Series Title: After the Reapers
Pairing: Garrus/Shepard
Author: Knights-Honour
Disclaimer: Mass Effect universe © BioWare
Any character you haven't heard of © me
Author's Notes:
Thanks go to my Beta; Blueglaceon, who despite having little knowledge of the Mass Effect universe, agreed to edit the series anyway. Thanks, Blue!
Here's the second part of Celebration of Life
WARNING: Celebration of Life contains orgy situations (M/F, F/F, M/F/F, M/F/M/F, fellatio, cunnilingus & voyeurism) so if that kinda thing upsets you, then I suggest that you skip this chapter and wait for the next addition of After the Reapers
Celebration of Life – Twilight
Garrus awoke from his light slumber, half an hour later, as his turian-hood receded from Shepard's body.
Driven by the instinct to be constantly sheathed within his mate so-as to never allow another to penetrate her and possibly impregnate her, he gently extracted himself from her still sleeping form and rolled her onto her back, but he retained enough of his rational mind to know that Shepard needed to be prepared before he could enter her. His member quivered within him when his seed from their previous coupling began trickling out her as he spread her legs to give himself better access to her weeping core, as he bent his head, his mandibles fluttering against the silky flesh of her inner thighs as he inhaled her musky scent before he began to stroke his hot tongue over her heated flesh. Shepard gave a sleepy moan as her body responded to his attentions eagerly, her hips beginning to undulated against him as he continued to lap at her swollen folds with increasing fervour, feasting greedily on her nectar with long, heavy licks, his tongue, when compared to a humans, was longer, stronger, more dexterous and endlessly rough, complete with sandpapery taste buds, stimulating her bud as he inserted one blunt tipped finger into her hot channel. With the combined stimulation of finger and tongue it wasn't long before, with a hard thrust of her hips against his face and an unconscious moan, he felt his mate orgasm, her muscles gripping his finger as her juices flooding into his waiting maw.
He continued to stimulate her, stroking her folds until he'd lapped up every last drop of her release, before he removed his finger from her and settled himself between her legs and nestling the bulbous head of his extended, throbbing shaft at her entrance. Gently gripping her thighs, he slid into her moist channel, resting for a moment before he began to move, setting a slow and sensuous pace, his strokes long and languid as he savoured his mate's body. He faltered a little, however, when, with a soft sigh, Shepard's mossy green eyes fluttered open; as he'd never taken her without her being one hundred percent in the act, so he was a little nervous as to her reaction.
"Hey..."
"Hey..." he purred back. "...I'm sorry... I couldn't stop... my instincts..."
She raised a hand to stroke his face. "It's okay..." she soothed as she began to move with him. "I can... oh... think of worse things to wake up too..."
"Like 'Wake up, Commander. Get out of that bed now - this facility is under attack!'?" Garrus grinningly mimicked Miranda's voice.
"Hmmm..." she purred as she wrapped her legs around his slender waist, allowing him to penetrate her more deeply.
"I didn't push you to far, though, did I?" a worried tone entered his flanging voice. "With taking you in front of the clan?"
Shepard smiled, shaking her head. "To be totally honest, my focus was on you, so I forgot about the crowd."
He felt chuffed that he'd been able to achieve such a thing, after all, Shepard was an N7 Alliance Marine, not to mention a war-hardened soldier. The feel of his mate's hand caressing the sensitive skin under his fringe rapidly brought his attention back the human beneath him, and he bent his head to kiss and nuzzle her as they lost themselves in the age old dance of passion.
But with them so wrapped up in each other, they failed to notice that they were not alone any more as the tent flap was pulled back by an incoming couple...
~ o ~ o ~ o ~
Ten minutes earlier...
Octavious roared in pain as his opponent's claws slashed through his cloth bodysuit and imbedded themselves in his skin. But the dark chocolate-skinned male refused to give in, the only male who would be mating with Solana tonight would be him! So, snarling, he clocked his opponent about the head. Stunned, the black-skinned male faltered in his attack and Octavious seized the chance to end the fight, delivering a powerful upper-cut to his foe's jaw, sending him flying. Octavious straightened up watching as the challenger landed in a heap a distance away, and didn't get back up, before he turned back to the crowd and roared a challenge.
No-one answered.
Octavious purred as he returned to Solana and bunted his forehead against hers before she took his hands and headed towards the tent that her brother and his mate occupied.
"I don't hear anything," Octavious rumbled to his life partner. "They must be resting."
But when Solana drew beck the flap, the incoming couple saw that that was anything but the case. The resident couple were locked in a union, but compared to their previous domineering rutting; this coupling was tender, like they were savouring each other through the act, completely absorbed in each other. The couple continued to come together, oblivious of Octavious and Solana, their pace gaining momentum until Shepard tilted her head back and moaned as Garrus thrust into her one final time, the scarred Turian letting out a keening snarl of his own, his teeth grazing his mate's bond mark, but he didn't break her skin, as the couple toppled into the abyss of pleasure together.
~ o ~ o ~ o ~
Garrus purred, his seed filling Shepard's feminine core, as the couple basked in the afterglow of their coupling. It was only as he started to come down from his high that the Normandy's Gunnery Officer felt two sets of eyes on them and he tensed; they were both in an extremely vulnerable position while they were locked together and while being in a closed tent declared them both off limits to rest of the clan, it wasn't uncommon for a rouge Turian or Turianess to... what was the human term Shepard had used... gatecrash in the hopes of getting lucky. So, growling threateningly, the scarred Turian turned his head to look at the interlopers.
"Easy, brother," Solana cajoled her riled sibling. "We mean no harm," the young Turianess assured her kin as she and her mate made their way over to one of the other nest of pillows in the enclosure. Garrus relaxed as Solana began to aggressively remove Octavious' armour, the air becoming thick with pheromones. It wasn't uncommon for two exclusive couples to share a tent, the main reason being protection; one couple watching out for the other when they were locked together after a rutting.
A moan underneath him drew Garrus' attention back to his own female as she unhooked her legs from his waist and beckoned him to her with outstretched arms. The scarred Turian did as his mate bid him before rolling them over.
~ o ~ o ~ o ~
Garrus felt his member throb and quiver vicariously within Shepard as Solana's roar of completion filled the air as Octavious, still holding his mate in place with his teeth, continued to thrust shallowly into her for a few more minutes before the Turianess collapsed onto the pillows beneath her, where her mate continued to keep her pinned until she whacked him about the head a couple of times before he finally rolled off of her to get away from the barrage.
"You weren't kidding about just how rough you guys can get when you're rutting," Shepard murmured softly, blushing slightly as she finally tore her gaze away from the rutting couple and returned her attention to her Turian. "You really are a gentleman with me in compassion..."
Garrus chuckled softly as he began to stroke his mate's back as she snuggled up to him before closing her eyes.
~ o ~ o ~ o ~
Shepard was roused by the feel of Garrus' member leaving her body.
'Time for Round Three,' she thought as she stretched sensuously against him. A low purr came from Garrus immediately, the Turian's predatory blues opened to focus on her as she rolled him onto his back before straddling his thighs. Garrus' purr intensified when Shepard raised a hand to his chest and then she proceeded to trail a meandering path down his body, teasing the sensitive flesh between his chest and abdominal plates, to his groin, where her fingers slipped under the lips of his protective folds to stroke the bulbous head beneath, rousing his shaft to push past his moistened protective folds and into Shepard's hungry gaze. Garrus' hips jerked forward when Shepard's tongue swirled around the swollen head of his cock, and then groaned as she enveloped him in her mouth as she moved to settle between his legs to better please him. Garrus dug his claws into the pillows beside them as Shepard began to suckle and tease him with her tongue as she stroked the remaining length of his phallus by hand. She continued to pleasure him until she felt his navy-coloured member begin to swell inside her mouth.
"Kat..." Garrus groaned as her moth left his cock to lick the underside of his swelling shaft, as much as he loved to be brought to release by this uniquely human sexual activity, he was inches away from his peak and in their current set of circumstances he needed to be inside her when that happened.
"Hmmm?" She questioned as she raised her head from his weeping shaft.
He reached for her. "Please..."
Heeding his pleas, she moved to settle her body over him. Bracing herself on his neck ridge she slid down onto him, sheathing his throbbing shaft in her molten walls. Garrus dug his fingers into the soft flesh of her hips as she began to ride him, alternating between fast and hard and slow and soft. Having already been on the brink of release when he'd sheathed himself inside his mate, it didn't take much before Garrus reached his peak and he snarled as his body locked itself within Shepard's and release his essence into her. Feeling her Turian reach his peak triggered her own and Shepard cried out as her muscles constricted around Garrus' pulsing member as her release washed over her.
They remained that way until they came down from their pleasure induced high and as the overflow of Garrus' seed gushed out of her she cuddled up to her mate to rest up for the next round.
~ o ~ o ~ o ~
When Shepard next awoke, she was cover by a blanket, but when she groped around for Garrus' armoured frame there was no sign of her mate.
"Garrus?" she called out, pushing herself into an upright position with her elbows.
"They went to grab a quick bite to eat," Solana answered. "They should be back shortly."
Letting out a soft sigh, Shepard flopped back down into the pillows, nestling back into the warmth as she waited for her man to return.
"Are all your couplings like what we observed before?" Solana suddenly question.
Shepard turned her head to look at the young Turianess. "Mostly."
"I never would have thought that Garrus could be capable of gentility in regards to rutting. Or be dominated by a female."
Shepard couldn't help but laugh. "You should have seen him when we first got together, then. He was as timid as lamb, afraid that he'd hurt me at every turn, so much so that I had to provoke him whenever I wanted to rut like a Turian."
"And now?"
Shepard smirked. "What do you think?"
"If the display you two gave the clan when the festivities began is any indication, I'd say that my dear brother has learned to let go and, as you humans say, go with the flow."
"You can say that again," Shepard murmured as her thoughts drifted to the night before the Normandy and the united races of the galaxy had made the final push to take back the Earth. She'd been in her fertile window at the time, and Garrus had picked up on it. He'd coupled with her at least half a dozen times before he'd reigned in his instincts and allowed her to get some much needed sleep. Solana began to purr as a musky, earthly, scent began to permeate the air with in the tent. She'd caught a whiff of the scent before, when the inter-species couple had been locked together. Shepard was becoming aroused by something.
Enticed and curious, Solana approached Shepard's nest, "May I?" Solana knew that most humans were conservative when it came to sex, that they didn't like to be on display when they were naked, the polar opposite of her race, and that they tended to save the sight of their bodies as a gift for their mates, which intrigued the young Turianess. Shepard nodded, trembling slightly as Solana peeled back the blanket, revealing the human to her gaze and settled between her legs. Shepard mewled as Solana bent her head to touch the head of her bud with the tip of her roughened tongue, before she tentatively stroked her folds with a long, slow lick, testing the human's flavour as Shepard moaned in response of the caress. Emboldened, Solana began to lick Shepard's swollen folds in a steady rhythm and the human felt her body begin to coil in preparation of release.
~ o ~ o ~ o ~
"I hope you realise just how lucky you are," Octavious told Garrus as the two Turian males, their hunger for food now sated, made their way back to their tent. The older male hadn't been able to resist the chance to ask his clan brother what it was like to bed a human.
"I do know... and I thank the Spirits everyday for bringing Shepard into my life," Garrus replied earnestly as he pulled back the flap of their tent. The two males were met by the sight of Shepard on her back, moaning and writhing, as Solana, between her legs, lapped at her glistening folds. Groaning Garrus stripped off as quickly as he could and joined the two females. Shepard moaned, reaching for him as he settled above her, and he purred in response as he gently raised her head onto his lap, bending his head to kiss his mate before he turned his attention to her neglected breasts. Crouching over her, he lowered his muzzle to one luscious mound and snaked his tongue around her erect nipple. Shepard cried out at the contact, her back arching off the bed as her hands found their way to the back of his head and latched on, determined to keep her mate right where he was, even though he had no intentions of going anywhere, and as he continued to suckle and lap one breast, he brought a hand up to fondle and caress the other.
The combined attentions of her mate and his sister quickly overwhelmed Shepard and she convulsed as her release swept over her like a tsunami. Solana pinned the human female's hips in her claws and pressed her onslaught, licking faster, until Shepard's juices began to dribble out her. But before she could start to lap up her reward, she felt Octavious, who was just as aroused by the sight of the two females preparing each other as Garrus; mount her from behind, intent on rutting with her, but the caramel-skinned female wasn't having anything to do with it. Snarling, she turned on her mate and violently repelled him, letting him know in no uncertain terms that she wasn't interested in rutting with him at the moment before she turned back to resume her duties to her clan sister.
Only Shepard wasn't there anymore, Garrus had pulled her to safety when the scrap between the other couple had begun.
But the couple's attention was no longer on the fight.
Shepard was straddling Garrus, her back to his chest, the scarred Turian resting an arm around her stomach as she guided his pulsing shaft into her moist core until he was fully sheathed within her. The human let her head loll back against her mate as he began to move, thrusting into her as he also began to knead her breasts as Solana approached the mating pair.
"May I please you both?" Solana asked them as she settled between their outstretched legs. Shepard recognized the Turianess' words as the ritualized consent she'd read about, used when another Turian was seeking to partake in a rutting with an exclusive pair, as she heard her mate rumble his assent and she nodded her own.
Solana's talons slipped beneath Shepard's legs, just above the knee, supporting her and the human trembled, watching the Turianess as she bent her head and began to lap Shepard's swollen folds. Moaning at the feel of both raspy tongue and ribbed cock stimulating her at the same time, Shepard closed her eyes and focused on the pleasure rippling through her body; Garrus' shaft, pumping a little more roughly into her; Garrus' claws, cupping her breasts, flicking her nipples; Garrus' teeth in her shoulder, marking her as his, and finally, Solana's tongue, so hot and soft and wet, stimulating her clit. Shepard felt her own arousal intensify at a speed and rate she'd never experienced and her body burned in response; her clit, greedy, demanded more, her muscles milked Garrus' cock, her back arched to shove her breasts even further into her mate's hands. She felt like some sort of primitive Turian sex goddess, sitting here on Garrus' lap, her legs spread, her body being worshiped by acolytes, and as she began to quiver like a live wire from sexual tension, she stretched her legs as wide as she could, arching her back, trembling on the point of orgasm. Just a little more... please... a little more...
The human's impending peak prompted Octavious to try to couple with his mate again, so crooning softly, he approached her. In a much more content mood then before, Solana turned away from aiding her clan sister to croon back at her mate, shifting her stance to allow him to mount her. Octavious purred as he covered her and began to thrust into her.
Garrus growled behind Shepard, gripped her breasts painfully tightly, thrust hard. Orgasm ripped through her instantly and she convulsed as Garrus thrust into her, snarling as his cock locked itself within her channel and spilled his seed into her.
Their peak set Solana and Octavious off, and the dark chocolate-skinned male began to thrust harder into his mate as the Turianess bent her head to lap Shepard's weeping folds as Garrus' overflow began to gush out of her. Moaning as Solana prolonged her orgasm; the human lifted a hand to stroke behind Solana's fringe, as Garrus began to shallowly thrust into her again, returning the favour as the female Turian found her own peak. Octavious wasn't far behind his mate; sinking his teeth into her neck and sheathing himself deep within her as he came. The sight and sound of the Turian rutting was inexplicably arousing to Shepard and, combined with Garrus' ministrations, she found herself peaking again.
When Shepard came down from the euphoric high, she stilled and opened her eyes. She was slick with sweat and Garrus, under her, was breathing heavily as he flopped back into the pillows, his hands coming up to stroke her stomach as they caught their breath, but as her body cooled down, she began to shiver. Garrus immediately rose off the bed to gather her up in his arms and brought them both back to the Sultan's bed to rest.
TBC...