanted to send her away.
Jane didn't know why that was her first thought, but it could be true. He was attempting to romance her, in a way, and she was rejecting him, in a way. She found it hard to look at Saren that way. He looked so different. He's tall, muscular, and he's covered in hard plating. The man was just too different than any other human she'd been with. Did turians even have the same…? She stopped herself there. She didn't want to know.
Could she sleep with Saren if she absolutely had to? The thought of sleeping with a Turian never crossed her mind until she'd moved in with him. Now suddenly, it was all she was thinking about. Would she be willing to try if given the chance? Well, Jane found it difficult to think that, she'd already been given the chance to sleep with him.
On the couch, after he confessed to seeing her as an equal. They kissed. The Turian way, then the human way. The way he sunk into the human kiss still made her a bit flustered, but she noted how he stroked her thigh. He was going to sleep with her had she not stopped him. She asked herself if she was okay with what had happened in that situation. She couldn't say that she wasn't okay with it, but she was uncomfortable. Mainly because it was Saren.
She shook the thought from her mind. Why was she thinking such things. She would do her best to keep her relationship with Saren at a friendly level, but that would be difficult. It made her wonder, did she really want to sleep with him?
Jane heard Saren's footsteps approaching. She wouldn't know what to say to him, seeing as she hadn't seen him since yesterday. She had no idea why he was avoiding her in such a way, had she done something wrong.
"Jane," he said, "You're getting better at this."
She looked down at the mess of chopped food. It barely looked edible, he was lying to her, she knew it, "Yeah, thanks." She grumbled.
"I mean it,"
Had he only stopped by to compliment her? For Saren, that wasn't too strange, but his general attitude was weird all day. He was planning something, she knew it.
"I can safely say, that by the end of next year, I'll be able to make something edible," she joked.
"Well, why do we go out for turian food sometime?" He asked.
She smirked, "That's nice and all, but I'm literally allergic to the stuff."
"What if you weren't?"
"What do you mean?"
He opened his taloned hand, revealing a blue pill. It was tiny, she could barely see it, but it was there.
"If you take this, you won't have your dextro allergies. For the rest of the day at least, but I have plenty,"
"So, I won't get sick?" She asked.
"Not at all,"
She took the pill, pinching it between her fingers, "But I'd have to take it everyday, right?"
"You'd have to take it everyday you planned to-" he coughed slightly, "-ingest dextro things."
"I see," she grabbed a cup from the side of the sink and filled it with water, the entire time, Saren watched her intently. She placed the pill against her tongue, then took a long swig of water. She felt the pill go down her throat with the liquid, but let it sink.
"Now, we wait thirty minutes, then we can go out for dinner,"
He sounded far too happy saying this. Saren's planning something, she thought, but she didn't know what.
If this pill was truly what he said it was, then she would be able to ingest all types of dextro things. Saren was a dextro thing. She grimaced. He'd try to sleep with her, she knew it. Jane knew the day would come, but she never expected it to be so soon. She was ashamed to say that she was nervous.
Thirty minutes went by and she had just finished cleaning up the mess she'd made trying to cook. She had no use for this large mess of food today, since they were going out to eat, but tomorrow would be a disaster.
Saren stepped out, giving her a smile. So far that was the only turian facial expression she knew by heart, but she was learning slowly. She looked down at her feet, taking his hand. Her heart was pounding and her mouth went dry.
She had had sex since before the war and even then, she was having a bit of a dry spout. Guys wanted to have sex with her of course, but she'd spent so much time studying and training, that she didn't have any energy for romance. She regretted that now, seeing as her first time having sex in almost two years, would probably be with a Turian.
She'd barely noticed that her and Saren had sat down at a restaurant and he was sitting impeccably close to her. She turned her head away, feeling at his sniffed her hair slightly. She'd seen turians do this before, but never knew what it was. Now she had a general idea.
"Saren, we should order something," she chuckled out nervously and he nodded, pulling away from her.
She looked down at the menu, from what she could tell, turians ate a lot of meat, but barely any vegetables. She couldn't tell what any of this food was, so she struggled to order. The females turian waitress grew impatient, she stood in front of their table with her arms crossed, Jane was glad to see this gesture was universal.
"She'll have the special," Saren jotted in and the waitress wrote it down, walking away after that.
"I'm sorry, I just can't read it," she sighed.
"I'm not angry with you," he slid his hand down to her thigh, she shivered, "You didn't do anything wrong."
She found it hard to speak. Words just wouldn't come out. He caressed her thigh in a way that'd made her shiver, she hadn't been intimate in so long, she had no idea what to do. Did she want this? Was she ready to have sex again? Was she ready to do it with Saren?
Jane looked in his eyes, he looked back down at her. What if this was all just for some fetish? Would it just be a one time thing, or would he continued to sleep with her? She had too many questions and not enough answers.
"Tell me to stop and I will, Jane," his hand eased up her thigh.
"I just don't know," she admitted, "I'm not sure I'm ready."
The warmth of his hand left her thigh, he was so quick to agree. She looked down at her lap. Her palms rested firmly against it. She could feel her heartbeat in her throat and she was sure she was going to vomit. Jane breathed out, not even realizing she was holding her breath, reached her hand up, and grabbed his fringe.
His response was quick. He growled and dug his claws into the table. She grew frightened, pulling her hand back quickly.
"No, Jane, it felt good," he assured.
"I've never seen someone react that way to pleasure," she joked.
"You've never been with a Turian," he took her hand and guided it back up to her fringe, this time keeping his sounds to a minimum.
A few growls still slipped out through gritted teeth, but he did his best to contain himself. All the while, have was digging her nails into his fringe.
Saren's hand found her breast and she gasped. He gave the flesh a gentle squeezed. Jane found herself moaning as he did this, it'd been so long since she'd done this, she forgot how good it felt.
"Excuse me," Jane quickly lifted her hands as if she'd committed a crime when she heard the waitress's voice, "You'll have to do that somewhere else."
"Of course. Can you pack this up to take home?" Saren asked.
The waitress walked off, likely implying that she wasn't going to do anything for a turian who had sex with humans.
Saren grabbed Jane's wrist, "let's take this home, huh?"
She nodded in response and followed as Saren basically pulled her out of the restaurant.
She could tell how impatient Saren was the entire walk home. The way he speed passed crosswalks and pushed people made it obvious. He'd groped her at random times during the walk, causing her to jump, then moan. The walk was truly a long one.
Saren nearly threw her into the house once the door was open. She landed on the couch, watching as he practically ripped his shirt off.
"Saren," her voice shook a bit, "Slow down, I'm not going anywhere."
He kissed and licked down her neck. Not responding to anything she'd said. She sighed and leaned into his mouth plates, the sensation was such a strange one, but she found that she enjoyed it.
Saren unzipped her dress and she slid it down her hips, letting it pool at her feet. Jane noticed that Saren stopped. Was an almost naked human too much for him. The lighting was too good, he could see her and she was sure he wasn't attracted. She eased her hands over her torso to cover herself.
"You're really pretty, Jane," he said and she blushed.
"Please, let's get to the point, this is embarrassing,"
Saren pulled her into an embrace. He was trying to get the cloth away from her breast, but so far he saw no way of doing it, do he did the next best thing, he ripped it from her body.
"Saren!" She gasped in protest, but her stopped get cries with a kiss. His tongue slid into her mouth enjoying the taste of her.
The kiss made her forget that they were two different species. She found herself moaning and panting and grabbing his fringe for support. It'd been so long since she'd been this aroused, she felt like her knees were going to give out any time soon.
Saren pulled away, earning a whimper from her. His mouth moved over her bare breast. He had absolutely no idea what to do with these, but he noticed how some of the skin was a light cherry pink color, he supposed he'd have to lick that.
Sticking his tongue out, Saren ran his tongue up and down the bud. It got harder beneath him and Jane was a moaning mess, that meant he was doing something right, he thought. He grabbed her hips and held her in place, the pleasure making her squirm.
"Do you like that, Jane?" He asked, blowing a bit of breath against her nipple.
She was struggling to catch her breath to speak. She wanted to say something, but she was panting from mere foreplay. Her hands shook and they grabbed his fringe, making him growl, "I love it." She finally managed to get out.
Saren took this as a sign to continue, taking the other rode bud into his mouth and giving it kick from his tongue. She was trembling, but still moaning and pulling his friends with passion.
He eased her back onto the couch, eyeing the fabric that covered her womanhood.
"I'll take this one off," she said when she noticed his hands going near it.
She slid her panties down to her knees, then pulled her feet out of them placing then neatly down next to her dress in the floor.
Saren was quick to pull her knees apart and open her legs. She was dripping wet. He took his finger and dipped it slightly inside her, she was so warm and soft on the inside, it felt nothing like a turian woman. She was moaning from his simply sliding a finger in. Her knees shook a bit.
He pulled his finger back out, noting that her wetness still drenched his finger, "I read that the female made lubrication when she was aroused, but I never expected it to be this much." He finally spoke, taking his finger into his mouth and tasting her.
"Who lubricates with turians?" she spoke between pants.
She bit her lip to hold back a mean as he eased that finger back into her, "Well, the male does." He spoke calmly as he pumped his finger in and out if her. Her back was arching against the couch and Saren held her thigh to make sure her legs wouldn't close.
"God, Saren!" She shouted as another finger made its way inside her. She was no longer in control of the things her body did underneath this form of pressure. Her nails were digging deeper into Saren's fringe, she wanted to pull back, in fear of hurting him, but she needed something to keep her from screaming.
He pulled out, leaving her with a slight empty feeling. She thanked whatever God she could for that brief moment, but she knew it was far from over.
Saren finished undressing. He pulled his pulled his pants down to reveal an erection. A very very large erection. She noted that his penish had ridges and was a noticeable blue color. She looked him in the eye, suddenly, she was very afraid again.
"Don't worry, I'll go slow," he assured and she nodded.
He stroked it a few times before pressing it against her opening. He wasn't even in yet, but she could feel the lubricant coming off of him, she was surprised that what he said was true.
She could already feel herself stretching to accommodate him as he eased the tip inside her. She gasped at the feeling. It was truly as big as it looked, and there was so much more.
Slowly, at a snail's pace, more and more of him filled her. With each in she grew louder and louder, her soft whimpers turning into the moans of a woman who was truly being pleasured. Reaching all the way to the base, Saren let her take a moment to breath before he continued. Jane didn't know if she was proud or afraid by the fact that she was able to take so much.
Saren looked down at her face. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes closed tightly. She'd started to hold on to his back, digging into it when the feeling got to be too much for her.
She was so warm on the inside, warm soft and wet. Saren was doing his very best to hold back and not ravish the woman, but that was taking everything he had. She gave him a nod, a sign that it was okay to start, and he slowly eased himself out until only the tip stayed inside, the he slammed himself back in. She let out a harsh scream, one he wasn't sure was of pain or pleasure. Was he being too rough with her.
"Jane?" He spoke in a worried tone.
She opened her eyes slowly, only letting out a little moan to show that she heard him.
"Am I hurting you?" He questioned and she shook her head lazily.
"Does it feel good," he asked and she nodded.
Saren took this as his sign to continue. His thrust inside her being more than a little rough. Each time he went in, he'd earn a little moan and a slight thrust up from her own hips. It made him feel a bit more accomplished.
Have moaned and panted as he oace only quickened. Each thrust being more pleasurable than the last. And his ridges, the mere thought of them made her quiver, they added a texture to him, a texture that only amplified his strokes. She knew an orgasm would come soon, but she held back as best she could, not wanting the moment to be over yet.
"Yes, Saren more!" She moaned out. This seemed to make him go even faster inside of her. She felt herself losing even more control. Her toes curled as she felt that familiar knot form in her abdomen. Before she knew it, the knot had burst, spilling the pleasure all over her body. Her body convulsed as she orgasmed, but this only made Saren go harder. The feeling of him mixed with the sensitivity she was feeling after her orgasm, she thought she was going to cry.
His talons dug into her hip, his other placed against her things, holding it open. She'd orgasmed, now he'd have to too. He grunted, feeling her wetness drip down his leg. She took his fringe into her hands again, almost sending him over his breaking point, but he stopped himself before, pulling out and earning a sigh of disapproval from her.
He placed himself close mouth, noticing how she looked him in the eye. Did she not know what she was supposed to do with it? He'd heard that humans were able to perform oral on men, unlike Turian women, who had the wrong shaped mouth.
She gave his penis a gentle stroke, his fluid covering her hands. She looked up at him, for a bit longer then took the tip into her mouth. He had a strange taste to him, it wasn't a bad one, but it was truly different. She tried to slowly get him into her mouth, if she did it all at once, she'd surely break her jaw.
She kept at a slow steady pace. Her body still wasn't ready for harsh movements after the unbelievable sex she'd just had. Instead she used her hands to do most of the work, the sound of Saren grunting with each flick of her tongue only making her work harder.
Saren's hands found the back of her head. Holding her head down as he seeded her. His liquid shooting into her mouth. She noted how thick it was. Saren told her she'd have no allergies, so she thought it'd be okay to swallow it, so she did. She gulped it down, letting the stickiness fall down to her stomach.
He pulled back and she looked him in the eye. He was panting and he fell down in the couch next to her. His head falling back and looking up at the ceiling.
"We should've done that much much sooner,"