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She drank a cap of moonshine and reclined him against the sofa….Casnar looked up at the sleeves being tugged off her wrists. "Are you sure you want this?" The sweater came off, her warmth freed from the release of the fabric and Casnar's body tightened…
"I haven't had a fuck in a while….Been a lot of years, so I'm kind of hungry."
She tore his shirt by the sound of threads popping from being pulled off his shoulders—Casnar frowned, pulled it the rest of the way himself, and gave it to her for folding of her own wish….She set it down on the arm of the sofa and stood from him, pushing down her sweats to reveal nothing covering her from the waist down, "….That's….Not surprising….I guess," he smiled and looked up to the cup of hair under her chin as it swayed with her moving towards him, "…Wait," he scooted out of his pants, somewhat hasty, and folded these to set behind his head on the back of the couch, "…Ready."
"You….are," she embraced him with her legs either side his golden thighs, and Casnar's hands warmed her hips, moving over the contours of her waist and stopping below her ribs, "…This isn't my first rodeo…"
"With a drell?"
She leaned forward, her cold nipples poking into the smooth skin of his chest, devoid of the same….He covered the back of her neck under the hair line with his hand, thumb along the back of her ear where the skull had a slight dip, and he kissed her…..Fifteen years went into that small kiss….He pulled away, looking into her eyes as he tasted the alcohol stringent on her breath—it didn't matter, she would soon taste like him, "….Drells mate for life….Are you sure about this?"
"I'm sure drells don't mate for life," she brushed her lower lip against his nose, "…I know they like to fuck a lot."
"Maybe…depends on the woman," he closed his eyes as she touched him with her lower lip against his cheek, and rubbed the line of her jaw against his nose, Casnar suddenly releasing a shiver through his neck folds, "….Fuck….Who taught you that…" He held back from turning her onto the sofa and fucking her crazy, "….I might come right now if you keep that up," he said hoarsely.
"I hope you're good with more than just your hands, pretty boy," she kissed him on the ridge of scale over his eye and her breath fell onto his eyelids, "…Blink for me," the soft translucent layer closed only partway, his pupils wide against a green rim as he peered into her lips blowing on the soft layer…
"Fuck….Mithras, lady," his fingers kneaded at her pale bottom, a taut phallus painfully erect against her trim beneath her naval, "…You keep that up, I'm going to take you to the bedroom….Fuck it." He stood, easily carrying her with him as he turned towards the hallway, leaving their clothes behind…Opening the door across from the couch room, he looked up into the darkness above, "…Any light up there?"
"Just two windows, enough light to move," she was rubbing his back, indulging in the hardness of his sculpture and biting the firm frame of scales shuttled around the tebral tissues under his jaw, "…Hurry."
He climbed the steps, balancing with her in his arms, her knees squeezing tightly around his waist as she felt herself buoyed up the stairs and into the upper floorspace….There was a bed with a bureau, a rack of hangers on which some random outfits hung, and he lowered her onto the bed, noting there was no frame underneath, "…Good, there's not going to be a lot of noise when I do this…Why do you live this way…..You should be living in a chateau somewhere….A cottus….a prison is what this is," he moved his mouth to hers, pulled away to let her answer as he scented her hair and brought his nose to her neck.
"Why are you talking about my attic," she whispered, grabbing his chest as he pushed through her and they joined, "….Why aren't you fucking me—" He answered with a fast sprint between her legs, stopping to hold when her body squeezed around him in climax, "…Holy shit….That was my fault."
"A little early, aren't you," he clucked his tongue and she gave him a shake of her head—more at herself, "….You're making this too easy."
"I don't mean to be….But I'm also not complaining," she let off a rushed sigh as he lifted her hips and drove inward, "….My God….You're good at this—"
"I've had a lot to think about while watching from a distance," he filled the folds around his neck and shivered, his eyes closing as he lifted his chin to expose his jawline to her, "….Fuck…..I'll slow it down….You feel….Oh, fuck…" His eyeridges lifted as the pace grooved itself out and his hands found hers, pulling them down as her knees slid up his ribs and the long shins crossed behind his back—she was soft as velvet, everywhere he brushed against her, it was like being inside a cocoon and the softness…the heat of her thighs, her breasts grazing under his chest when he leaned forward to look at her, the slick and the grip on him between her legs….Fifteen years of slow denying exercise to restrain himself from those thoughts acted out, and here she was under him, chin turned to the side with her hair clear of her ear lobe, and when her eyes came back, the grays seen through the little light of the windows, he came, and he claimed her, grabbing under her buttocks as his knot from his core dropped and spilled into her….He shuddered from the arousal he had only staring at the lips, her face, and the hint of perk, taut nipples pressed into a spread over the mounds of cruelly beautifully full breasts….They almost turned upwards in a tantalizing way that promised, If you touch us, we'll make you feel good…..
"Fuck," he rolled off her, found himself suddenly grabbed around his neck and her teeth on his traps, "….That was much, much more than I thought it would be…..I think we succeeded at defying the laws of the possible…You should go to a doctor and just make sure you're not somehow pregnant. I think I just claimed you by accident."
Heady off the mounting venom, she brushed her wrist across his nose and led him towards her mouth, they suckling on each other's lips as his hand swum towards her waist from his opposite hip and he pulled her to sit on his thigh, his arm that had been between them now hooked under her right elbow and his fingers spread between her shoulder blades….His indexes rubbed up and down the groove of her spine as they madeout and his erection rose again.
"Touch me again," she murmured as his lips closed over the angle of her mouth and he panted to warm her ear….
"Sit on me, Braith," and she twisted her leg out from between them to loop it over his thigh, bringing herself down onto his length's head for a long, slow lowering, and Casnar tilted his brow against her nose, breathing steadily as their hips started rolling, "….Good…..Good…..Mmm, fuck, that's…..Ohhoooh," he bucked up hard in succession, turning his face up to look at her while his hands grabbed her curves and he dove back in, "….Fuck…"
"Yes…..Yes….Yes!"
The scent of his venom mixed in her juices, and another knot grew, "…I'm pretty sure this is a claim….Do you want it?"
"If I say no, do I have to stand up and stop?"
"Yes….But I think I've already done it—claimed you, I mean, from other drells."
He stood up, but not to push her off or to help her make up her mind—he let her leg stay on the ground while the other he hooked with his hand and lifted, tilting her backward as his thrusts continued on and he bent forward over her eyes, "….I'll take that as an accept…" The knot shot through him and his skin slapped hers as he watched her eyes widen and she moaned, digging her nails into his shoulder until he bled, "….Fuck, that hurts—" In reply, he slapped his jaulses harder against her buttock's curve and grinned as she gasped for him not to stop.
They collapsed onto the bed when they were spent of the second knot from his loins into her….Casnar took hold of her hands and kissed them, then covered himself with her body pressed in alignment atop his front…
"That was shockingly good," she whispered, cheek pressed against the soft yet scratchy tebral folds of his neck, "….I think the first time you definitely claimed, if the second time was what you were sure was a claim….Does that make sense?"
He stared at the exposed boards in the ceiling above them, "….So you're saying they felt the same…"
"Actually, the first time was more intense than the second time," she lifted her chin to look at him as he tilted his head off the pillow to see her eyes.
His hand rubbed the droplets of sweat off her brow, "….Then yes, that was definitely, most confidently, my first claim."
"I'm good," she whispered, turning her cheek down again, "….I think I'm good with that."
"Good…..That's simple enough….So we're together now….At least according to my culture," fingers rubbing the slick of sweat dry from their loops of skin trails making his fingerprints, he ran his fingers over her earlobe and trilled, vibrating his belly under hers. "Now everyone's going to give me a hard time at the shop….I'll have to move back to Rakhana with you or I'll end up breaking someone's jaw."
"Talk about it in the morning," she said snoozily against his skin, "….Tired….Euphoric spinning halos….That stuff…"
He chuckled and wrapped his arms together over his head, the heat of the woman and her weight on his body a beautiful feeling.
"Do you expect your friend to come back tonight," he worried, "….Might be awkward if he decides to reappear and finds us reeking of each other….Though humans have noses worth shit when it comes to smelling anything proper."
"I doubt it…He's probably going back to Canada."
"Are you going to go find him tomorrow?"
"Maybe….He was mad at me for knowing something I'm not supposed to know, according to his universe working with the Alliance still and all….I'm not going to worry about it right now."
There were marks in the ceiling boards he was trying to decipher, "….You know something he says you shouldn't know….What would that be, pray tell."
She adjusted herself and sat up, straddling his waist, and he could see her breasts perking slightly off center from the aureolas, "….You know about Grim Reaper System….Don't you?"
Sliding his palm under the back of his head, "….Yeah, I heard about it."
"There's a place inside that's the size of an asteroid, one of the big ones I may have pushed into a relay at one point," she wriggled her toes against his thighs, Casnar smiling at the sensation of her smallest ones grazing his muscle on the side of either, "….It's called Lothiraxl….He was upset I knew about it and accused me of going back undercover as some agent of darkness," she said this with a sarcasm in her tone.
"Why would it matter to him if you were?"
"I was reconstructed by a group called Cerberus…We did a lot of tracking and hunting down the signature and its operator cells while we worked together—I was alive back then…Not reconstructed from a blood-frozen corpse on some planet covered in ice and high winds…Kaidan never fully trusted me when he learned who and what had brought me back."
"Were you brought back from the dead or were you unconscious and just frozen to bits," he chuckled, his gold patak wrinkling a corner in a tight grin to the right.
"Dead as a doornail."
His grin softened, "….I'm sorry…And thankful. But that must have been hard….Coming back from something like that if future events are any indication."
"I managed through it—didn't really have the option of not fulfilling my renewed obligations with regard to asshole Reapers and asshole managers…" She grinned, "…But I found some things to enjoy out of it."
"And would some of those things be romantically related," he looked at her with an apprehension in his eyes.
"I met my purpose, found old friends, made new ones….Lost most of them in the end game…." Voice softening, she rubbed thoughtfully at the bridge of her nose. "My future involved meeting another guy, kind of like you in the sense you both were the same species….He was sick, but he died before the disease could take him."
"You were claimed by him?"
"Pretty clear on that, he was," she smiled sadly, "…And that was a long time ago now."
He pressed the smooth spines on the nape of his neck into his hand as he stretched back and studied her in the light from the windows, "…Will you be mine now instead of his?" She watched as he pushed up from the bed and pulled her waist forward, his lips grazing the insides of each breast. Between her posterior curves of flesh sitting below his navel, she felt a secondary reaction to her own.
"Have you been courting me these past years?"
"Maybe, maybe not," he sighed, tilting his face up and sliding their lips together, "…But I can change my story if I need to."
"You could, couldn't you."
"I think I'm liking this new turn of events, Shepard….Or can I call you by your first name now."
"But you have been," blowing on his eyelids, she lifted her hips to graze him with her heat, "…What's there to change."
Sliding her down as her lower back had arched, his fingers pulled apart her buttocks, "…Everything….But before, it was like calling you the commander when I said it."
She smiled, "…Then say my name, and this time, don't say it like I'm your ruler or anything….Breathe it like I'm yours."
