Three Little Lovebirds
Chapter 6 – More Than A Feeling
Silence lingered in the air for fleeting moments as both girls waited to see what the other would do. For a few long seconds, neither of them moved a muscle. Then, Lucy withdrew a glistening finger from her young lover's mouth and flicked it across the control strip. Pale blue, atmospheric lighting bathed the bedroom in simulated starlight, illuminating the two women with an ethereal glow. The moonlit corona played off Tali's expectant eyes, enhancing their gorgeous iridescence.
"You know, I've dreamt about this moment so many times..." she whispered, cradling Lucy's head in a tangle of arms and radiant golden hair.
Shepard shifted her position under the covers until she lay on top of the apprehensive Quarian, straddling her flared hips on either side. Leaning down, Lucy placed a sweet little peck on the tip of the Quarian's button nose. The kisses trailed across the girl's face, alighting on all her wonderfully sculpted features with featherlike softness. Tali gasped softly, unused to another's touch upon her sensitive skin. She'd been shut away for so long that the feeling of anything but stale air upon her face sent shivers right down her spine.
"I'm scared..." she confessed, still drunk on the stimulating sensations, "I've never been with a partner before..."
Lucy pulled back, empathic concern written in her eyes.
"We don't have to do this," she said earnestly "If you don't feel ready...I'd understand."
The Quarian shook her head slightly, looking worried but still full of eagerness.
"No...I don't want to stop," she murmured just as sincerely. "Just, please...be gentle with me Shepard. Let's take things slowly."
Lucy smiled, her pearly whites inches from Tali's face.
"I hadn't planned for it to be any other way." she husked, leaning in for another soul-searing kiss.
The spectre's hands slid smoothly across Tali's cheeks, making their way to the switch that would release the remainder of her helmet. Still locked at the lips, Lucy pressed the button in, and felt the headgear release its grip on the engineer's skull. Tali cried out softly, tensing up with fear as the helmet slid off. Shepard continued to kiss her softly, whispering soothing words of encouragement and reassurance between mouthfuls.
As the metal fell away, Lucy stifled a gasp at what was beneath. A tightly packed mass of midnight black hair cascaded from the Quarian's scalp, fanning rapidly across the pillow as it sprang from the confined space. The dark strands were surprisingly long, spreading far enough to tickle across the engineers shoulders and frame her face with a beautiful monochrome contrast.
"My God!" Lucy breathed, reverently taking several strands of the hair between her fingers. It glistened in the dim lighting, shining with a million tiny points of reflection. Tali looked almost human without her mask. If it wasn't for her extreme paleness, Shepard could have mistaken her for an earthborn of Asian origin.
Lucy laced her fingers through Tali's rich mane, running her hand deftly through the silky mass. The Quarian squeaked slightly as Shepard's fingertips brushed her sensitive scalp.
"You're so beautiful Tali." the Commander cooed, still lightly playing with the young girl's hair.
A few tiny tears of happiness leaked from the engineer's oriental eyes, disappearing into her untamed locks.
"You're the first person to ever tell me that Lucy," she sighed, hugging the spectre to her "And you're the only one I would have believed."
Tali's mouth parted slightly to allow her pinky-purple tongue to peep out. Moving closer, she tentatively licked her way along Lucy's upper lip, leaving a trail of moisture that shone in the fake starlight. The gesture gave way to another loving kiss, this one even deeper and more heartfelt than the last. Shepard felt the young girl's tongue sliding across the roof of her mouth before diving back down to rub sensually against her own. On an impulse, the Commander suddenly shifted her lips to capture Tali's tongue between them, and began to suck softly.
The Quarian would have moaned but she didn't want Lucy to stop her blissful ministrations. The girl's body was alive with wonderful sensations, the likes of which she'd never known before. At that moment, she felt more loved than at any other time in her life...she felt special and beautiful, words she'd never have thought would describe her before now. When the spectre's lips detached themselves, she felt the loss as if she'd had a limb severed from her body.
"That was incredible!" she whispered, licking the other woman's saliva from her lips "Is that how humans make love?"
Lucy's mouth was mere millimetres from her ear; she could feel the warm breath tickling its sensitive inner lining.
"Oh we're just getting started." Shepard whispered seductively, Tali's words stoking the flames of arousal in her belly.
The Commander flicked her tongue out once more, licking across the ridges of the engineer's auricle. The muscle's tip toyed at the opening to Tali's humanoid ear, coating the tender area with moisture and filling the girl's head with the sounds of heavy panting. The Quarian whimpered loudly, consumed with pleasure and yearning. Lucy inched even closer, and gently took the girl's earlobe between her teeth, grazing the tip softly enough to not hurt her inexperienced lover. The nibbling motions drew a short ecstatic cry from Tali's lungs.
"Oh Ancestors!" she gasped, gripping the spectre even tighter to prevent her stopping.
After what seemed like hours of simple bliss, Lucy finally withdrew herself. She settled back on her haunches, still saddled over the young girl with her thighs squeezing the engineer's taught stomach. Tali's chest was heaving with strained inhalations that mimicked Shepard's own ragged breathing.
"Are you absolutely sure Tali?" the spectre whispered, still feeling slightly guilty over what she was putting the young girl through.
"Shepard...I've been sure ever since I first met you," the Quarian replied just as quietly, looking to where her body was still encased in prohibitive fabric "Let's just get this over with..."
Lucy nodded mutely, and began the laborious process of freeing her lover from the confines of her suit. The shawl came off first, leaving Tali's head completely exposed for the first time. Beneath her ghostly skin, Shepard could just make out the faint shadows of bones and blood vessels. Far from being repulsive, the barely noticeable translucency only served to enhance the engineer's appealing looks. Whenever the girl smiled, the slightly darker patches shifted to accentuate the cute little dimples that formed in her cheeks.
The Commander trailed her hand down to Tali's chest, noticing how well the one-piece hugged all the Quarian's curves. Odd that something so form-fitting could still leave so much to the imagination.
Twin leathery straps kept the suit tight, lashed around just beneath Tali's breasts. They were incredibly stiff, and it took Lucy a few moments of gentle wrestling before she could undo the buckle. Tali balked, fluttering her eyelids at the sensation of the sweaty fabric peeling tantalizingly from her skin, no longer bound by the restraints.
Lucy then went for the sash-like belt that ran diagonally across the engineer's torso. It soon joined the other items of clothing in a discarded pile on the floor. Slowly but surely, the spectre found and released every seal, every clasp that stood between her and whatever lay beneath. Eventually, after half an hour of breathless labour, interrupted by tender kisses and whispered words of affection, Shepard was able to begin freeing the Quarian.
"You ready?" she cooed, keeping her voice full of reassurance and strength.
Tali looked terrified, but she nodded once in affirmation before closing her eyes and biting down hard on her bottom lip.
Lucy started on the girl's right arm, grasping the metal plates that encased it firmly in both hands. With a brief tug, she quickly slid the sleeve off before the Quarian could react and bend at the elbow. Tali wailed with fright, wrenching at the spectre's heart like an ice-cold pickaxe buried to the hilt. The sound of her lover's distress tore Shepard apart emotionally but as always, she had to be strong.
Forcibly shutting out Tali's keening whimpers, Lucy moved to the next metallic sleeve, this time getting a purchase on some protruding tubes. With the same quick efficiency, that too was removed. The young girl tensed briefly, arching her back in an unintentionally alluring posture.
Tali's arms, like the rest of her body, were milky white with only the faintest hint of blue and purple hues. They were long and slender, ending in three elegant pianist's fingers. Shepard had seen first hand how supple and dexterous those digits could be, blurring across a control panel or fingering an omni-tool. Her libido chose the worst moment to wonder what else they could finger. After all, they were so long and flexible and...
Mentally slapping herself, Lucy placed more butterfly kisses across Tali's face. The girl's rose-petal lips were parted alluringly, but she resisted the urge to nurse them with her own, she didn't want to prolong her partner's suffering. Instead, she pulled back once again and curled her fingers into the shoulder cuffs of the Quarian's top. Shepard tugged gently...and nothing happened.
Something still held the suit in place, something she hadn't been able to reach. Of course...there must be seals on the back as well. Lucy winced, realising she'd have to turn Tali over, or stand her up. She really didn't want to move the young girl, but there was little choice.
"Tali..." she whispered, worming her arms under the Quarian to embrace her lovingly "Tali...I'm going to have to roll you onto your side."
The engineer had acclimatised slightly to the foreign feelings that assaulted her brain. After so long of touching nothing but the inside of her shell, Tali's skin was overwhelmed with all the new sensations and textures that pressed against it. She stifled another moan as fear and rapture mingled together in a confusing mess of emotion.
Numbly, she was able to focus for long enough to shift her weight and roll partially over. Lucy immediately spotted the small recessed dials spaced at regular intervals along the girl's spine. Cautiously, she reached out and hooked her finger into the release closest to her lover's head. Tali flinched as the spectre slowly turned the small knob, unclasping the first lock with a small click. Shepard quickly followed suit with the others, deftly prying open the seam along the engineers back. It parted slowly, starting at the base of the Quarian's neck and teasingly creeping downwards to reveal more and more creamy-pale skin.
Lucy was unable to resist her temptations any longer. As she undid the last dial, exposing a strip of bare flesh from top to bottom, the spectre softly pressed her mouth to the first vertebrae at the base of Tali's neck. The ridged bones were actually visible, pressing against the Quarian's taught, sensitive skin.
Tali whimpered plaintively as her lovers warm lips caressed the tip of her spine, electrifying every nerve in her body. The overwhelming tingle focused at the point of contact, steadily creeping down as Lucy kissed each bump in turn. The spectre moved thrillingly slowly, loving every patch on skin as if it were a separate person. After minutes of sweet suspense, the Commander reached Tali's tailbone, which peeped out just above her trouser line. Breathlessly, the Quarian awaited her partner's next move, fear forgotten in the face of such pleasure.
Lucy's tongue emerged from her mouth, trailing against the nerve cluster at the base of Tali's backbone. Like a searing jet of plasma, Shepard licked her way methodically back up the Quarian's spine, extracting more unintelligible noises of joy from the young girl.
"Oh Shepard..." Tali moaned, craning her neck to lock eyes with the spectre "Wha-What are you doing to me?"
The Commander smiled her charming smile and continued to kiss every bit of exposed flesh she could find.
"Whatever you want my love." she whispered, adding a sensual emphasis to the last word. Tali gulped uncertainly...what did she want? When it came to lovemaking, she was completely at her partner's mercy.
Shepard parted the open seam on the back on the enviro-suit, before guiding the Quarian down onto her back once more. Tali shuddered as the fabric of the sheets brushed her exposed skin, delighting in the friction she made with the cloth.
"I want you to make love to me Shepard," she crooned in that irresistible oriental accent "I-I realise now that my Pilgrimage is complete...I've finally found what I was searching for."
Lucy's response was completely unexpected. The spectre broke into a broad smile, which rapidly led into musical chuckles. Before long, she was laughing uncontrollably. Tali felt slightly perturbed by the display, she'd been hoping the response to her heartfelt confession would be a bit more...serious.
"I'm sorry..." Shepard apologised, wiping a stray tear from her eye "I shouldn't laugh...I just can't help it. What did I do to deserve someone as sweet as you Tali?"
In one fluidic motion, aided by both women, Tali's upper clothing was stripped away to clatter loudly to the floor. The Quarian lay there, naked from the waist up. Goose-bumps formed across her chest from the chill cabin air and she shivered slightly, although the motion was unrelated to the cold.
Lucy took a time out to examine every square inch of her lover. Her stomach was flat, with barely noticeable lumps where her abs graced the surface. The fleshy tissue gave way to taught skin that clung tightly to a partially visible ribcage. Shepard drank in every detail, from the concave shape her sides made with her hips, to the tiny crinkle of recessed skin that formed her belly button.
Inevitably however, Lucy's eyes were drawn to the pearly mounds that rose and fell rhythmically with the young girl's breathing. Tali's breasts were the perfect size for someone of her stature and were topped with the most adorable, rosebud-pink nipples that the spectre had ever seen. They were rock solid with arousal, and quivered slightly in the dim lighting, as if begging for her touch.
"Is something wrong, do you not like what you see?" Tali whispered, her voice faltering with uncertainty. Lucy forcibly tore her eyes away, blushing as she realized she'd been staring.
"No Tali, everything's absolutely perfect...including you."
The Quarian opened her mouth to tell the spectre just how much she loved her, but the words morphed into a wordless cry as Lucy lightly cupped her chest. Shepard's hands felt scorching against her starved flesh, like twin points of fire that burned the air from her lungs.
Lucy began to softly squeeze the young girl's breasts, gently pressing her fingers into the pliable tissue. Tali moaned loudly, unconsciously puffing her chest up in an effort to make greater contact with Shepard's hands. The spectre felt a heady thrill pulse through her body, mingled with passionate love for the young girl who now lay beneath her. Intoxicated, she let her head droop to place a series of wet kisses across the engineer's navel, coating it with saliva that pooled in the small dimple at its centre. By the time her fingers first brushed Tali's nipple, the Quarian's taught belly was glistening with moisture.
Her lover half-whimpered, half-cried as she felt nimble pads brushing against her hard little nub. The rough skin was stretched even tighter as more blood engorged the tip. Lucy could actually see Tali's aureole's darkening, the change coming suddenly as light pink was replaced with rich purple. In the centre, her nipple grew even more, now fully erect beneath the feathery strokes that Lucy teased it with. Shepard had never seen anything quite like it, no one else had responded this well to her touch before. Then again, Tali was not your average lover.
"Hold me Lucy!" the Quarian croaked between desperate gasps. Shepard complied, reluctantly relinquishing her prize to encircle Tali's belly with powerful arms. Lifting the young girl gingerly from the mattress, she tugged her into an upright position and cradled her closely against her own bosom. Twin, hard points pressed against Lucy's chest, sensually rubbing up and down in time with the Quarian's breathing. Tali fretted under her breath at the delicious feelings that shot from her nipples as they grazed across the Commander's uniform.
The spectre began necking against Tali's delicate jaw line. Tiny kisses and licks fluttered up and down the young girl's neck and occasionally strayed further upwards to nibble on her slightly pointed earlobe. Lucy had always enjoyed being the giver, and held no objection to the one sided lovemaking. Eventually though, when she was sure Tali had been sufficiently warmed up, she went for something a bit more bold.
Lowering the Quarian further back into her arms, she let her trail of caresses continue downwards, dipping into the hollow of Tali's collarbone. Lucy's mouth licked slowly down the valley of the young girl's chest, carefully avoiding contact with the trembling mounds on either side. Her nose pressed against the engineer's skin, inhaling the wonderful scent of another woman's body. Despite being entombed for so long, Tali smelt gorgeous, like a subtle blend of floral nectar mixed in with the merest hints of peppermint and lavender.
Lucy decided her lover had suffered enough. For the first time, the spectre's mouth ascended one of the Quarian's milky globes. Shepard could feel the warmth that radiated freely from deep within Tali's chest, coming straight from her galloping heart. Indeed, it felt like the young girl's love muscle was doing acrobatic back flips of joy.
"Pleeeeeeease Lucy!" Tali cried, shuddering expectantly in her arms.
It was impossible to deny the young Quarian, not that the Commander had any intention of doing so. Her kisses finally found their way to her prize, alighting with infinite tenderness on Tali's love-bud. Without further ado, Lucy slipped the erect nipple between her lips and suckled sweetly on the tip. The spectre's tongue coated the rough flesh with moisture which leaked from her mouth and rolled down the elegant contours of her lover's bosom.
Tali couldn't suppress the shriek of ecstasy that ripped from her throat like an unbridled beast. Looking down, she saw her lover's mouth clamped firmly across one of her breasts, those unfathomable green eyes still lovingly locked with her own. It was impossible for the Quarian to maintain enough strength in her muscles to remain upright. Instead, she slumped back to the bed with a heavy sigh of pleasure, relaxing into the intoxicating sensations that coursed through her entire body. Lucy bent down and continued to toy with the engineer's most sensitive areas, working her torso like a master musician would play their instrument of choice.
Tali lost track of time. Seconds rolled into minutes and for all she knew, Shepard had been sweetly tormenting her for hours already. It didn't matter, nothing mattered but the intense, overwhelming feelings that Lucy's lips teased from her flesh wherever they made contact. Whether she was planting languid kisses across the firm mounds, or softly chafing the little nubbin on top with maddeningly tender nibbles, the Quarian had been taken to another realm, where nothing but orgasmic pleasure existed.
"Lucy...oh Lucy..." Tali whispered, enthralled to the spectre's every move "I want to...I want to...ohhhhhhhhhh...see what is beneath your...ahhhh...your uniform!"
Shepard smiled coyly as the young Quarian desperately struggled to focus long enough to force the words out. Between the emotional shock of being exposed to a foreign environment and engaging in her first sexual encounter, Tali was literally unable to control herself. The engineer's chest heaved with laboured breathing as Lucy continued to knead at her breasts, rubbing the incredibly stiff nipples between thumb and forefinger.
Smiling, the spectre removed her hands momentarily; just long enough to slip her sweaty navy slacks over her head. As the shirt came off, her golden hair cascaded downwards like a waterfall of sunbeams to tease the Quarian's navel with countless tiny wisps of sensation. Tali gave a tremulous giggle as the strands tickled her sensitive flesh. The laughter died in her throat however as she drank in the sight of the naked skin that presented itself to her. Lucy's averagely sized bosom was still bound within the confines of her sports bra...something the young girl sought to rectify as quickly as possible.
Tali fastened her fingers around the undergarments catch with an almost reverent look on her face. She was unsure of how the clasp operated, never having worn a bra before, but she was an engineer and after a few clumsy attempts she was able to deduce how the fastening worked and slide the small hooks apart.
As the fabric fell away, the Quarian's expression changed from reverence to awe. Her mouth unconsciously fell open as all tension in her jaw relaxed from wonderment.
"Oh..." she whispered feebly, withdrawing her hand as if afraid to disturb the offering, "Oh wow..."
"Relax Tali, they don't bite." Lucy chuckled, hoping to reassure the uncertain Quarian. She seemed unsure of what to do next, instead just staring fixatedly at the spectre's breasts. Shepard began to feel a bit self conscious, reddening slightly across the flat of her chest from embarrassment. Tali reached out with an exploratory hand, tentatively hovering it in the air between the two women.
"Go ahead," the Commander whispered, yearning for the young girl's touch, "Don't be afraid...just do what feels natural."
"They're so big..." Tali murmured, still not quite willing to touch them, "Is this a natural size for your people?"
Lucy blushed a bit more.
"I-I never really thought they were that large." she replied, looking down at the pair with newfound fascination. Her own nipples were hard as pebbles, jutting out a good couple of centimetres from the surrounding dusting of pimples that made up her aureole. Apart from the islands of rosy pink, Lucy's skin was a rich, golden sandstone colour born of time spent planet-side under suns of varying intensity. The fluorescent lighting of the cabin made the spectre's flesh glow radiantly, as if that same sunlight shone from her every pore.
Tali swallowed her nerves and gingerly lay her hand against one of Lucy's breasts. Having spent most of her life handling cold, metallic machinery, or dealing with other suited Quarians, the soft, squishy feel of the mound was an alien sensation to the young engineer. Softly spreading her fingers to gently cup the golden globe, Tali marvelled at how warm it was. Heat pulsated through each of her three digits, travelling down her arm in a relaxing wave.
Lucy inhaled sharply, wanting to savour the first caresses her lover placed upon the intimate area. She'd never imagined quite how good it would feel...it had been so long since another had touched her this way.
"Ahhhhhh..." she sighed, craning her head back and as Tali experimentally massaged her left breast. The sounds of pleasure seemed to spur the inexperienced Quarian on, encouraging her to try new things. Her other hand fell snugly across Lucy's right bosom, taking up the kneading motion of the first.
"Am I doing okay?" Tali piped up eagerly, hoping the spectre was feeling some of the joy that she'd experienced earlier.
"Oh God...you could say that!" Shepard gasped, clamping her hands down on top of the engineers to force them further into her own pliable flesh. Beneath Lucy's grip, Tali shifted her fingers until she was lightly pinching the Commander's nipples between spindly fingertips. Remembering what the spectre had taught her, the young girl began to softly roll the hardened stones in tiny circular motions. Pride welled in her chest as Shepard cried out an indecipherable phrase that included the Quarian's name several times.
"Move your hands Lucy..." she pleaded, feeling emboldened by how well the spectre reacted "I want to taste you."
The Commander nodded breathlessly, letting her arms fall limply away. Tali immediately moved her own hands and before Shepard could protest, replaced them with her lips. The young Quarian still felt apprehensive, but that all changed as she felt her mouth latch over Lucy's hardened peach stones. Her nerves were replaced with a delightful euphoria as the spectre moaned even louder and began to shake in rolling waves from head to toe.
Tali worried away at the nipple, sucking softly and occasionally daring to stroke her tongue across the rough surface. Everything she did seemed to delight her lover more and it wasn't long before she'd settled into her new role. Lucy suddenly arched her back, causing more delicious friction between the two women's abdomens and forcing her breasts against the startled Quarian's face. The soft flesh was suffocating, but it just gave Tali an excuse to reach and playfully massage her partner's chest. Switching to the other tip, the engineer continued to caress Lucy's nipple between her lips with all the passion of a starving woman presented with a feast.
"I-I-I thought you said that...that you hadn't done this before!" the Commander groaned, feeling her spine tense and relax uncontrollably as pleasure surged down its length.
"I haven't," Tali mumbled, muffled by the flesh she'd buried her mouth in "I just have a wonderful teacher."
"In that case..." Lucy whispered, carefully withdrawing her glistening breasts from the young Quarian's mouth "I think it's time for my star pupil to learn a little bit more."
Tali giggled softy, but couldn't quite hide her disappointment at having the spectre's gorgeous bosom removed.
"I'm going to have to take the rest of your suit off," Shepard apologised "I'll make it as quick as possible."
The Quarian nodded, and was surprised that the idea did not scare her at all. Perhaps it was the anticipation of finding out what happened next, or maybe just the fact that Lucy was always so gentle with her...either way, the fear had evaporated. Tali trusted the spectre with her life and with her heart...there was no reason not to entrust her body to the woman as well.
The Commander pushed back the covers and slid from her perch on the engineers hips. She felt the excitement building deep within her...this was a very special moment. With utmost care, she undid the last straps that kept Tali's reinforced boots locked to her feet. The plate metal squeaked in protest, but offered little resistance to being stripped away. Once both items of footwear had been removed and bundled off the end of the bed, Lucy turned her attention to the polymer sleeve that was her partner's last item of clothing. Shepard was certain the young girl didn't realize how sexy she looked, with her bare top half and dressed only in form-fitting stockings. She tore her eyes away before they became too entranced and focused on the seam that ran the length of Tali's leg.
The next few minutes passed in a dreamlike state. Lucy's mind wandered as she mechanically went through the motions of unzipping and unclasping all the seals. About five minutes later, the garment was free.
Shepard slowly peeled back the fabric and Tali slipped one elegant, alien leg from the confines of the suit. The spectre gasped with a mixture of curiosity and wonderment. Throughout all their lovemaking, it had been so easy to forget that the Quarian was from an entirely different race. Lucy had already become completely accustomed to the complexion of her skin, and apart from that everything about the young girl seemed so...human.
This was a glaringly obvious reminder that while she and Tali shared many things, there were some fundamental differences. The engineer's leg reminded the Commander of a cat, with its incredibly high ankle joint that came just several inches after her knee. This double-jointedness leant Tali's limbs a pleasingly aesthetic curve, which terminated in a beautifully crafted, two-toed foot.
Lucy carefully took the leg in her hands, handling it with the same delicacy as some ancient, Prothean artefact. Her fingers ran up and down its length, feeling every bump and groove. Fingers were quickly followed by lips as Shepard kissed her way from the raised ankle joint, all the way along to the tip of each splayed toe. Tali wriggled helplessly at the tickling sensation that Lucy's mouth caused against the newly exposed skin. The spectre took pity on the girl, and halted her teasing to give the Quarian time to extricate her other leg.
By now, the only part of the engineer's body that remained covered was the sensual swell of her hips and upper thighs. Lucy hesitated, nervous about removing the last vestiges of clothing. It felt like she was trespassing on some sacred place...somewhere pure and untarnished by another's touch. In a way, it was true.
The soft, musical sound of Tali's voice tugged her from her reverie.
"I'm ready Lucy..." the Quarian whispered, as if reading Shepard's mind.
The spectre didn't need to be told twice. All it took was a small tug to slide the engineer's leggings from under her, and then they too were discarded onto the deck. Tali sighed softly, as if she was finally relieved of some great weight on her shoulders.
"Oh Lucy!" she cried, a burble of laughter escaping from her lips "It's so wonderful to be free again!"
Before Shepard could examine what she'd uncovered, Tali had encircled her neck and with surprising force, pulled her up the length of her body. The Commander's shock increased as her breasts were crushed firmly against the Quarian's own bosom. A synchronised cry of unexpected pleasure came from both women at the feeling of tender flesh colliding. The sensation intensified as the young engineer began to shift her chest, rubbing both sets of nipples around each other in tiny circles. Rough skin met rough skin and chapped together in a wonderfully pleasing way.
Lucy drew Tali's lips to her own like an unseen magnetic force, capturing them with fierce intensity as lust slowly unwound in the pit of her stomach. Her eyes clouded with a fiery desire to finally take the Quarian and make the young girl hers forever. Shepard forced a questing hand between their two tightly pressed bodies and began to wriggle it down Tali's belly towards her unexplored nether regions.
Comprehension dawned on the engineer's face as she realised, with a thrill, where her lover's fingers were sliding towards.
"Don't...hurt...me...Lucy." she husked, barely able to formulate a complete sentence anymore.
"Never!" the spectre hissed with total conviction.
Then Shepard's fingertips lightly ran through a small patch of wiry-black hair and finally reached their destination. A lustful touch curled lazily across the top of her slit, just grazing the tiny love bead that poked timidly from the fleshy folds.
Tali felt every nerve ending in her body catch fire and she screamed Lucy's name at the top of her lungs.
In an orgasmic trance, the young Quarian could only buck wildly as great rolling waves of pleasure overcame her every muscle. Shepard's face was the only constant in her world, swimming like a heavenly vision just above her tear-clouded eyes. More touches came, slipping through her bush and alighting tenderly upon the young girl's sensitive little nub. Tali screamed again, babbling out in her native tongue with words of love for the woman that pressed down on top of her.
Lucy ran her fingertips in tiny circles across the tender dot of flesh, feeling something impossibly powerful building within her as well. It was like a dull pressure that squeezed at her groin from within, steadily intensifying as she played her fingers through the soaked folds of skin. Tali's juices coated her fingers and ran off the young girl's glistening thighs in tiny rivulets, coating the spectre's bed in a sticky mess.
It was evident that the Quarian wasn't going to last much longer if Shepard kept up her current pace. Tali's eyes had rolled back into her head, leaving nothing but glimpses of milky white behind fluttering lids. Her jaw was locked open but she'd long since screamed herself hoarse, leaving only the sound of tiny gasps of air escaping her lungs. Lucy was having a hard time keeping the engineer on the mattress as she violently reared herself up and down in great, undulating waves.
The spectre finally took pity on her. Lucy cradled Tali's head against her shoulder with her free arm and slid the other one down even further. The young Quarian took a tremulous, shuddering breath as the Commander's palm grazed across the engorged bundle of nerves. Shepard slipped her fingers through Tali's outer lips, and felt the fleshy folds grip the digits tightly just as her partner's mouth had done those several hours previously. That felt like a whole other life right now.
"I love you." she whispered, sending her warm breath flooding into the Quarian's ear.
Lucy slid her first, lubricated finger deep into the tiny opening. Muscular walls gripped it snugly on all sides, trying to suck the digit even further inside. The young girl was almost painfully tight, and the violent contractions felt like they may pop Shepard's finger from its socket.
Having caught her breath, Tali released it once again as an ecstatic wail that rose in volume and pitch the second Lucy began to wiggle her finger against the Quarian's sensitive interior wall. The young engineer tensed every muscle in her body, forcing her back from the bed and clamping down hard on the spectre's wriggling digit. Powerful tremors gripped the girl and her eyes flew open to stare unblinkingly at the ceiling.
Tali's climax opened the metaphorical floodgates and even as great torrents of tears cascaded down her face, Lucy felt a deluge of more intimate fluid soaking her entire hand layering the Quarian's upper legs with deliciously warm nectar. Shepard's lover's chest rose and fell spasmodically, wracked with sobs as the young girl came down from her first orgasm.
The spectre let her spent partner fall back softly onto the bunk. Tali's hair lay in a tangled mess that partially hid her beautifully serene expression of contentment. Salty trails still ran from the corners of her delicately closed eyes, marring the otherwise unblemished skin. She didn't respond when Lucy went to wipe away a few straggling tears, and the Commander realised that her lover had blacked out. Apparently it had been one pleasure too far for the young Quarian.
Smiling tenderly at her dozing engineer, Lucy idly licked the residue of their lovemaking off her fingertips. She'd tasted other women's essence before, but never anything quite as sweet Tali's; and never under such beautiful circumstances. Making love to the young girl had been an unbelievable, almost spiritual experience; one the she knew she could never regret, no matter what happened.
After savouring the last of the delicious fluids that coated her hand, Shepard gently rolled Tali onto one side before snuggling up against the engineer's bare back. Spooning her softly from behind, Lucy giggled at how sticky both the bed and her lover felt. She'd regret not cleaning that up in the morning, but for now it was worth it. With the comforting feeling of her breasts nestled firmly against her sweet lover's back, the spectre sank into a deep sleep.
Admiral Rael'Zorah vas Penthanar took his job very seriously. Being head of the admiralty board was more than just a ceremonial position; his decisions affected the lives of every individual in the migrant fleet. While he was not technically a leader, more a chairman, that knowledge did little to make his days any less frantic or taxing. Wearily massaging his aching temples, he turned back to the bank of monitors that adorned the walls of the bridge.
The Penthanar was the flagship and pride of the Flotilla, home to whichever Quarian held Rael's stressful job. The vessel was actually a heavily repaired and retrofitted Turian dreadnaught that the migrant fleet had stumbled upon a few decades ago. It had been gutted and left for scrap in some backwater sector, abandoned by a race with enough resources to simply build a replacement. To the Quarians however, there was no such luxury, and they'd eagerly seized upon the opportunity to add such a potent icon to their navy.
Repairs had taken the best part of three years, not to mention all the work that went into converting a weapon of war into a vessel fit for families to inhabit. Despite the more civilian modifications, the dreadnaught was still a force to be reckoned with. Over the years, more and more armour plating and weaponry had been bolted across the titan's hull, transforming the once graceful ship into a mass of ragtag metal. It wasn't pretty, but it could sure kick the ass of any small time privateers that saw the migrant fleet as a sitting duck.
The bridge was a purely functional affair, embodying the Quarian philosophy of beauty second. It was a hive of activity, with crew members constantly squeezing their way along narrow pathways between the cramped equipment and readout displays that littered the floor. As with everything in the Flotilla, space was a valuable commodity. Diagnostic stations from all areas of the ship had been crammed in to make more room for living quarters on the other decks.
"Get me a report," he barked, his gravely tone making him sound harsher than he actually felt "Are we synchronised for the jump?"
"The last stragglers are closing now Admiral." one of the junior officers reported from his position at the nose of the command deck. The young Quarian was wearing his environment suit, an increasingly popular custom. Rael despised this new trend; they shouldn't have to feel like outsiders on their own ships...this was their home. The admiral refused to don the survival gear unless absolutely necessary, hoping his example might lead others away from becoming isolationists, as he liked to call them.
"Twenty seconds out." another reported, her female features not encumbered with a bulky breathing apparatus. Rael hadn't seen her before...she must only have just completed her Pilgrimage to join the crew.
For the fifteenth time that day, the admiral found his thoughts drifting to his own little girl, out there somewhere amongst the stars. He always told himself there was nothing to fear, Tali was headstrong, youthful and skilled at her trade. Still...there were always a few who never returned. Rael offered up a silent prayer to his ancestors that they would watch over his daughter and return her safely to the migrant fleet where she belonged.
The old Quarian was so wrapped up in his personal thoughts, that he didn't immediately notice the change that had occurred on the bridge. When he finally shook himself free of paternal concerns, he found the display he'd been glancing at had malfunctioned. Cursing under his breath, Rael banged a three-fingered fist on the thick glass monitor, hoping to jolt it back into life. Nothing happened.
He turned away, and immediately noticed that something was wrong. The entire command deck had stopped dead, frozen in place by some unseen force. Every computer was hung, every crew member had stopped dead in their tracks, some trapped in positions they couldn't possibly remain balanced in for this long.
"What the hell?" Rael muttered, approaching the young girl who had reminded him of Tali. She appeared outwardly fine, except for an obvious lack of movement. It was as if time had simply stopped for everyone on the bridge except him.
"I thought you Quarians didn't believe in eternal torment," said a disembodied voice behind the admiral.
"Son of a bitch!" Rael swore, spinning around to face his adversary. It took him a second to locate the humanoid figure amongst the jungle of electronics, despite his bizarre garb. Judging from the intruders figure and voice, he was male...but definitely not Quarian.
"Actually I think you'll mind my mother was not a female canine." the man replied in the same, polite tone he'd used before. He slowly approached Rael, feet making an odd clanging sound on the deck. The clothes he wore were unlike anything the Quarian had ever seen; certainly not practical for space travel. He was dressed in what appeared to be a white shirt and waistcoat, tucked into a pair of smart black trousers that looked recently pressed. Over the top, he wore an equally black tailcoat that perfectly matched the wide brimmed, glossy top hat that swathed his face in shadow. The admiral wouldn't recognize it, but the man was the splitting image of a Victorian era melodrama villain in his creaseless, antiquated attire.
As the gentleman stepped into a more harshly lit section of the bridge, Rael gasped with shock. He was neither human, nor Turian, nor any other race that the old Quarian had ever seen before. Light reflected off the polished metal that made up the man's face. His 'skin' was smooth, intersected by small furrows that indicated where one plate finished and the next one began. All the standard humanoid features were there...nose, mouth and unnervingly unblinking eyes. The only difference was the lack of cladding across his chin...there was simply a metallic, skeletal lower jaw, complete with rows of silvery teeth which gleamed wickedly.
The stranger was a synthetic.
Irrational fear clawed at Rael's stomach. The robotic man had made no attempt to harm him, apart from apparently freezing time for the entire Flotilla. Nevertheless, every Quarian knew what synthetics were capable of...their hatred for the Geth never having diminished during all their time in exile. The man did not look like one of their old servants, but who knew how they'd changed during their two hundred years beyond the veil.
"Who are you?" seemed like a good opening question, just beating 'What do you want?' and 'How, by my ancestors, did you get onto the bridge?'
"Straight to the point I see," the man said, smiling mirthlessly at the Quarian admiral "Simply put, I am someone you would do very well to listen to."
"Are you indeed?" Rael replied sarcastically, annoyed that the stranger thought he could dish out orders on the admiral's own flagship "That's all well and good, but I was thinking more along the lines of a name and a reason for boarding my vessel."
"My name is irrelevant and my motives shall become clear," came the clipped reply, revealing nothing whatsoever.
"Well then," the Quarian replied, trying to sound brash and confident. "I'm listening..."
"I am a buyer and seller of information Mr. Zorah and I have come into possession of a piece you might find most interesting."
Rael recalled hearing reports of such a trader from others who had visited the Citadel on their Pilgrimage...called himself the Shadow Broker.
"They told me you only ever work through agents," he blurted out before he could stop himself. Blast...he'd just let the opposition get a glimpse of his hand.
"Ordinarily, that is true, yes," the figure conceded, catching Rael off guard "Although you may not be aware of it admiral, these are extraordinary times...I found it necessary to contact you personally."
Some explanation that was...at least he'd confirmed his identity.
"They also told me your secrets come at a high price...do I look as if I have free money just floating around?"
"No...but as I said, extraordinary times. Besides, this particular tidbit would be of little value to anyone besides yourself. It concerns your daughter."
"Tali..." Rael breathed, instantly nervous. "What have you done with her?"
"I assure you, I have had no dealings with her of any kind. She is perfectly fine...better in fact than you might think."
"And what does that mean?" the admiral said, flustered at not being in control of the situation, or himself.
"You'll just have to find out for yourself," the Shadow Broker said with the same humourless smile "I can give you the coordinates of the ship she is on, as well as it's flight path and intended destination. If I were you, I'd get there as fast as I could."
"Why? Is she in danger?"
The Shadow Broker brushed a small fleck of dust off one of the frozen Quarian's before replying.
"Time is money admiral; I have loitered too long already."
In the brief moment it took for Rael to blink, the information dealer had disappeared. In his place was the usual bustle of the bridge, returned to normal upon his departure.
"We're ready to initiate the jump admiral," came the pilot's report, as if nothing untoward had happened.
Rael felt distinctly shaken, something he hadn't experienced in a long while. Was he really willing to divert the entire migrant fleet to chase after his daughter on the word of some shifty stranger?
Tali was his only child. The answer was yes.
"Negative," he yelled, alarming the nearby navigation officer "Bring her around, I've got new coordinates."