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Tali was many things.
The quarian was a skilled engineer, an unmatched tech-specialist, and an absolute killer with a shotgun.
She was also Admiral Rael'Zorah's beautiful daughter, the Princess of the Migrant Fleet, and the woman who stole The Lion's heart.
But right now, above all else, Tali was nervous. The trembling-hands kind of nervous, where the quarian would start playing with her fingers and find the floor to be immensely interesting. But what sane individual wouldn't feel that way? Riding an excruciatingly slow elevator up to the captain's quarters with the sole purpose of initiating relations of a sexual nature with said captain would make damn near anybody lose their head.
This is it. Keelah, this is it. Only a few moments until that door opens and I'll be in John's room and… and…
Tali cursed to herself, silently and in the old quarian tongue, Khelish. She was about to get what she had always wanted, so the fact that happiness wasn't the most prominent emotion in her mind was a mystery to her.
The quarian forced herself to remember just what was going to happen in only a few moment's time. In a matter of maybe a minute, Tali'Zorah was going to be having sex with a man she had fallen for two years ago. And, if the skills he had shown off when he had fucked her on top of her work station using nothing but his hands and nerve-stim pro, it was going to be really, really good sex.
There were three ways it could go, all of which were outcomes that Tali had no problem with. One: John would fuck her brains out. Two: she would fuck John's brains out. Or Three, the most optimal outcome: They would fuck each other's brains out.
Ravished into delirium by an insatiable Lion doesn't sound too bad… neither does taming the Lion… That'll be a story to tell: "little quarian girl brings the handsome war hero to his knees"…
The asari concoction that Jack had been so kind to give her was working its magic. As were the herbal supplements and antibiotics that the quarian had pumped into herself. Tali could feel them, flowing through her body, reaching every limb, out to the tip of each finger and toe. The engineer breathed in, filling her lungs with sterile air, and felt surprisingly invigorated.
Tali smiled to herself and reached up with one shaky hand, taking a hold of her suit's mask. Feeling daring, the quarian pressed the release buttons on both sides of her helmet, the pressurized air rushing out with a small hiss. The mask fell free in her hand and Tali took another tentative breath, inhaling a lungful of unsterilized, Normandy-air.
It was wonderful.
The quarian smiled again as she felt the elevator come to a stop. The doors slid open, revealing the entrance to the captain's quarters, unlocked.
This ought to be a surprise for the Lion, Tali thought to herself, her smile growing into something more mischievous. A nude quarian walks up and asks him for sex. Sends a clear enough message. Maybe I could give him a come-hither look, just to be sure.
She opened the cabin doors and slinked inside, tugging at the straps holding her suit together. Some pieces loosened and her kinetic barrier harness fell to the floor with a small "thud". The metal plates that covered her shins were the next to go, clattering on the ground.
Giggling like some love-stricken fleet-girl, Tali stepped down into the loft as she pulled her sleeves down around her shoulders, looking up to see…
"Jack?"
Jack lay on Shepard's bed, legs crossed with her head resting on a pillow, looking bored as she stared up through the glass ceiling, watching the stars go by. The convict's eyes glanced down at the quarian now in the room, one brow raised.
"Bucket," She greeted, propping herself up on her shoulders. "Glad I caught you before Boy-scout got his claws into you."
Tali narrowed her eyes at the psychotic biotic, blushing purple as she tugged her sleeves back up.
"What do you want?" Tali asked, trying and failing to not sound confrontational. "Where's John?"
Jack smirked when she caught on to the engineer's tone of voice, the look on her face resembling some odd sort of… pride?
"Johnny-boy is down on the crew deck, helping Gardner fix an electrical malfunction. You know, being all 'Dudley-do-right'. That's sort of his thing," Jack answered, throwing her legs over the side of the bed, getting herself into a sitting-up position. "I thought I would take the opportunity to help you out one last time."
Jack reached back towards the bed, grabbing a couple of white boxes that Tali had not noticed were there. The tattooed woman shoved them into Tali's hands and immediately started for the elevator. Flustered, Tali whirled around.
"Wait! What… What are these?"
"Lingerie," Jack bluntly stated, not bothering to turn around. "Walking in to see a naked woman is nice and all, but I think that seeing sweet, innocent Tali in a tiny, lacy outfit will have more of an impact on Lover-boy."
Tali stared, wide-eyed, at the boxes of frilly underthings, finding herself unable to speak for a short moment. The fact that Jack, of all people, had done something generous of her own accord was simply unheard of.
"You… you bought me clothes?" Tali spoke, both confused and slightly touched.
This time, Jack did turn around. The convict held a small grin on her face as she shrugged.
"Yeah, I guess I did. Well, technically I used up some of the Cerberus funds, so really, a human-supremacist terror group bought you lacy lingerie. Kinda ironic, no?"
Tali laughed, shaking her head as she opened one of the boxes to inspect her new gift.
"Just remember," Jack called out again. "We had a deal, bucket. When you and Boy-scout have had your fun, I'll be coming up to make it more interesting."
There was a hiss as the elevator doors slid shut. Then, silence.
And just like that, Tali was alone.
I wonder if she bought anything in the color purple.
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John Shepard was having a relatively good day. It had been a few days since Jack had taken him to that brothel down on Illium and what the convict had said to him was finally starting to sink in.
Thanks to some choice words given to him by a surprisingly insightful convict, the human commander knew exactly what he was. He was a hero to the people of the galaxy, the do-right kind of guy with a tendency to stop and help damn near everyone he came across. But, at the same time, he was also a man. A greedy man. Not in terms of money or power, as the responsibility that came with both was rather unattractive to him, but in relations with individuals of the female persuasion.
In other words, The Lion of Elysium liked to have sex. A lot. So much so, that a single woman would not be able to keep up. John was a lion, and such fierce creatures like him needed a pride.
Of course, his pride would be more than just tight, warm holes for his cock – though, that's not say he would turn those down – for they would be his, strong, loyal and supportive. What would a man be without his subjects, his lancers?
John had his doubts at first, coming back aboard the Normandy after that night in the brothel. Having enjoyed the warm company of four very skilled women at once, the marine returned to his ship, drained and tired even after a night of rest in their arms. That was when he started thinking about the possible ramifications of leading such a… hedonistic lifestyle.
With the way things were, John's life wasn't exactly the most private, even if he did command a stealth vessel. What would the galaxy think? The Alliance? Seeing their golden boy run about the star systems, exploring the joys of the female form to a truly ludicrous degree would no doubt lead to cries of protest from those ever illustrious moral guardians.
"That man is a horrid influence," The overprotective mothers would screech, those dried-up cunts. "No true role model would waste time with whores and strippers!"
Fortunately, Crewman Patel and Yeoman Chambers had been there to remove such thoughts from his mind. The Commander was sure that Jack had some hand in the women's sudden interest but, at that time, he couldn't bring himself to care. Not when Patel and Chambers had cornered him on a ghost-town of a crew deck, wearing nothing but tiny bath robes that barely reached down to their thighs, showing off long, sexy legs.
Between Patel's lovely, chocolate skin and Chambers' shapely form, John had understood that it was a futile effort to turn them down. He fucked them, both of them, in the women's lavatory, having ordered EDI to lock the doors until he said otherwise.
What John loved most, rather than their sweet, tight cunts, was just how submissive they were. The two women had hung on his every word, their large, shiny eyes gazing back at him with adoration and obedience. It had been a far cry from any encounter John had before, having both girls get down on their hands and knees and beg – beg! – to be bred like animals. John obliged, of course, like most men would.
God, those two knew how to work the hips. And their mouths…
That had been a rather great day, but that was in the past. Today, as was made clear, was only relatively good. Successfully fixing the mess halls stove had been nice, but not a particularly shining moment. Even getting blown by a horny Patel while taking a slow elevator ride up to the captain's cabin couldn't elevate the status of the day from good to great. This was in no way a fault of Patel's deep-throating or swallowing skills, seeing as those were fantastic, but rather a fault of John himself.
Even after discovering himself, what he truly was, John still had thoughts of a certain quarian engineer swimming about in his head.
Commander John Shepard was a greedy man, but even greedy men fell in love.
Tali'Zorah vas Normandy was, in the most simplest of terms, the light of his life. She was caring, she was loyal, and damned if she wasn't the only woman in the Milky Way who could make his knees go weak by simply speaking some words.
And John's treatment of her had been absolutely unacceptable.
Yes, he had fucked her using her nerve-stim program, right on top of her work-station.
Yes, he had made her cum rather hard.
And yes, she had done so crying out his name (among other things).
Problem was, it had all been rather… crass. Crude was also an applicable term.
Tali'Zorah was a lady, lovely and sweet. An admiral's daughter, the shining jewel of the quarian people. She deserved to be treated as such.
John Shepard was an Alliance Officer and a gentleman. And he had failed to act as such.
As his long, thick cock twitched in Patel's hot mouth, sending a flood of warm cum down her throat, John swore to himself that he was going to make things right between the two of them. He needed to let his quarian know that she meant more to him than a rough fuck next to the ship's eezo core. Tali needed to know that despite all the women, all the lionesses in his pride, she was the one for him, the one who had always stood by his side.
John grunted, a low, manly noise, placing a large hand on the top of Patel's bobbing head, petting the girl as she sucked his cock clean. The dark skinned crewman looked up from her crouching position, brown eyes meeting his, and gulped on the meat filling her throat.
"GLK! GLK! GLK! GLK!" Were the noises Patel made as she took John's cock deep with each bob of her head, her tongue stroking the throbbing shaft each time her head rose and fell.
"Fuck…" John breathed, watching in awe as the generally unassuming woman swallowed every inch of him, moaning whorishly as she gulped down every spurt of his hot cum. "That's it, sweetie…"
The elevator gave a small ding, indicating that it had finally reached the loft.
John stroked her hair as she finished, grinning down at her with a feeling that could only be described as pride. Patel hummed happily into the meat she had her lips wrapped around, before pulling back, allowing the softening member to slip out of her mouth and slap wetly against her saliva-covered chin.
"Did I do well, sir?" She asked, almost cooing up at her Commander, stroking his leg.
John managed a small chuckle.
"Yes, Crewman, yes you did," He answered, tilting her head up by her chin. "Go take some time off, Miss Patel. You've earned it."
Patel smiled, wiping some driblets of him from the corner of her mouth. She gave him a wink as he stepped off the elevator to enter his room, a wink he returned.
The elevator doors slid shut and John was left alone to his thoughts.
…or, at least he believed he was alone.
As the Commander entered his quarters, he was met with a very interesting sight.
Mother have mercy…
Tali'Zorah vas Normandy, the hell-cat of a woman who had been plaguing his thoughts, was standing before him, suit-less and damn near nude save for what had to be the most cock-hardening lingerie set the galaxy had ever seen. First, there was the small, lacy nightie that hugged her chest made her small, perky breasts seem much more… fondle-able. Then, there were the panties that seemed to be held in place through magic alone, hiding from view something that John already wished his tongue could taste. All the while, her wild curls of dark, obsidian hair fell to her soft shoulders, framing her pretty face as her cat-like eyes gazed back at him, hungry and lustful.
"Hello, Commander…" Tali purred, slinking up to him with the gracefulness of a lioness.
His lioness. "I've been meaning to speak with you. Do you have a moment to spare for your quarian, Lion?"
Guh…
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So taming the Lion is out of the question, Tali thought to herself as Shepard pinned her to the bed, his lips and tongue attacking the sensitive skin of her neck. The quarian girl sighed happily at the sensation, her small hands cradling her human's head, fingers running across the short bristles on his scalp. Why did I ever think that was an option?
John Shepard was a behemoth of a man, a tall, broad paragon of strength and virtue. The fact that he immediately took control of the coupling came as no surprise. The fact that he could lift his quarian up into his strong arms like she was nothing, however, did.
Tali had squealed happily at that, giggling like some young, starry-eyed girl as she wrapped her long legs around her Captain's waist, only to be quickly silenced as his lips captured hers in a fierce kiss. Her heart was sent racing when his tongue entered her mouth, the feeling of the invasive muscle being so alien, so wrong, and so fantastic. Tali returned the kiss with vigor, hands going to the back of John's head, pulling him in to deepen their heated embrace.
Keelah, humans are warm…
The panties had not lasted very long, ripped from her body so quickly that the quarian didn't know why she even bothered. It was then that Tali realized just how wet she had become, feeling the warm dampness slick up her inner thighs. John's hand ventured down there, dexterous fingers playing at her moistened petals, making the quarian in his arms arch her back, moaning into his mouth.
Tali pulled away from the kiss, breathless, her lips swollen from the human's wonderful abuse.
"Kee-keelah!" She cried out as John slipped a thick finger inside while his thumb found something to play with, rubbing at her mercilessly. She was putty in his hands, helpless and vulnerable to anything he wished to try. He knew this, smiling down at her with evil eyes.
The bastard…
Both were nearly nude, Tali still having the decency of a lacy nightie covering her breasts and John wearing nothing but his military issue briefs, though those barely hung off of his hips.
A second finger followed, making Tali shudder. John watched his quarian writhe on the bed below him as his fingers explored, feeling her velvet walls contract around his invading digits. He could feel her wetness soaking his fingers, her heat spreading. He pulled his hand free to the sound of a high-pitched quarian whine.
John placed his soaked fingers at her lips, waiting. Tali met his gaze and took the digits into her mouth, sucking. She closed her lips around the second knuckle, her tongue running over both fingers, tasting herself on them. She moaned as she licked them clean. Tali could feel her reward for such good behavior poke her thighs.
The Quarian looked down to see John had discarded his underwear, exposing his long human cock to her. She stared at the thing, almost reverent of the thick, turgid shaft of meat, watching it twitch and throb and ache for contact with a woman, with her.
That's going inside me… Well, keelah… That… That's great!
John flipped Tali over onto her flat tummy, spreading her legs apart with his knees as he closed the distance between them, grunting as he ran the tip of his prick up and down her wet lips. Tali moaned at that, resting her forehead on the mattress below.
Ancestors, are all humans like this? Rutting on their hands and knees like… like animals!?
Her answer came in the form of John thrusting forward, the bulbous head of his cock splitting her swollen, purple lips as it slid inside her wet cunt.
"Bosh'tet!" Tali cursed, gripping the sheets as the human behind her continued his domination, his cock sliding deeper and deeper, her walls stretching wide to accommodate him. His grip on her shapely hips was getting slightly uncomfortable as his fingers dug into her sensitive skin, but that was washed away when the feeling of his shaft sliding against her inner walls started to kick in.
Keelah, that's nice… Oh, yes…
Tali gasped quietly when John hit something deep inside of her… then she moaned when his cock pushed even deeper. The quarian shuddered in the human's hold, rolling her hips against the thick shaft that stretched her, filling her completely and then some.
"It's…" Tali breathed, trembling.
"What's that, Princess?"
"It's… It's so big!" Tali cried, feebly thrusting back into John's hips, trying to draw more pleasure from the coupling.
John laughed heartily, his hold on the quarian girl's waist preventing her from moving too much.
"Really, now?" Her Commander rumbled, slowly pulling back, his cock sliding out from her warm, moist depths until only a couple inches remained enveloped in her tight, velvet lips. "You know just what to say to a man, Miss Zorah."
With that, the Lion of Elysium thrust back inside, hard and quick, striking deep. Tali pitched forward, eyes wide and mouth agape, gasping at the feeling.
"Ancestors!"
"You like that, Miss Zorah?" Tali could hear the smirk in his voice.
"Bosh'tet!" She growled, glaring back at him over her shoulder. "Yes!"
"Well, I can't leave a Lady waiting, now, can I?"
John pulled back and thrust in again, drawing a squeak from Tali. Another thrust and the engineer whimpered, her tight cunt gripping the cock within like a vise.
Tali was slick, hot and wet in ways most women could only ever hope to be, as John told her while he began pumping his shaft in and out of her quim, slow strokes at first, then quicker, harder thrusts.
Hips slapped against hips, wet, sloppy sounds, as the human took his quarian hard, fucking the girl like a hound would fuck a bitch in heat.
Tali loved every moment of it. The roughness, the urgency, it all made her cunny swell and moisten. The Princess was no virgin by any means, having spent some time with her share of quarian men and the odd turian. But this, this human handling her like some fuck-toy, was something else entirely.
Quarian men can't do this. Keelah, turian men can't do this…
One more thrust from John struck her at her very core. The quarian's entire body felt it, shuddering at the heavy blow made by a heavy cock. Tali clenched around her human, trembling as ecstasy flooded her nerves, washing over her whole body, from her head to her toes. She felt the sweet sensation of release, a thousand-fold of what she felt when John had her pinned to her terminal all those weeks ago.
Then as the climax ended, Tali was gone, lost to a series of thrusts, groans and kisses.
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Jack had been watching the whole spectacle on her omni-tool, the live video feed courtesy of EDI. With her cargo pants around her ankles and a hand buried between her legs, the tattooed convict tilted her head at the sight before her.
"Huh," She snorted, fingers playing at her clit. "Bucket lasted longer than I thought."
With a grunt, Jack kicked the pants completely off of her legs, finding a more comfortable position on her small bunk. She watched as the Boy-scout pulled out of his engineer's tight cunt, thick cock throbbing and unsatisfied, the Commander obviously having not yet cum.
To her surprise, Bucket-head crawled around to face her Lion, a predatory look in those silver, cat-like eyes of hers.
To Jack's surprise, the quarian's head darted forward taking the long cock into her mouth, her lips wrapping around the head. Soon enough, the quarian began to bob her head, up and down on the human's shaft as he ran a hand through her long, dark hair.
"Well, damn," Jack said, brows raised. "Clean-freak likes to get dirty."
On the screen, Tali continued giving her Captain head, taking the cock deeper and deeper into her warm mouth.
Very dirty… I may have to up my game when I join in…
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