His hotel room was pretty normal. Bland bed, bland walls, utilitarian bathroom. However, there was an excellent view of the city. And this was where Shepard went to stand.
"Nice view you've got here." The lights of the citadel sparkled during the dark cycle, although the traffic of skycars and other comings and goings kept everything bright and active.
"Shepard," he accused her with her name, and she turned away from the window. "I think that's a clichéd saying for any species." She laughed in response. He stepped closer and braced his hands upon the windowsill on either side of her.
And there was that feeling. Bright as a star it settled between her thighs and made her gasp.
"Well, cliché or not, what did you bring me here for?" She tilted her head up to him. She knew next to nothing about how turian love-making worked, but he seemed ready to go—no anticipation—so she happily realized she would be following instead of leading tonight. A pleasant heat seemed to settle in her back between her shoulder blades.
He sighed gently and pressed his forehead against hers. She tingled as she felt his large, hot hands slide up her arms, she couldn't stop a small, humming moan as his hands slid onto her neck, and she realized she was grasping for his waist, pulling him closer.
As his hips shifted to rest against hers, pinning her pleasantly between the wall and his solid heat. She groaned and shifted against him, a little surprised at how vocal she was being, but all of her senses were on edge; he hadn't even kissed her, they were both still fully clothed—he was even still completely encased in his armor—and she was already whimpering and moaning like there was electricity flowing through her as he gently stroked her body. He ran his talons along her clothed limbs and she shivered. Even his quickening exhalations across her eyelids made her shiver, and she squirmed her hips against his.
"Your species is so soft." He spoke in slight amazement as he pressed his hands against her breasts, and she accidentally smacked her head against the plasteel window as the sensation set her skin on fire. God, his hands were everywhere, pressing on her and squeezing her arms and her thighs.
"No we're not," she was embarrassed at how breathy her voice came out, "you're just built like a freaking tank." She didn't want to admit that she felt like prey to him, but she felt somehow vulnerable—like she was about to be consumed. As a hum started deep in his chest, she smiled.
"You like it though." his voice was gruff as he stroked her arms. She realized he was trying to still her hands on him as they circled a small strip of hot flesh she could feel through his bodysuit between plates of armor. Apparently that was a sensitive location, maybe even ticklish, and the thought made her smile. She wondered what his skin felt like, how much of him was hard carapace like the plates on his face. She wondered where he was soft like she was.
"Don't like your armor." She pressed him away and decided to go straight for the clasp on her fatigues and get free of them. She toed open the latches on her boots as she peeled her arms from the sleeves. He reached down to push the suit down her hips for her when it bunched at her waist. His talons were obviously dulled, but still scratched enough to leave trails like plasma burns down her ribs and the sides of her bare breasts. He ducked his head down and brushed his mouth against hers. She felt a hot, moist lick against her bottom lip and opened her mouth to him.
It was strange; she had never kissed someone who didn't have lips, but he seemed to know what he was doing, and his tongue followed a path around hers that she knew well. She moaned into his mouth and gasped as she felt the vibrations of a hum coming from his chest, the sound deep and throbbing against her nipples. She threw her arms around his neck to keep him in place, but he didn't stay. His head ducked down to her neck and those pointed teeth bit down lightly against the tendons beneath her ear.
Her head hit the window again as she let out a cry. It was primal, a sound of need, of want. The bite made her body throb. He growled in response and pulled her up pressing her bare skin against the cool plasteel behind them. She jumped as an edge of his armor caught her flesh, and pushed him away. She stumbled back barefoot to the floor, tripping on her boots.
"What? What's wrong?" His voice was husky, his eyes were different, and he threw his hands up again in that gesture from before, apparently trying to insist with body language that he wasn't a threat. He froze, panting slightly, his bright green eyes somehow clouded.
"Nothing! No, no, no. I just. Just, want your armor off!" She couldn't help but laugh, he looked so… taken aback. "I'm sorry." She came towards him again, and pulled his head down and kissed his face in an apology. "It's just that I'm already naked and you're still all suited up." He nodded, slowly and began to smile.
"Well, are you going to help me with that?" His chest puffed out a bit, and she laughed again.
She stepped forward and started with one hand, unlatching gloves and pulling them from his three fingers, inspecting them, touching them and turning them over in her own. The tops of his hands were all hard plating like his face, but his palm and the pads of his fingers were soft, tough flesh. His other hand caressed her hip, curled around her thigh and teased in her cleft.
A bracer fell to the ground, and she let out a moan as he pressed a finger against her clit. Once his upper arms were free she pulled the other had away from her clit, eliciting a small growl from him but she smirked as his eyes met her own. She lightly bit the tip of his finger before ungloving his other hand and unsnapping his shoulders and letting chest plates fall to the ground.
She shivered as she uncovered him just as he had helped unclothe her, she knelt and unbuckled greaves and thigh guards, unlatched his boots so that she could reach up and help peel down the under armor that he had already unfastened. As she pulled the black fabric down his torso and hips, she couldn't help but caress the surprising amount of soft, thick skin that she uncovered. There was more plain skin on his stomach than she had expected, and she ran her fingernails down his smooth sides and placed wet, sloppy kisses against him. He was warm like velvet and she wanted to taste all of him.
When her tongue touched his skin, he let out a trilling noise that surprised her, and she looked up to see his head thrown back. His fingers were resting on her head, tangling her short hair up and feeding it through his hands.
She had to say, though, kneeling here before him—both completely unclothed—the braveness and gumption she had felt previously slowly pattered away. Something was rather…conspicuously missing.
"Nihlus?" She asked, running a hand down his torso to where she expected… well, some sort of genitalia to be.
"Hmm?" He didn't move, just scratched his talons against her scalp, and she shivered despite herself.
"I don't know… well, anything about turian anatomy," She tentatively placed another kiss above a ridge of thick carapace at his hip, "and I just… need to know… what do you need me to do?"
"Shh," he whispered, fingers brushing against her head, "Just… just keep doing that." She laughed, he sounded just like a human male in that moment. "Right, don't stop."
She complied pressing her tongue and lips against his flesh, experimenting as flesh rippled under her touch, trying to suck on a spot and see if it would leave a mark—like a hickey on him. He bucked against her touch, and she regained some of her solid footing; she knew those reactions, those reflexes that pushed bodies together and made them pant and sweat. This was familiar again. She pushed him back, towards that standard hotel bed, made him fall, and crawled over him, pushed him to keep crawling backwards towards the pillows.
He moved under her with a wicked grin, his mandibles quivering, and she kept doing what she was doing. She placed those sloppy kisses against his neck and he gave her a small cry before turning his face back to hers and pulling her mouth to his for another one of those hot kisses, swirling his tongue around hers.
She realized that the two plates that met at the front of his pelvis slid apart, and he reached for his cock as it slipped out, stroking it lightly. Even though it was longer than that of a human male and the flesh was the same greyish red of his neck and sides, she knew what she was supposed to do again.
She raised up her hips and took his cock into her hand and lined him up at her entrance. Before she could sink down on him, though, he reached up and flipped her onto her back. She was too surprised to react, instead, she just watched as he rearranged her legs and carefully slid into her.
She was on fire, she was panting as his body pressed down on hers. It had been too long since her last shore leave and her last chance to find a willing body, and her breath was taken away as he filled her. He really was big, and it bordered on painful, but somehow he knew exactly how to move against her. She suddenly didn't want to be in control anymore. What he could do to her was probably infinitely more interesting and gratifying than what she could do here.
He placed his elbows on either side of her and pressed his forehead to hers as he began thrusting into her. She wanted to keep her eyes open, she really did, but every time he pressed back into her and his stomach rested against hers, she felt every nerve ending overload. She pushed back up against him, she grabbed at his shoulders, digging into his skin to pull him closer.
His tongue was traveling down her neck, caressing her earlobe, and she realized she was speaking, chanting, calling out a litany of Oh god, and Please, more and Yes, Yes, Yes into his ear. She was about to be embarrassed at her own reaction—mewling in his grasp, crying, begging—until she realized that the thrumming purr in his chest was going again, he was panting into her mouth, eyes locked onto her own.
"You like it?" He asked, as he quickened his pace.
"Yes." Her voice squeaked out beneath his thrusts and she stretched up to kiss him again. "Yes." He nodded and kissed her again. Her body took over and her world narrowed to where his body met hers. Her muscles tightened around him and she began to tingle.
"I'm going to come." She confessed into his mouth. "God, Nihlus, I'm gonna come."
"Come." He breathed into her mouth. And she did, she surrendered to the need, to the begging, insistent need to release her body; she felt like it exploded. Her legs gripped him, and she felt a howl escape her. She gave up control of her body, her limbs, her sounds and let her orgasm sweep her down, bowl her over, make her weep. And he was still moving in her, desperately racing to finish, and she realized her hands were running over his fringe, urging him on with her lips on his neck, and suddenly he was gone from her, his cock was in his hand, and he was coming onto her stomach.
He looked back up at her face, and then lowered himself back onto her body, resting his forehead against her chest and curling his arms back around her.
"You walked up to me." He repeated. She laughed and continued to caress him.
"I guess I didn't know what I was getting myself into."