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!

Believe it or not, my faithful readers, that when I first envisioned this particular story it was only going to be one story, but when I started to write it… well it just grew a life of its own?

Anyway, here's the third and final 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 – Dawn

Shepard stirred awake after an hour long nap. Carefully extracting herself from her still sleeping mate, she stood up, wincing as she did so; her thighs, rubbed raw by their numerous couplings, stung as the overflow of Garrus' seed trickled from her womanly core and down the abused flesh. But gritting her teeth against the pain, she ambled over to the tent flap. Across the room, Octavious and Solana were still fast asleep; the dark chocolate skinned male laying across his mate's back, dominating her even when they rested.

Opening the tent flap, Shepard took a look outside. The sun was rising over the horizon, lighting the ceremonial grounds. Much like in their tent, the majority of the Turians were sound asleep, exhausted from the night's activities, but there were still a few couples locked in a final rut.

"Kat?" Behind her, Garrus sleepily called out for her as he stirred.

"Here," Shepard murmured as she let go of the tent flap and made her way back to her mate, who reached for her as she lowered herself down onto the Sultan's bed, guiding her so that she straddled his lap once she was all the way down. "Hey," she whispered.

"Hey," he purred back as he raised a hand to stroke her back. "How're you feeling?"

"I don't think I've been this sore since the night before the final battle with the Reapers..." Garrus opened his mouth to respond, but Shepard stopped him with a hand over his muzzle. "But," she continued, "so long as I get a nice hot bath to soak in for an hour or so and a nap, I should be okay."

Her Turian mate smiled up at her. "That can easily be arranged. Ready to get out of here?"

"Mmmhmmm," she hummed as she hopped off of him and he got to his feet. Locating his discarded bodysuit, he pulled on the pants before offering the top to Shepard.

"I know it's probably three sizes too big for you..."

"Try ten," she teased as she pulled the garment on. She was right; the black top dwarfed her smaller form, easily covering her body from the unwanted gazes of the other Turians. "It'll do 'til we get back to the apartment," she responded before Garrus picked her up, bridal-style, and left the tent as she dozed off in his arms. Once outside, he paused for a moment as he surveyed the scene before him. Some, if not most, of the females present would now be with child. But as he looked down at his sleeping wife, Garrus felt a pang of regret pass through him at the thought that she wouldn't be one of them. Though Mordin had jumped at the chance to help the couple conceive via IVF, it wasn't the same as procreating naturally.

Stirring at the lack of movement, Shepard opened her eyes and looked up at her husband. "Garrus?" she murmured. "What's wrong?"

Shepard's question snapped him back into reality, and Garrus cleared his head before he answered, "Nothing... just thinking..."

Shepard sensed that this was another one of those things that he'd tell her about in time, so she let it go.

~ o ~ o ~ o ~

Forty-five minutes later found the pair soaking in a hot spring, lazily enjoying each other's company.

But when the wind wafted the lingering pheromones from the ceremonial grounds into their little piece of paradise, Garrus was stimulated into a breeding frenzy. He began to stroke and caress Shepard's erogenous zones, arousing his mate for one final festival-induced coupling. The human female moaned as her Turian slipped a hand underwater, settling his tri-fingered hand between her legs and began to stroke her bud with his thumb whilst sliding a finger into her channel. He then proceeded to bring her to orgasm numerous times and it was only when she started begging him to fill her that Garrus relented. He removed his digit from within her before he lined their bodies up so that as his shaft extended out of him it immediately penetrated into her feminine core. Shepard cried out at the rapid impalement, arching her body against his as she began to grind herself against him in response, riding him at they began move against each other. The feel of the water gushing about them, and on occasion into her when he withdrew far enough out of her, only added to the sensations of their union as they continued to come together. After that, it only took a few minutes of frantic movement before they both teetered on the cusp of release. The feel of Garrus' teeth sinking into her neck was the final straw for Shepard and, as the Turian buried himself deep within her, her release washed over her. Garrus followed hot on her heels, his member locking them together as he released his fertile seed into her womb, her flesh muffling his snarls of completion.

As they basked in the afterglow, Shepard leaned forward resting their foreheads together as they caught their breath. As his rational mind returned Garrus released his grip on her neck, silently berated himself as he pulled back for allowing his rutting instinct to take control. What in the Spirit's name was wrong with him! Shepard had said to him that she needed to rest. He was a fully-grown, mature male capable of restraint! He cursed himself at his lack of control and mentally kicked himself in the nether-scales. Not some out of control, inexperienced hatchling, high on pheromones and experiencing his first rutting! The feel of Shepard's tongue probing the sensitive inner-membrane of his uninjured mandible drew him out of his brooding quick-smart.

"Back with me?" She murmured as she drew back.

He averted his gaze. "I'm sorry," he mumbled.

"Hey," she guided him to look at her. "If I didn't want it, I wouldn't have responded to your advances."

"Still..."

Shepard rolled her eyes in exasperation and Garrus smiled, his mandibles quivering in amusement. Chuckling in return, Shepard leaned forward to kiss him and the Turian returned the lip-lock, to the best of his ability, immediately.

"So, about that nap..." she murmured when she drew back a few minutes later.

Garrus laughed, getting the message immediately. "Lock your legs around my waist," he rumbled, and she did as he asked, also wrapping her arms around his neck to anchor herself to him, as the Turian got to his feet and carefully climbed out of the spring.

Though still locked together, the two started back towards the house in the distance where a lazy afternoon of relaxation awaited them.

Fin.