A/N: As promised, an early chapter. Of course, I would be loath not to mention that this chapter once again is a prime example for why I rated this story M in the first place. Then again, the nature of the upcoming content should have been obvious if you read the last chapter.
Oh well. Too late for any regrets now. Here it is!
Oh, thank god…
Despite the chilling temperature of the water, the feeling of the refreshing liquid running down my face was rather heavenly. I gargled the filtered fluids, letting it soak into all my pores, imagining that the layer of grime that had accumulated on me was rushing down the drain in sheets. After all, it had been a few days since I had taken a shower and had been rather rank as of late. There was an all-in-one shampoo/soap combo available, so I made sure to liberally apply that until a thick and foamy film coated me.
Best shower ever.
All of my fierce scrubbing and washing managed to be completed within the three minute time limit. I spent the last few seconds staring up at the flimsy shower head when the torrent stemmed to a dribble, the timer having immobilized the flow. I used the next minute to air-dry for a bit while I trimmed my beard with a razor, cropping it down so that it did not look all wild and straggly. Now, after I had washed my face to rid myself of the clippings, it looked neat and proper, good enough for a day at the office. I grabbed at the towel I had hanging to the side and after dabbing at my soaked beard, pulled it around my waist and exited the portable shower for the next person to use.
A queue had begun to form by now, a file of barely dressed civilians or soldiers of multiple races waiting to utilize one of the makeshift tents that could remotely be called showers. All of the tents were connected to a portable reservoir and it was from here that the water was rationed out in minute increments through makeshift piping that tangled overhead. My pistol and bag were in the same place I left them in the room and I quickly pulled on a fresh shirt and pants. Ah, much better than wearing a combat vest that chafes your shoulders all the damn time. I shouldered my pack once I brushed my damp hair flat and proceeded out of what used to be a terminal of the London Underground and down the stairs towards one of the ancient stations.
I had to climb down onto the train tracks and follow the lit path until I stumbled upon a cavernous room through a hole in one of the tunnels. White translucent tents, barely as tall as me, sat erect in rows of twenty, their backs to one another as portable generators hummed loudly. There looked to be tubes running from the sides of the tents that connected into a device powered by the generators. Odd sort of sight. Hard to tell what those devices were at a glance. Perhaps Nya could elaborate more on that.
Coincidentally, Nya sat on a stone bench just to my right and rose as I approached. There were no words shared between us as we met, just a simple hug that lasted for barely five seconds. But when Nya pulled away, she seemed to be glowing.
"It's just this way," she indicated as she took me by the hand. Completely at her whim, I surrendered myself to her grip. Nya led me to a tent at the far corner and used her omni-tool to allow us passage inside.
The tent was an odd contraption. It was a stiff skeleton surrounded by a translucent tarp-like material. As soon as we entered, I was reminded of being inside a house undergoing fumigation. Another oddity was that there appeared to be some sort of airlock that separated the main sleeping area from the outside world. The flaps sealed shut behind me and an overhead vent connected to a tube began to pump in disinfectants (I only knew what it was when I could feel my nose burning). I coughed and my ears popped. Apparently this airlock was changing the atmosphere to make it more sterile, decontaminating it and facilitating suit-removals if need be. I was sure that the technique was not perfect, but it would have to be good enough for our purposes.
The inner flap opened and Nya and I ducked our heads and proceeded inside. The interior of the tent barely had enough room for the both of us, and with my things strapped to my back I was beginning to feel claustrophobic. However, we were not completely crammed in, and the removal of my pack helped lessen the uncomfortable sensations.
As the inner seal pushed itself shut, I could hear a hiss emanate from the middle crack. I pushed against the taut material with a finger. "Never knew the quarians had equipment such as this. Is this airtight?" I asked.
"Soundproof too," Nya said mischievously before she tilted her head. "And actually, we didn't invent them. They were donated to us from the salarians a couple months ago, knowing that we would need portable centers to treat any wounded soldiers in the field. Is…do you think this is good enough?"
Hell, of course this was good enough! This woman is fussing over appearances and I know that we might be dead in the course of a few hours. As much as I wanted to make a quip, I bit my tongue sharply. Instead, I eyed only the paltry blanket that lay on the floor, ragged and torn. Don't tell me that that was supposed to be her bed? Surely she could not be serious about that?
"It's perfect," I said instead as I reached towards my backpack. "But, I think that I can improve it a little bit."
"How so?" Nya asked.
"Just watch."
I unhooked my sleeping back from the top of my pack after kicking off my shoes and socks, and rolled it out with a flourish. It was almost as long as the tent and although not as thick as the mattress of a bed it was certainly more comfortable than lying on just a thin blanket. I also removed my inflatable pillow and tucked it at the head of the bag after puffing into the slot a few times. Now the tent looked much more inviting and a bit less homely. It would also provide protection from lying on a hard surface and getting a bad back as a result.
I also grabbed two towels out of an outer pocket and set those aside for later. Many people have no idea how handy towels could be in certain situations. From the same pocket, I took out two medicine canisters; one containing an antihistamine, another of epinephrine, two things that the duty officer at the FOB happened to have on hand. From what I had heard, this stuff would be a godsend for my intended purposes.
Nya spotted the canisters as well as the drab-colored pills that I tipped out of their containers. "What are those?" she asked.
"Allergy medications," I said as I popped the pills in dry. It was a little hard to swallow without any water and I could feel two lumps travel down my gullet rather painfully. "Probably more than I need, but I'm not taking any chances. These will help negate any side effects that come about from me…err, ingesting anything."
"Probably a good idea," Nya nodded. "I took a triple dose of antibiotics beforehand as my solution. However, I heard about this drug called Reversal and that it might be better for something like this? I mean, you deal in this sort of thing. What is it?"
"Oh, that. Reversal is a gastrointestinal immunosuppressant. Basically, it blocks the white blood cells in the body from attacking any reverse-chiral substances that are ingested, saving the person from debilitating cramps. I actually saw that they were offering some at the FOB, but I decided to stick with the medication instead."
"And why not the Reversal?"
"Because what the label does not tell you is that you have to purge your system after consuming Reversal otherwise your digestive system is just going to be screwed up. And I don't know about you, but I would prefer not to throw up if I can help it."
"Oh. Ew." Nya's eyes squinted in disgust. "No, I did not know that. In any case, I've exhausted all my options to make this manageable for me. Are you sure that you are going to be fine – I mean your immune system as well?"
"Honestly, I don't really care all that much," I shrugged as I shoved the packet back into my backpack and placed it near the tent entrance. "I can't die from doing this, so between the both of us, I'm the last person that I'm worried about. I think that exercising caution in your case would be best. All you should have to worry about is…well, residual germ contact from me. Hopefully that will be all you are going to be exposed to. I made sure to shower as best as I could, brushed my teeth and everything, and did a complete disinfect."
I took a moment to collect my thoughts so that I could keep on describing how cautious I was in my planning. But before I could even get start on voicing the bulk of my worries, Nya shushed me by placing a gloved hand to my mouth. "I'm going to be fine," she gave a light laugh at my sudden speechlessness. "You don't need to worry about me so much."
Nya removed her hand but I quickly grasped it and looked her in the eye. "Nyareth," I said slowly, making sure to use her full name so that she would know how serious I am, "I'm not the one who could potentially die from doing this. I can't help but worry for you."
Nya sat still for a moment before she gently patted the back of my hand. Her eyelids became slits in what I could only infer was because she was smiling widely. The icicle in my chest began to melt, allowing me to breathe a little easier.
Very carefully, our hands began to cautiously explore the other. Nya's fingers traced down my neck to my shoulders while mine slid up her strong thighs, rested on her prominent hips for a moment, before they halted over her breasts. Nya sighed as I gently fondled her, my own hesitation beat down as a memory of me, burrowing my hand in between Nya's legs while she loudly moaned with pleasure, came to mind. I leaned forward and gently kissed the top of her chest, now able to hear the soft noises of Nya's suit stretching as it conformed to the movements of her body.
While we were doing that, Nya scooted forward so that she was now sitting on my lap, her legs wrapping around me in a perfect fit. Our chests were barely touching and I could see how heavy that Nya was breathing as evidenced by the rapid rise and fall of her stomach. I detected a little tremor that ran through her. She was nervous.
Softly stroking her neck, I then used my fingers to push Nya's hood back, off her helmet. She looked oddly vulnerable without it covering the black metal and the wires that pumped in sterile air that connected to the back. My face did not change expression but I was secretly fascinated with seeing even this part of Nya that had been previously invisible to me. I was sure that my excitement was distinctly palpable for I was getting jitters throughout my body as, yes, this really was happening.
"Just take your time," I spoke as I ran a hand over her vocabulator. "I don't want you to be too nervous."
"That…" Nya's shaky laugh betrayed her, "…is an impossibility, I'm afraid."
"If you need more time-,"
"-We'd be here all night," she interrupted with a frustrated grunt. "Screw it, I've waited long enough anyway."
A bit of me wanted to protest that such a gesture was not necessary and there were less deadly ways to show care to another, but I could not hold the woman back from what she had clearly wanted to do for some time which, in some selfish manner, was also what I wanted. I sat centimeters across from her, enraptured, as her dexterous fingers depressed the seals on her blood-red visor and slowly pulled it away, revealing what had to be one of the most stunning faces I have ever seen in my life.
My mental picture of Nya had gradually changed over the years as I had come to know the woman more, imagining her features in all of the combinations that I thought possible, but all of them now were drastically inferior to the reality of what was in front of me right now. The first thing that I noticed about the timid face that peeked out at me was the color of Nya's skin. It was a light, cool gray, like nothing I had ever seen before. The milky lighting that passed through the tent gave her skin a bluish hue, softly washing over her cheeks. Her lips were of the same color, blending into the rest of her skin. A cute nose jutted out from a thin face, flaring in response to the cold air in the tent. Two beautiful, pure white eyes shone through the dimness, peering into my soul – their luminescence only enhanced her alienness, yet I thought that it was breathtaking. A band of freckles dotted her face underneath her eyes and two black marks like calligraphy strokes rose up from Nya's eyebrows to her scalp, dimly reminding me of my tattoos.
On her left cheek, the one currently hidden in shadow, there was a thin, whitish mark there that seemed to be slightly raised. It was a scar, I realized, that marred her otherwise unblemished skin. I found myself pondering about that scar for a bit longer than I intended, wanting to know how she got it and where it came from.
She was crying, as evident from the damp trails that ran down her face. For what, I had no idea. Was it because she was afraid that I would find her unattractive? I knew that her face was going to appear humanoid and that there were no mandibles or anything particularly displeasing to the eyes. Truthfully, after having known her with a visor on for most of the time, I don't think that I would have cared either way of how she looked. Her expression at the moment was breaking my heart though, for it had to be the rawest form of unease and fright that I had ever seen on a person before.
Very gently, I raised my hands and cupped Nya's face. She let out a gasp as my fingertips brushed her skin. That must have been the first actual physical contact she had ever had with someone in her life. She was allowing me to do this, to be this close to her while everyone else could not! I don't think that I could imagine how her ultra-sensitive skin could be responding to such stimuli as us humans, in comparison, had nerves dulled through experience. Simply put, we took the sensation of touch for granted.
I brushed away Nya's tears with my thumbs and gave her a warm smile, slowly gaining back the power of speech after being transfixed from her natural beauty.
"Hello Nya," I whispered as I positioned my face closer to hers.
"H-Hello…Sam," Nya stammered out, but managed a shaky smile after giving out what seemed to be a combination of a sob and a laugh. God, I could finally see her smile! She possessed a perfect row of blinding white teeth that hinted at ancient predatory origins. She gestured to her face with a trembling hand. "I…I hope…I don't seem…hideous to you."
The incredulity of that statement nearly caused me to recoil in surprise. Hideous? Her? Good lord, this woman's self-esteem was crumbling by the second yet she apparently had no inkling of how she really looked. Words could not form an appropriate counter, so I did what could only be described as the most natural course of action to me through my ever-increasing tunnel vision. I closed the last few inches and kissed her.
Ah. Finally.
There was an initial jump from Nya once our lips pressed together, but she very rapidly settled in to the pleasant sensation. She whimpered and I groaned as we fell into a clumsy rhythm, each one of us not knowing the magnitude of how badly we wanted this. I could feel our hands coming together, clenching the other's fingers while we sat and kissed passionately, our arms wrapping around the other and drawing us close. I inhaled, bringing Nya's exotic scent to my nostrils. It had a unique musk, one that was definitely not human – yet still female - but it awakened something in me that had long laid dormant. Our kisses ended with us sucking on the other's lips (Nya fumbled a bit at first but quickly got the hang of it), gently pulling away only to come back for more after a quick breather. Christ, she was just so soft.
I did not want to escalate things at a fast pace, but Nya apparently had other plans. In the middle of a kiss, I could feel her tongue began to poke from her lips and stop at my mouth, unsure of what to do. With a sudden revelation, I too opened my mouth and met her tongue with my own at the middle. Her hands practically flew as they wrapped around my back and we began to rock back and forth as we made out. The feeling of our tongues sliding over each other was quite arousing, as was her intoxicating taste. It was a very erotic moment with this woman – an alien, mind you - whose face I only saw for the first time just a few minutes ago, yet here I was, hungrily kissing her like I had her features engrained in my head for years.
Nya's hands ceased wrapping around my torso and I noticed, while cracking my eye open in the middle of one of our myriad kisses, that she was working on unhooking her hood. That probably would not have alarmed me, but it was the fact that she started to uncouple the clasps attaching her hood to the rest of her suit that did. My blood pressure spiked and I furiously broke the kiss in panic.
"Nya!" I exclaimed. "What- What are you doing?"
The quarian looked positively flummoxed at my reaction. "Um…taking my suit off?" she said matter-of-factly.
If I had not been so worried, that comment might have actually produced an erotic reaction in me. I had most assuredly not been expecting this.
"I…I…" Lost for words, how convenient.
Nya raised an eyebrow, the first time that I could actually witness her face giving shape to her words. "What, did you think that I would be only satisfied with kissing?"
"Well…I had no idea that you wanted to go that far."
"I want to go all the way," Nya confirmed confidently. She stroked my cheek once before she gave my lips a light peck. "That is, only if you want the same."
This changed my plans for the night. My brain was scrambling for what to do, helpless in the wake of a pretty woman desperate to shed her clothes right in front of me. Oh dear, what a problem that I'm facing right now.
"Nya, you know that I would do anything to make you feel comfortable. But…are you sure that you want to do this? I mean, you could get even more sick-,"
"I can't get any sicker, you idiot," Nya sighed as she gave a sympathetic chuckle. She gestured to her face. "You see this? No visor in the way. It's not like if I went back underneath it that I would somehow have no reaction. It's too late, I'm out. And since I'm out I might as well find out what I've been missing for all these years. That means that I want to show how much I love you, both in mind…and in body."
Her kisses unexpectedly turned hard, our mouths mashing against each other. That clever woman, using my own blunt male hormones against me. I was now swimming in dopamine, completely subjugated to Nya's whim: which was to continue with the shedding of clothes. Her confidence steamrolled over my misgivings, leaving me free to enjoy this moment as much as she was already.
At some point throughout our carnal exchange, I felt Nya's hands reach for the hem of my shirt, pulling it upward. I held my arms up and helped with the removal of the garment, and Nya started to begin working on removing her suit after that was done. Her hood finally flopped to the ground as it was quickly detached, crumpling in a heap. Nya's eyes traced my broad chest, focusing on the circular tattoo that was imprinted over my heart and the ones that encircled my arms, like she was trying to decipher their meanings. Her gray face was flushed red from the increased blood flow and she gave me a tiny smile as I became privy to another revelation for the night as she lifted the metal helmet off her head.
"Wow," I could only say as my hand ran over Nya's scalp, brushing the strands of black hair between my fingers. It was thin from having been contained inside a helmet for Nya's entire life, parting easily to my touch. It was also very short in length, barely a few inches longer than my own, shaped to her skull. Definitely shorter than what most female humans chose. The delicate fibers were tousled, unkempt, and threatened to curl in a few places. It gave Nya a very genuine quality that I found had been lacking in others. If such a thing could be possible, I could only find myself becoming more attracted to her. And she had thought, for a moment, that I would not like how she looked. Oh, how things could not be further from the truth.
I blew air from my nose as I now traced one of the black lines on Nya's skin with my index finger, following them up her forehead. I wondered how her people could have possibly come up with the idea that completely containing themselves in these suits was the right idea. I mean, Nya was a very attractive woman and for such a person of her intelligence to be filled with such self-doubt…that was not healthy! I found myself getting angry and I quickly cooled, realizing the inappropriate timing of getting incensed at the moment.
"You okay?" Nya asked as she cracked an eye open.
"Could not be better," I answered honestly, warmly smiling. "What about you?"
"Me? I am more than okay. I'm with you…and I'm happy. For the first time in…I don't know how long, I'm happy."
"I just want you to always be happy, Nya. You deserve it." Finished tracing the lines on Nya's forehead, I gingerly placed my full palm upon Nya's warm cheek. The quarian gasped as my hand touched her face, my weathered palm upon her soft skin. "How does that feel?" I asked, honestly intrigued.
"Like…like…" Nya struggled to find the words. "It feels like…I'm being burned…but it's not hurting. It tingles…where you touch me. I can feel the grooves on your fingers…the roughness of your calluses. It's everything all at once. It's…amazing." Nya gave a sigh of longing and closed her eyes momentarily before she opened them, a new hunger festering deep within her. "Now, please, no more stalling. I can't wait any longer. I want you right now."
She gave me a light shove onto the sleeping bag but I exaggerated my fall so that it looked like she pushed me hard. I laughed, turned on from her forcefulness. While I was working to get my belt and pants off, Nya had activated a control in her enviro-suit, causing it to undergo some kind of transformation. Where it had been taut and snug around her body just previously, it now hung loosely, all baggy. Apparently there was some kind of weave embedded in the material of those suits that stiffened when exposed to an electric current. Now that the suit was significantly less tight, Nya was able to slip her upper torso out easily after she had finished unhooking her straps and shedding the fabric that accented her without having to overly exert herself.
By this time, I had gotten all my clothes off and eagerly awaited for Nya to be finished. Nya's gaze slipped completely from tending to her enviro-suit to my lower torso, which happened to be displaying just how excited I was. I almost cracked up laughing as her expression totally blanked when she took in the sight of me. Her cheeks reddened something fierce and a low noise came from the back of her throat in response, a soft moan of need. It was cute watching her face change expressions on a dime. Since she had been covered by a visor her whole life, she had not learned the social cues of hiding one's expression and as a result, every emotion she was feeling was advertised on her face so blatantly that she had no hope in hell of hiding her feelings from me this way. As such, I could tell straight away that Nya was on edge, already anticipating our joining together. I knew that I had to calm her down so that she would not overly excite herself though, otherwise she would become fatigued very quickly.
I scooted forward and began to tug at her boots while Nya's fumbling fingers worked at her waist. I helped to slip her feet out and slowly pulled the loose suit from the quarian, her breathing coming in deep pants at this point. She kicked her legs and the enviro-suit was free, the last covering shed. Now that everything was set aside, I took a deep breath and looked at her, linking our gazes. We were all exposed in this tent now; we had nothing to hide in our nakedness. Her hands briefly covered her sex and her breasts initially out of shyness, but she mustered the nerve to pull them away, allowing me to see her fully.
I was not at all surprised by her contours, as her enviro-suit fit so snugly around her body that it left little for my imagination to make of it. She was thinner, much thinner than an average human. I could count her ribs based on the soft indentions that wrapped around her chest. Freckles dotted her shoulders and all down the sides of her body. Her thighs were muscular and strong. Her limber fingers and toes each had nails upon them, not at all dissimilar from a human's. Hard muscle in her abdomen looked silky in the light, possessing the same black lines that had been present upon her head in a "V" formation. Her breasts were beautiful; a bit smaller than what humans had to offer on average, but perfectly proportionate to her chest. All in all, everything was exactly how I pictured in my head: not just a wonderful person, but a wonderful soul trapped inside, yearning to be free even for a moment.
Upon closer inspection, I could spot a few circular metal ports upon her shoulder, as well as indented grooves that ran up her forearms. Implants, I realized. There were also round markings around her wrists and ankles, odd ink-like shapes that were comprised of ninety-degree angles and dots to form a bracelet-like shape. They gave Nya an exotic edge, I thought; something that managed to indicate to me that, despite our obvious similarities, she was not at all human. But I was not going to let that tidbit bother me in the slightest, for nothing I saw put me off from this woman in any way.
Nya was still lying on her back, also taking her time in examining the multiple tattoos that adorned my skin once more, before I could not take it any longer and crawled over to her. My hand ran over her prominent hip bone, cupped perfectly on her waist, before it moved on upward. I positioned myself on top of her and lowered my body down so that our chests were touching and proceeded to engage her in another series of kissing. Nya grabbed my face, determined to hold me down while she attempted to stifle her moans from the delicious friction that was starting to occur between our warm bodies. Her nipples brushed against my chest, relentlessly teasing me, and I gave a low groan while I continued to explore her mouth with my tongue.
I really did not think that I needed to vocalize just how beautiful Nya was to me. She was not at all embarrassed by her appearance and she had to know that I thought she looked lovely with how I was reacting to her form. After all, if I was repulsed, I probably would not have been so willing to join her atop the sleeping bag, rolling around naked while we passionately kissed. That seemed to get the point across, thankfully.
Before I could lose myself in another round of making out, I rolled to the side slightly so that my hand could be free to move. I gingerly slid my fingers down Nya's flat and lovely stomach, pausing there momentarily so that I could tickle her gently. She lightly slapped my hand and murmured, "Ticklish…you bosh'tet…" into my mouth, eliciting a chuckle from my end. Gripped by an unshakable urge to please Nya, I then sent my hand on its merry way to the junction between her thighs, the quarian helping to guide me with her own hand. There was no question that she wanted this to happen, but I looked at her determinedly all the same.
"If you want this to stop, tell me," I whispered into her ear. "If you don't want to continue, just say so."
Her moistened eyes widened. "Back off after we've come this far? Not a chance, Sam. If I can't do this with you, then I can't do it with anyone."
"You see," I sighed in exasperation, "that kind of attitude makes me feel like I'm pressuring you into doing this. I don't want that. I want all of this to be entirely for you and if you feel uncomfortable at any time, let me know."
The quarian lifted her chin, defiant. "That will never happen. I don't want to stop, especially at this moment."
"Then what do you want, Nya? Tell me."
Nya gave a light nip at my jaw before she ran her tongue over my lips. "I…want…everything," she breathed before we locked mouths again. There goes my train of thought for the next few minutes. My god, this was heavenly…
I quickly remembered what my original intention was before I lost track of time and we stopped kissing as soon as my fingers rubbed against Nya's outer lips, caressing them gently before I slowly began to prod her entrance, causing her to squeak suddenly. I waited for her body to give me a sign of admission and it was granted when her pelvis shifted into my hand, seeking attention. I then granted her request with little fanfare.
Her body instantaneously clenched around my fingers as they entered. Nya was very wet, yet her muscles were so taut that they were making intrusion particularly difficult. Quickly, my two fingers became slippery over one another, yet I dared not proceed any further than necessary. Already Nya was grunting and moaning into my neck, her nails digging into the skin of my back, either from pain, pleasure, or both. The purpose of doing this was twofold. I was giving Nya what she wanted by doing this, yes, but this was also a way to gauge how painful it might be for her when we would reach our culmination for the night. Relaxing Nya's muscles in this matter would make my entry easier, but it would not completely mitigate her discomfort. I just wondered if it would still be too much when the time came. Hell, I didn't even want to think about hurting her that badly.
Banishing those thoughts from my mind for now, I made cooing noises to calm Nya down, unsure if she was in pain or not. I at least hoped that she knew how much care I was taking with her in her delirium. Still inside her, I bent my fingers in a "come here" formation and gently began to rub at the roof of her womanhood, finding a little nub nestled in a fleshy corner there. As soon as I brushed it, Nya jerked in my arms and mewled, such a sweet sound. At the same time, my thumb started to rub at the outside of her womanhood, simultaneously pleasuring her from two places at once. Rejuvenated, now knowing that I was giving her a taste of the untold pleasure previously locked away from her, I began to focus all my efforts at those two places, using my fingers to milk every last ounce of ecstasy out of her.
We had ceased kissing at this point, as it might have been too painful for her raw nerves to focus on anything else other than my hand at the moment. All she could do was cling onto me, helpless as her torso continued to twitch without any form of rational thought. It felt almost cruel to me that I had taken this wonderful woman out of her cage only to exhibit her to the most intense sensations she could ever realize within a half hour. But Nya refused to cease in her exploration and softly urged me on with her tiny yips of satisfaction. Still unwilling to refuse her, I continued.
Nya came just seconds later with a long cry, her orgasm spilling onto my fingers. Slick with her arousal, my hand remained at her womanhood while she calmed down, withdrawing only when her breathing had slowed to a ragged pace and her body had unclenched.
We lay side-by-side for a few minutes, each one of us wanting to take things further, but too comfortable to have the desire to move. My fingers were delicately brushing the back of Nya's neck but she had other plans, apparently. Recovered from her orgasm, without warning, Nya suddenly gripped my groin and began to move her hand up and down.
I jerked as I felt Nya's dry hand on me. This had been completely unexpected. I was expecting that I was going to be doing all of the giving tonight, but Nya had not known that. She looked at me in concern for a moment but I did not say anything to dissuade her, so she kept up her slow rhythm.
"You've…ah…" I grinned tightly while Nya continued, "…you seem to know how to do this very well."
Nya merely gave me a kiss from her soft lips. "You think that you're the only species that had access to the extranet? I learned a lot from some of those videos."
"No…ah…no doubt," I conceded as Nya still masturbated me.
"Trust me. My teenage years were very hormonally charged. You should have seen me the day I installed my first nerve-stim pack."
"If you're…oh man…if you're telling me that you were somehow hornier than a human teenager alone with a swimsuit magazine, I hope you'll forgive me if I'm harboring some doubts."
"Doubts, eh? Well, watch and learn."
Nya's pace then escalated as she shot me a wicked smile. That damn woman, she certainly knew what she was doing. Her hand took several deep strokes, stimulating every single nerve that I had down there. I closed my eyes in bliss for what seemed like a single, solitary second before they shot open. Something was occurring in my body and it was much too soon for that to happen.
"Jesus…" I muttered but quickly panicked. "Jesus Christ, Nya. Stop!"
Nya took her hand away as though she had been burned. I had to utilize all of my torso muscles to keep from going too quickly, my face screwing up while my body clenched as tight as a drum. I probably looked like I was either being stabbed or was in the middle of some serious constipation. The sensation slowly passed and I exhaled a thick gasp, flopping back down onto the sleeping bag, my chest now coated with sweat.
Meanwhile, Nya's face hung agape. "Oh wow," she murmured. "I didn't think I was that good."
"What did you expect?" I coughed somewhat sarcastically. "How else was I going to react to a beautiful woman jerking me off?"
"Are…are you okay?"
"Ngggh, just fine," I panted. "Whew, almost lost it there for a second."
"Would that have been bad if you did?"
"Well, it all depends on how aroused the human male is, but the general rule of thumb is that if a guy goes, you need to wait ten or fifteen minutes before he's ready to go again."
"But…" Nya's face alternated between looking at me and my groin, "…you're good now?"
I held up a hand as I still needed to catch my breath. Counting down the seconds, I got to twenty when I decided that I had waited enough. "I am now," I said and quickly reached out to her, craving her warmth against my skin. Nya obliged and nearly leaped on me, her concern immediately forgotten as she began to kiss me all over my face, her need for affection in no way satiated.
It was only after Nya's breasts kept rubbing on me that I decided that I could not take it anymore. With a desirous grunt, I broke away from her lips, but continued to apply kisses on her neck as I proceeded downward, sucking and licking at her warm flesh. Nya moaned as I gave every inch of her body equal love, as I felt that it was the least I could do for my putting her through a roller coaster of emotions. I could only imagine the intensity of what my ministrations upon her skin were currently impacting onto her. It made me wonder just how she was going to react in a few minutes' time.
I kissed the area between Nya's breasts and gently groped them. With me giving attention to her erogenous zones, Nya was squirming and crying out, already falling into her paradise. Satisfied that I was headed in the right direction, I popped one of the quarian's nipples into my mouth and began to gently suck. Humming while I suckled at her breast, Nya became speechless as a flood of hormones dashed against her. Her hands cupped my face and I could see her face glowing as she gave an open smile.
"I…ohhhhh," she gasped. "Sam…that…that feels so goooood."
That was precisely what I wanted to hear. I did not respond, but continued to suckle while I gently rolled her other nipple between my thumb and forefinger. Nya's body was now beginning to twitch the more I lingered at her breasts. It was rather soothing in this position, just me attending to her while she received a constant dose of pleasure. If it were not for my desire to impart even more bliss onto her, I surmised that I would have continued to suck at her teats for the entire night, for it felt so relaxing.
I detached myself from her breast after another minute and continued down on my original path, kissing and licking a trail down her body. I kissed the bottom swell of her breasts, enjoying her gasps of happiness, before I eyed another thin scar just above her belly button. Now feeling a bit of dread, I rubbed my fingers along the raised flesh and lifted my head to meet her eyes. She did not need to acknowledge the fact that the scar was the result of the encounter in the alley – just a simple scar instead of her corpse crumpled on the ground. It was such a small thing, such a simple thing, but it was a reminder that, in spite of what I had meant to do, I had made a difference in one person's life. And perhaps, that was not so bad.
I shook my head in an attempt to clear it before I resumed scooting my body downward, giving the scar a quick kiss before I continued on. Nya's head tilted upward, curious at what I was doing. I poked my tongue in and around her navel before I nibbled the flesh of her soft stomach. Laughing in response to my light biting and tickling, Nya curled her legs as this obviously barbaric human continued to impart these strange sensations over her body. Years of being confined inside an enviro-suit, cutting it off from the elements, had rendered Nya's skin to be smooth and hairless. It yielded to my touch, twitching wherever I laid a finger upon her. And Nya continued to moan as I touched her everywhere, for I wanted her to feel everything that I could. I wanted to show her what others could not. I slid down a few more inches.
Nya moaned out, uncomprehending at what I was doing for a moment.
"Shh," I breathed as I slowly lowered my head in between her legs. I kissed her inner thighs slowly, moving from one to the other as my destination lay within sight. The quarian trembled, now understanding what was going to happen but she voiced no protests. In fact, she let out a keen because I was going so slowly, anxious for me to begin.
How sweet. I think that the both of us were going to like this very much.
Without giving her any more time to flounder in confusion, I leaned forward and buried my head between her legs. She was not all that different from a human down there in terms of anatomy, so I had no problems navigating and once my lips reached her sex, I was able to find the little crux of her pleasure quickly within her folds and began to move my tongue in a circular pattern around it.
The effect was akin to flipping on a light switch. Nya loudly moaned in pleasure and her strong thighs instantly contracted around my head, threatening to crush my skull. Her hands grabbed at my head, clenching at my hair while I bobbed up and down in a slow rhythm. Nya was so sensitive that it barely took any effort on my part to please her. I kissed her down there, occasionally using my tongue to flick at her weakness before taking a few seconds to lightly suck on it, backing off before the sensations became painful instead of pleasurable.
I had seen just how aroused she was before I had even started to orally pleasure her. She was only getting wetter as I became entranced with making this alien – Nya – very happy. Her flavor was on my tongue, surprisingly sweet, and I was thankful that I had the foresight to take those medications beforehand as I was continually taking her essence into my mouth and down my throat. I lovingly continued to go down on her, her cries serenading me, unimaginable ecstasy flooding my quarian partner.
"Ngh!" Nya cried out throatily, her moans brought on by pleasure and not pain. "Uh…uh…ah…ah…ahhhh! Ah! Ahhhh!"
What beautiful noises she could make.
"Mmmph," I mumbled against her flesh, smacking my lips. "You taste good, Nya."
Her mouth became agape at that, either from the vulgarity of the statement or from the fact that it managed to arouse her to the point where she was completely swimming in a humid haze of lust. After all, no one had ever said such a thing to her before nor could she even dream that someone would say it to her at all. As my mouth was on her again, Nya continued to cry through her mental fog, utterly lost in a fantasy.
"Don't…" she attempted to say, "…don't stop. Pleeeeaaase, Sam. Uhhhh…don't stop…don't stop…it's wonderful."
Between my sucking and kissing, Nya managed to approach her peak very quickly. However, I was still enjoying myself down there and wanted to keep this going a little longer. My beard was now soaked from her wetness but I still kept at it, burrowing my face in her sex as she continued to writhe on the sleeping bag. I could tell, from the clenching of her muscles around my head, that she was very close. At the last second, I eased my tempo and lifted my face off so that I could breathe, but not yet done.
"No…" Nya moaned huskily as the burning pleasure already began to die down to a smolder. "No…Sam…please…"
With her imploring like that, there was no way that I had the willpower to mount a defense against her, but I managed to wait a few more seconds before I went back at it. I made groaning noises as I passionately went down on her, continuing to drink from her desire. This only served to elevate her to that blissful plateau again, but before she could take the fateful plunge, I backed off once again.
Now Nya was starting to mumble a string of words so slurred and jumbled that I was not sure if she was speaking Khelish or just gibberish. She was so saturated with excitement and hormones that her current sense of time and place was all frazzled to hell. I slid a hand across her stomach, briefly brushing one of her breasts, before I grabbed her hand, feeling the bones of her three fingers in my grip as I squeezed to reassure her. I then dove in with delight for the last time.
I did not cease in my comforting motions. I made sure that my mouth never left Nya's womanhood as I increased the intensity of my sucking and the movements of my tongue. Nya's hand crushed my own as she thrashed this way and that, crying, begging, sobbing for release. Tears flowed down her face in jubilation and I threw everything I had into pleasing her until her torso bucked and I heard a wonderful moan come to my ears. I kept at my oral ministrations as Nya slowly floated back down from her orgasm. The taste of her release was still on my tongue and I gulped it down, feeling flushed, hot, and alive. Her body jerked against my mouth as she continued to spasm in her aftershocks, and it was only when those finally quelled did I stop and move back up to her to reunite our lips in a kiss.
"You…" I mumbled in between kisses, "…did you like that, Nya?"
Panting, her face starting to cool, she gave a tired but jubilant nod. "It…it was the best orgasm of my life," she gurgled happily. High praise indeed. With such earnestness, I was completely besotted.
But my fears were starting to return again. This was the moment that I had subconsciously dreaded, not for my sake but for Nya's. She, however, seemed oblivious to my worries as her torso was gently rising up and down in a blind need, her brain thick with lust.
Noting her fatigued expression, I felt my face stiffen in concern. I did not want to exhaust her any more than necessary. In my mind, what I wanted was not even part of the equation. This night was to all be dictated by her; to implore her to continue when she had no more energy left to spend would be unreasonable. Besides, it did not matter if I could not get myself off. That sort of thing was usually easier for males to achieve if they set their minds to it, so that did not worry me.
I sat up and positioned myself over her, my shaft lined up at her entrance. Nya whimpered, her body noticeably throbbing. In preparation, I placed my hands on her hips and made sure to address her with all the seriousness I could muster.
"Nya…remember…"
"Don't," she emphasized, already knowing what I was going to say. "I'll…I'll be fine, Sam."
I took a deep breath but as much as I tried, I was still unconvinced. Sighing, I surrendered to her will and gave a curt nod. "All right," I breathed before I was hit with a dose of clarity. "Wrap your legs around me."
She looked puzzled for a second until she realized what was going on. Lifting her strong thighs, she hooked her feet around my lower back, allowing me easier access and a better angle. Her hands grasped my arms and she spoke again for emphasis.
"I…I w-want you…in-inside me, Sam."
In the next moment, I obliged.
We both gasped at the same time. I made sure to go at an agonizingly slow pace, but even that did not seem to be enough. Her body struggled to accept my manhood as she was stretched wider than intended. I grunted, sweat beginning to pour down my face, as I struggled to maintain my composure. Every inch Nya's body afforded me felt so horribly wrong, like this was never meant to happen to her. Her hands clenched at my skin and she trembled, already starting to cry out. This time I knew she was in pain, but she said nothing of stopping. Not once did she even voice an objection, but desperately tried to stifle her sobs. Disgusted at myself, I continued to push forward.
Her passage clenched all around my shaft and I was worried for one horrible second that I would lose control of myself but that feeling passed once my self-hatred began to take hold. I felt physically ill – sick to my stomach – that I was doing this. Tears were running down Nya's face now and she was openly weeping as I – the intruding alien – continued to push deeper into her body. Her nails broke the skin at my arms, drawing blood, but I did not feel this. I did not seem to be feeling anything at all other than a complete loathing at my existence.
Why? Why did she not tell me to stop? I wanted to scream at her, beg her to stop. Why couldn't she see that she was suffering needlessly? Why did she have me hurting her like this?
Nya croaked out a moan as her core quivered with another orgasm, brought on by my presence into parts yet untapped. I slipped another centimeter inside her and as Nya screamed, I was practically on the verge of throwing up. Finally overriding everything, I succumbed to my inhibitions and ceased pushing forward. I was only halfway in her, yet it felt that I had already gone too far. I did not notice that I had been steadily crying for the past minute, and it was only from the sensation of tears running down my face, splashing onto Nya's abdomen did both of us realize that I had stopped, the latter finally mustering the energy to speak.
"S-Sam?" Nya moaned huskily, her voice cracking. "What…what's wrong?"
What's wrong? She is practically shrieking in pain from my actions and she asks me what's wrong? Am I going mad all of a sudden?
"I…I can't…" I muttered in frustration as I wiped my eyes. "I can't do this, Nya. This isn't right. I don't want to hurt you."
Her face fell as she understood, but she did her damnedest to wipe away the tears that stained her beautiful face. As best as she could manage, she shook her head with what must have been a herculean effort.
"It won't be for much longer," she whispered. "I…I need this, Sam. I n-need you. Share yourself with me. Please."
"Dammit, Nya," I moaned helplessly. "Don't do this. I won't think any less of you, I promise. I love you too much to see you in this way."
She bit her lip for a second, managing to look immeasurably cute even in such an immodest position. "It will be over in a few more seconds," she urged. "Then it won't hurt anymore. Sam…please."
"Nya, for god's sake-,"
"I love you."
Shit. She had me backed into a corner here. Damned if I do, damned if I don't. All because this woman was so utterly infatuated with me that she would literally go through hell to do this.
Her hands reached around to my buttocks and, in conjunction with her legs, began to urge me forward again. I was torn; I wanted so much to stop this, but I had no intention of displeasing her. Clenching my eyes shut so that no more tears could spill forth, I went along with her movements and desperately tried to quash my nausea down. Nya's moans were quieter now – there were no more screams of pain – but I could still hear them trying to escape from her clamped lips while she gripped at the slippery surface of the sleeping bag for support.
I counted the seconds in my head, making sure to mentally shout them out loud. I tried to concentrate on something, anything that would distract me from Nya's wails and the dragging sensation on my manhood. I prayed that it would not be much longer, for I was about to cry out in despair for what I was doing. I had reached the number twenty-two before I felt a horrible moment of resistance as I pushed forward. Before I knew what I was doing, I had given myself a final thrust and I slipped the last few millimeters into Nya, her virginity now taken.
"Oh, thank the Ancestors," Nya gasped.
Wanting to make sure that she adjusted to my penetration, I deliberately sat still for a few minutes. I now noticed that Nya's grip on my limbs was so tight that it was painful, yet her muscles were slowly relaxing, releasing her death hold on me. I then noticed the blood welling from the fresh cuts that her nails caused, which I wiped away. Nya's soft belly was rising in what had been shallow puffs to now slow and deep inhalations. I had not fully shaken the shame off of me so I bent my elbows so that I could kiss Nya as a way of an apology. Amazingly, she responded, albeit in a weak fashion, with her lips gently brushing against mine. Our wet gasps intermingled as we remained joined, Nya's previous agony gradually becoming forgotten.
Cupping her face after our tongues lightly touched, I fixated the quarian in my eyes. "You all right?" I managed to mumble.
She gave a weak cough, which alarmed me at fear that she had already caught some of my germs, but she let it pass. "N-Never better," she smiled.
"You liar," I resisted the urge to sob in relief.
She gave a shameless shrug. "It was worth it."
"Uh-huh," I said tonelessly. "So you say. But we haven't really begun yet."
"I know," she beamed with a nervous bob of her head before she squeezed my limbs. "Just…just let me wait for a moment. This…this feels really strange."
"Take as much time as you need, love," I smiled, already feeling a lightness in my chest.
A few minutes later, Nya gave the first nonverbal cue that she was ready to begin. Her hips began to shift forward slightly, causing my manhood to withdraw from her passage. Picking up on the fact that her muscles had adjusted to my presence as much as they needed, I also moved my body, taking great care to do so slowly as not to cause her any excess pain. No more tears spilled from Nya's eyes, yet the damp trails remained. Her once frightening screams had turned to lusty moans, deep and longing as I reached the terminus and gradually plunged myself back into her body, locking ourselves together in the oldest embrace of all.
Relief gave way to delight. Our lovemaking had commenced.
I groaned as I could feel myself begin to twitch helplessly while I continued in my crawling pace. Bringing my head low, I could feel the same in Nya. Our muscles trembled as our senses heightened, the quarian's sweet scent becoming more potent to my nose and my skin prickling wherever she touched me. Her hips wiggled to maximize the pleasure and we both gasped as the slick friction between us grew ever more delicious. Nya raised her head so that she could kiss me before the sensations became too much and she flopped back down on the bed, her eyes closed in bliss. Her teeth were clenched as the waves of pleasure rolled over her and her face gradually became more flushed. Her legs assisted me in pushing in and out, already autonomous to the set rhythm. And above her, I panted and strove to control myself.
As our mating continued, I was so conscious of Nya that I could make out every single change that was occurring in her body. I paid attention to her breathing, to her mewls and coos, that I knew that she was approaching yet another climax after only a few minutes while I, conversely, still felt strong. It was not like Nya was an outlier in the fact that she was extremely sensitive, but I had to remind myself that quarians were underexposed to this sort of stimuli. It made sense that their time between orgasms would be rapidly diminished compared to a human's. After all, us humans could touch ourselves all we liked. Nya never had that sort of luxury before.
I soon felt myself throbbing as Nya's inner chamber pulsated, but I was not nearing my own ending for the night yet. Her desperate moans escalated to cries, her burning groin spasming against mine as she began to come. Hot ejaculate coated my member and the sweat-stained Nya shrieked as her body violently jerked, her spine arching and her toes digging into my thighs as she basked in the aftershocks, a stupid smile coming to her lips as she began to giggle uncontrollably. I too joined in her laugher and kissed the obviously love-crazy woman, stilling my movements while she rode down from her peak.
"So beautiful…" I gasped into her neck while my hand groped at one of her breasts.
"Ah…Sam…" Nya hissed through her delirium before she gave a throaty growl. "M-More…"
Sliding my arms underneath her back, I gently began to lift Nya up at the same time I fell back so that I could sit upright. In one smooth motion, Nya was on my lap, her butt on my upper thighs and her legs still maintaining their death grip around my waist. One of her hands grasped my shoulder while the other clenched at the back of my head, grabbing a fistful of my brown hair so tightly that it made my eyes water.
Picking up the slow pace we maintained before, Nya and I continued to make love, with her steadily bouncing up and down on my lap. Based on her low moans and twitching limbs, I could tell that this new position was incredibly more intense for Nya. Our sweaty bellies slid against the other, her breasts brushed my chest relentlessly – her nipples ever teasing my resolve. I leaned forward in my lust, using my arms to steady my quarian partner as we kissed, causing our moans to muffle themselves against our mouths.
Everything was so acute, so passionate, that it robbed us of the will to do anything but move against the other in the heat of sex. Our kisses fizzled out as our breaths became shallower, but we strived to press our lips together continuously, even if we would have to break away for short periods of time to get our precious air back. I grabbed at her back, feeling the hard muscle that knotted there, as I held, touched, and kissed the warm body that I was currently intertwined with. I licked and sucked some more at her breasts, her nipples as hard as bullets by now, and Nya gave out a loud mewl followed by an overwhelmed whimper. It was the most skin I had ever been exposed to all at once, and if anything, Nya was responding even more strongly. With all of this contact imparted onto her body, her mind was most likely going crazy by now and I was rather surprised that she still remained this lucid.
She cried out my name many times, and I breathily responded. Nya held on for dear life as our pelvises slowly came together and separated, our movements slow and deliberate. I could smell her everywhere – strong and sweet – and I could not resist growling out in a feral manner. I was on the edge of losing my mind in a torrid frenzy. Between the noises we were making, I was sure that the whole camp was able to hear the weird interracial couple in the corner banging their brains out, soundproofed tent be damned.
As I continued to guide her movements, penetrating her deeply yet as gently as I could, I bent my head to lick the area between Nya's breasts while one of my hands came around her front to grope one as they were drawing so much attention to themselves that I could not leave them unattended. She began sobbing joyously again as she approached her peak and I could feel a similar change occurring in me as well.
The problem with that was, at the rate Nya was going, I was approaching my own climax at a sooner point in time than I would prefer. Fortunately, there were several ways to combat that problem without disappointing either party.
I leaned forward, spilling Nya back onto the sleeping bag and slowly pulled out of her, causing her to whimper as my withdrawal left her feeling empty, just when she had been about to come, too. Panting and red-faced, I backed up a little bit and dipped my head back down between her legs again. "I just…have to taste you…again," I mumbled in between breaths before she could ask the inevitable question as to why I had abruptly stopped.
It was probably the fact that I had initiated such a change without warning that it came as a pleasant surprise to Nya and she was happily writhing again as I eagerly lapped at her sex. The notion that she was wanted, that I was consumed with desire to go down on her, helped her feel sexier than ever in such an erotic moment. This also helped to give me time to recover, to help my stamina regenerate as the stimulation vanished. The theory was sound but I was having a bit more trouble recovering than I thought as the sight of Nya's body undulating in response to me orally pleasuring her was keeping me at a certain point of arousal that, if she were to stroke me once, then that would be it. Regardless, I kept at it and Nya orgasmed in practically no time with a loud wail, her body flopping on the bag as she was spent over and over again. Her back arched and Nya drummed her toned legs up and down on the bag as her orgasm swept over her.
The expressions on her cute face were gorgeous. Her eyes were screwed shut and her bottom lip was sucked into her mouth. She fell still for but a moment, emitting a sigh as the blissful quiet passed between us.
When I raised my head up again, I was once more soaked with her arousal. I wiped off my chin as best as I could. Now I could no longer stand waiting anymore. I needed to have her right here, right now. But this would be different. I laid down on my back instead, my eyes imploring for Nya to be the one to take charge. Trembling in excitement, Nya crawled over to me sexily, running a tongue up my body as she approached. Knowing the drill, Nya straddled my torso and positioned herself perfectly for my arrival. Her eyes silently pleaded with me to lose myself inside her, to stake my claim and make her mine. Only clear thoughts ahead of me, I smiled at her lovingly and she lowered herself down upon me, my entrance occurring easily and quickly to my relief.
I damn near came as I hilted myself within her, but I stilled my movements and pushed my need down. Draw it out, I told myself. Make her enjoy this. Between my rapid string of gasps and her hitched moans though, I could barely move without edging myself closer and closer to losing control. With every miniscule twitch, I had to fight to restrain myself. Not so easy with Nya writhing atop me. I could feel the cords in my neck stand out and my face was probably the color of a tomato by now, my expression pained. Above me, the beautiful quarian closed her eyes as she awaited the finale, her face similarly flushed. Hers was the perfect expression of euphoria that I had ever seen, so raw that I felt a pang in my heart for sharing this important moment with her. Sweat beaded on us both, dripping from our faces, down her breasts and onto my chest. She was lost to the pleasure, she only wanted my presence now.
Cracking open an eyelid, Nya gave a peaceful smile, her soft belly quivering with her breaths. "Sam…" she pleaded. "I'm yours. I love you…I love you…I love you…I love you…"
That, combined with the fateful thrust that she made upon me, finally sent me over the edge. I gave a hoarse shout before my muscles locked up and I spasmed against her, mashing our groins together. Nya gave a gleeful moan as she felt me violently throb inside her before I climaxed. At the moment of orgasm, I honestly thought that I was going to pass out for all of the blood in my body rushed towards my nether regions, my member pulsating so hard that it hurt as I shot a powerful spurt into Nya. My heated discharge poured into Nya's womb and she moaned as a sublime and warm feeling coated her inner chamber. I remained inside Nya for a bit, continuing to pant as my seed filled her, each contraction of my muscles producing a beastly noise from the back of my throat while a thick white liquid started to travel down Nya's inner thigh. Nya's legs shook at the foreign sensation and cried out in ecstasy as I made her mine. In that moment, everything was glorious.
Once my spasms calmed down and I was able to move from my locked position, I slowly withdrew myself from Nya, which elicited a pitiful mewl from her. I was still throbbing from my climax and Nya looked like she had fallen unconscious from going at it so intensely. It was only from her minute head-lolling could I tell that she was just dazed. And no wonder, the quarian – no, woman – had just had a number of uninhibited orgasms in just the span of an hour. The fact that her body had not completely quit on her due to exhaustion had to be a minor miracle and an awe-inspiring demonstration of her sheer will.
Right then and there, I knew I would love her forever.
I grabbed the towels that I had previously set aside and used one to wipe myself off. I then crawled over to Nya and helped clean herself up. The process had no time for modesty – after all we had just had sex in the most passionate way that I've ever experienced, so I think that touching her anywhere was practically allowed at this point. Once our sweat and various fluids had been soaked up by the cloths, I threw them aside and helped to zip ourselves up in the sleeping bag. The bag itself was only meant for one person so I had to roll Nya partially on top of me, but her added body heat and naked touch in such a confined space helped dispel the chill that I had felt once our love making had ended.
We were too exhausted to start a conversation between us, except croak out an occasional "I love you" in between kisses. Eventually, our fatigue caught up with us and we fell asleep at almost the same time, her head resting on my chest as we drifted off.
We had definitely earned this, together.
"I've said it before and I'll say it again: humans have too many fingers."
We had awoken two hours later and since we were not due to leave yet, we were still encased in the sleeping back, still naked, while Nya decided to play with my hands to her heart's content. The feel of her smooth skin against me – a loving presence – was a sensation that I would kill to make it last forever.
"Describe your thought process," I said as I put my other hand behind my head, propping it up. "How could you possibly say that when I had you completely at my mercy with five fingers?"
"Three," Nya corrected with a simper. "You only used three. Two for…inside, and the other for…well, you know…"
"Touché," was my automatic response. "But five fingers means more surface area that I can tickle. Like so."
"Damn it, you!" Nya laughed as I mercilessly attacked her side. She tried to thrash away but the sleeping bag merely held her tightly against me that she was unable to escape. Her face was bright with laughter and joy, if not a little bit of annoyance, and I felt myself getting aroused again. I stopped and gave her a big kiss on the cheek. She responded with a playful slap to my face.
"I deserved that," I grinned as I rubbed my face where she had struck it.
"You certainly did."
Gripping Nya's slim waist, I rolled her atop me because I could not resist the anxious look in her eyes. She gave my nose a light nip followed by a kiss and pretty soon we were making out again. Kissing her was more addictive than any drug for each one had a bit of desperation hidden within the act itself, reminding me that moments like these did not last forever. It was like each kiss could be the last and therefore I had to have more, to forestall the inevitable end that loomed over the both of us.
I gave her butt a squeeze, enjoying her momentarily mortified look before it relaxed into pleasure. "Did you like it?" I asked.
"Did I like it?" she repeated incredulously. "Did I like it? Were you not paying attention a couple hours ago or are you being obtuse on purpose?"
"It's a simple question," I said facetiously. "Did you enjoy yourself or not?"
Nya just gave an exasperated shake of your head, but with a smile as she did so. "I'm not playing this game of yours, Sam. I'm not going to give you the satisfaction of stroking your male ego."
"That good, eh?"
"For the love of…" Nya was about to continue but she puffed out her cheeks and simply blew out air. "It was amazing."
"Better than any quarian could do, huh?"
Nya giggled. "Loads better. There was this one time, on the flotilla, where me and a bunch of other kids were hanging outside the room of a couple that had just been bonded hours ago and listened to them have sex. You know, kids are like that. The door was thin and we could hear everything inside…including the frustrated complaints from the woman when her husband went apparently a bit sooner than she desired. We were all laughing like lunatics then."
"So what you're saying is that most quarian men are two-pump chumps, right?" I even made the jerking motion with my hand so that Nya could know what I was talking about.
"That's what I've always heard. They're so nervous when it comes time to do the act that they lose themselves seconds into making love. The only difference is, instead of the minutes that you claim a human can recover, a quarian man can't recover for a couple hours."
That was a little tidbit that I had not known. Well, I was not a sex doctor, so I think I could be forgiven for being oblivious on that front.
"I guess I should be thankful that I'm a human."
"You're thankful?" Nya leaned forward and ran her tongue up my neck sweetly. "I'd wager that I'm more thankful than you."
"Wow. That's pretty selfish."
"Just shut up and kiss me again," Nya rolled her eyes.
I sat up, my eyebrows raised in a mocking manner. "I can certainly do that," I said in a suave tone and obliged her while Nya was overcome by a fit of the giggles. We had only begun to get into it, my hand caressing one of Nya's breasts, when a loud siren wailed from outside the tent, causing the both of us to jump.
We looked at the other in a panic. "Shit," we said together, knowing that our allotted time was up. The soldiers were pulling out; the final battle was about to begin.
Scrambling around the small confines of the tent, we hastily pulled our clothes back on. It took me less time for me to put on my shirt, pants, and combat armor so I helped Nya put her suit back on. I handed to her some of the belts that she had strewn about the area and tugged at portions of her suit to make them snug again. After slipping on her boots and most of her helmet, Nya's visor was the last thing to put on, the final item that was now in my hands. I looked at the faceless covering for a bit and back to Nya's sad expression. I was about to say something cheesy yet meaningful when Nya grabbed my front and pulled me in for a final kiss.
When our lips pressed together, I knew that I would remember this moment for the rest of my life. Nya's tongue darted out hungrily and I met her halfway, locking our jaws into this sensual act as we drew out this kiss. Our wet muscles twirled briefly, our noses blew hot air against each other, and we gave minute moans of joy, of excitement, and of sorrow. I hoped that this would not be the last time but if it was, then it was a damn good time.
We broke apart with a gasp, our eyes lidded with ravenous desire. Nya licked her lips and I handed the visor to her. "I have never been so loved before," she whispered, her voice as light as fine china.
"No matter what happens out there," I breathed intensely, "stay by my side. We'll be safer if we stick together, you and I. Stay close to me and stay alive."
"Promise the same to me first," Nya begged urgently.
"I promise," I obliged without hesitation. Nya repeated those words just seconds after me.
With nothing else to accomplish and with no more time to lose, we both stood up in the tent. There was a hissing noise and a series of clicks as Nya donned her visor once more, her luminous eyes once again sadly glistening behind the translucent barrier. The sorrow soon vanished as we pondered the implications of the near future, steeling ourselves for the hell that awaited us just on the surface.
With fear in our hearts but steel in our nerves, we left the tent behind.
A/N: If you got into trouble because you were reading this at the office, that's not my fault. I gave ample warning, that's all on you.
And no, I have no idea when the next chapter is going to be released. All I can say with certainty is that it will take me more than a week to complete. I could always get run over by a bus in the meantime so that time might be extended to...never. I hope that doesn't happen, though. I've only three more chapters left to write. Knock on wood.
Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to see for myself if Batman v. Superman is worth all that critical bashing.