Chapter 31

Garrus
March 2nd, 2192

Today was the day, after six years as Primarch, I was finally stepping down. There was just one last thing I needed to do.

I stood before a podium, looking out to a room full of reporters from every major turian network and several from the other species, waiting for my speech. Despite the six years, I still had to squash my nerves before speaking.

"Good evening, everyone. I'll make this brief. I have served as the Primarch of Palaven for six years, and today marks the end of that period. Over my tenure, I've done my best to rebuild our people and help our allies whenever I could. Only time will tell if my actions are remembered fondly."

"Enough about me, though. I'm here to introduce you to the next Primarch of Palaven. She was integral in assisting me throughout my tenure, and I couldn't recommend anyone better for the position. Please welcome Primarch Sentia Bellagatus."

Amelia

"Calm down, girls. I'm trying to sleep," I rubbed my stomach, trying to calm Alia and Serenity, who seemed to be having a dance party.

"Are they kicking a lot?" Garrus asked, surprising me. Once again, he had snuck into the room without a sound, an impressive feat based on his size.

"Hey. How'd it go?" My voice betrayed my weariness.

"Good… I think," Garrus got undressed, slipping under the covers behind me, pulling my body to his. He started rubbing my stomach, humming lightly, and for a wonder, the babies began to calm.

"Hmmmm… You have magic hands," I snuggled into him, relishing the vibrations from his soft laugh.

"You already knew I had magic hands." His voice dipped to a very sultry, suggestive tone, making my head manifest a very dirty string of thoughts.

"So… Are you okay with your mate being boring and unemployed?"

"Well…," I turned my head to see him out of the corner of my eye, a teasing smile ghosting across my lips and my tone matching his, "I do like powerful men…."

Garrus didn't let me finish, pulling my wrists behind my back with one hand, holding them there instead. On my moan of encouragement, his other hand moved forward, slipping under the elastic hem of my panties, a finger pushing into my opening.

It felt so damn good. I squirmed as the thick, blunted talon moved around inside me, teasing every inch of me, slowly driving me towards orgasm. The sounds of pleasure I had been making must've turned Garrus on because it wasn't long before his cock emerged, poking my ass very encouragingly.

I reached down, forcing his hand down with mine, and wrapped my nimble fingers around his cock, reciprocating the slow and steady movements he was performing inside me. He growled, increasing his rhythm, "If you don't stop that, I won't be able to stop myself."

"Don't tempt me with a good time," I replied breathily as I drew closer and closer to the edge.

He growled in frustration, letting my wrists go momentarily, so I quickly pulled his finger out and got up on my knees, straddling his waist and sinking onto his cock. "What are you - Oh!" Taking him in caused me to reach my orgasm, lubricating me further and allowing me to take all of him in. "Spirits!" He moaned, reaching his own orgasm, "You're going to be the death of me, woman!"

"What a fun way to go!" I said, a mischievous smile dotting my lips as I began to ride.

Garrus

Oh, how quickly the tables had turned. A few minutes ago, I was in full control, hellbent on teasing my wife with my finger before eating her out for several orgasms. Now, she straddled me and was riding, her weight pinning my legs in place, rendering me unable to escape.

I stared up at my mate's bare chest, my definition of beauty, her flawless, pale skin covered with a faint sheen of sweat, her red hair cascading off her head in shocks of color, her gorgeous green eyes locked onto mine, and her lithe neck bending backward in pleasure with the arrival of our shared second orgasm. She was perfect, and she was all mine.

I ran my hands up her waist and to her breasts, squeezing lightly like she always encouraged, drawing her eyes back to mine. We were alight with pleasure. Any signs of previous grogginess had been burnt away. "Come here. I need to taste you."

She smirked, obliging and hoisting herself off me, turning herself around before backing up, now straddling my face, once again lowering herself down. I wrapped my arms around her thighs, pulled her down even more, and held her there, almost completely smothering myself, only able to breathe because of my jaw construction. I was in total darkness, but I didn't need to see to accomplish my goal.

"Oh, God!" She cried as I enthusiastically began licking, her hips bucking to get a little bit of extra friction. "Can you breathe- Oh! Never mind, I don't care. Keep doing that."

I rumbled my assent and continued, lapping every drop of hot liquid as she came, relishing her taste and the sounds of her pleasure.