He made strangled noises as she licked at him, slow and leisurely like Senecio recommended, working her way around the head, gathering up strangely sweet precum as she went. Tysten's mandibles slacked, barely believing the sight and feel of it as she eased her lips over the tip, a little, a little, the clasping welcome of it counterpoint to the faint alarm he still had at the helplessness of his situation.

Shepard slid down a little more and when she gave a light suck, Tysten's wordless, thrumming cry was echoed by the others, a chorus of desire. What was he telling them with his vibrating purring, what were they saying back? Shepard had no idea, only the sure knowledge that she was being watched and finding that it made her euphoric while doing this, like no other time that she'd put her mouth on a man.

So she bobbed her head and gave him more, making him writhe and his breath catch, ratcheting his tones with every moment of press and slide, until she felt a sudden firm grip on her shoulders, pulling her back just as Tysten shot, his spill landing on her chest.

"Pardon," Senecio murmured. "He was past actual words and I assume you aren't versed in that aspect of our language."

Shepard shrugged in agreement, picking up a towel to wipe. She watched Tysten's cock subside, fascinated in her turn by the sight of it slipping back between his groin plates.

"Shepard..." Tysten's voice was all wonderment and shyness.

Crispin made an abrupt trill that changed into a groan and Shepard looked. Athrys was licking and nipping at the exposed hide on Crispin's side, kneading the seam of his groin plates with one hand while teasingly holding them firmly shut with the other.

"You two couldn't be more patient?" Senecio asked, chuckling.

"Oh, just go on already... It's just as good to watch- Aaaah, Athrys, please-!"

"You got that right," Shepard murmured, completely absorbed in the way Athrys was expertly plying Crispin, bending him to his will until Crispin's knees trembled before giving up. Athrys quickly had him on his back, pressing their cocks together in his grip and he thrummed smugly before making a deliberate stroke that forced out another round of fervent pleading from Crispin.

Senecio made a purr in agreement, before moving so that she could keep her view of them, guiding her so that she was straddling him. Shepard licked her lips, anticipatory. He squeezed out another dollop of oil into his palms, before putting them on Shepard's buttocks, squeezing them. She smiled as he started massaging, spreading them every so often.

He continued and Shepard didn't realize immediately until Tysten made a hungry noise that Senecio was making a show of it for him, her ass up in his direction. She quirked her eyebrow at Senecio after she caught on, smiling with approval.

Tysten approached and Senecio held her apart for him. He petted her there, lingering as he had not the chance before, coaxing out little cries from her as he found her clit.

"Shepard, let me?" Tysten leaned over her, his breath hot on her neck.

Let him, let him, Athrys and Crispin echoed, for they were watching him watching her.

"Do it."

She held her breath at the first nudge and they both groaned as he sank in, the way made easy from her first orgasm. She gave an experimental squeeze that had him gasping out a curse and Senecio laughed once before cupping her breasts again, dragging his tongue over her nipples.

"Oh, fuck," she blurted out and Tysten took it as a command because he started to move then, rocking her with that perfect, perfect steady pace that she'd admired from the start of it all.

Fuckfuckfuck- she chanted in her head and perhaps out loud, and Athrys and Crispin were moving at that pace also, joining their voices together with Tysten's desperate cries.

It was gloriously too much; Senecio's knowing attention to her nipples and fuck- he's reached down and put his finger on her clit, Tysten's determined hard rhythm, and watching Athrys and Crispin wrestling and bucking on the floor-

Shepard clenched down hard on last time as she hit that limit, biting her lip, the shock of it made Tysten stumble once before he gripped hard on her hips, hitching himself up and emptying into her.

Senecio held the both of them up, purring out praise at their vigor. Tysten withdrew, petting Shepard's waist before going to sit and leaning sated against the wall. Athrys made a satisfied thrum, licking at Crispin's neck before moving aside so that he could sit up.

"You. You haven't-" Shepard finally looked down.

Senecio made another shrug.

"I'll-"

"Hold your position, soldier," Shepard took hold of him, aligning herself.

Senecio's mandibles shivered.

"This right here between my legs? This is a battlecage of orgasms and you-" she sank down. "are going to give me victory. Copy that?"

"Yes, ma'am!" Senecio couldn't help the ingrained response to that particular tone from any superior.

He kept hold of her waist, steadying her, and bucked up, making her gasp. The angle was good and she grit her teeth as he moved, forcing out more obscenity from her. She arched her back, flushed and abandoned into her pleasure.

FuckfuckshitfuckYES-!

He held her, the both of them gasping for air.

She needed help from Tysten to get back to her seat. They all reclined in silence. Shepard stretched, already feeling the soreness and not regretting it one bit.

tbc