Title: Sinful Kiss

Summary: Dani finds the Primarch and decides to blow off some steam…
Pairing: Fem!Shep/Primarch Victus
Setting: ME3, Pre-Tuchanka Mission

Dis: I don't own ME

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She wasn't sure how she got in this position. She'd just finished working out some aggression by sparring with Vega, and had come up for a drink to relax in her cabin before duty called. When entering the makeshift bar of the Normandy SR-2 she had smiled politely at Primarch Adrien Victus. She had felt the burn of his gaze between her shoulder blades while mixing her drink, taking a few sips before turning to face him. She'd been around turians enough to know the signs of arousal and desire. His fringe flared slightly at the back, mandibles clicking in a language perhaps only a female turian would understand, and the burning look in his eyes had her shifting from foot to foot. After giving him an inquisitive stare he had cleared his throat, speaking about the vast beauty of space or some shit, but she wasn't buying it.

He had no idea she KNEW how much he wanted her in that moment.

So she drained her drink then sauntered over to where he sat. She ordered EDI to lock the room and shut down monitoring systems until otherwise notified. When the red light appeared on the door she stood between his sprawled legs and grabbed at his fringe to tilt his head up. He had asked her what she was doing in a breathy voice she didn't know was possible for a turian and she smiled brightly to showcase her white teeth.

"I'm going to have my way with you, Primarch," she purred, bending to lick at the side of his neck, eliciting a moan. "I've felt your eyes on me for some time and I know you want me, too. We're both lonely, single people… What's the harm in a little crosspieces liaison?"

"Spirits," he murmured, gloved hands digging into the material of the couch as she lowered to her knees. She smirked up at him while unfastening his trousers and he hissed in a breath as cool air caressed his already separating plates. He offered assistance until his pants were at his ankles and she didn't move to take them off any further, leaning forward to lick up his seam slowly, violet eyes crashing into his as she got to the top. "C-Commander."

"Dani," she whispered, hands massaging his inner thighs. "When your dick is in my mouth you call me Dani."

"Yes," he hissed as her tongue deviled inside, the tip of it caressing the head of his cock, coaxing it out. "Dani…"

The blue member lengthened, slowly emerging from between the plates, and directly between her lips. The gentle suckle of her mouth was alluring and the turian was at a loss for words, hand going to the back of her head so that his three fingers could tangle in her blonde hair. Though he'd had asari perform this act on him before, Shepard's mouth was something different. It was tighter, especially when she sucked in her cheeks in the way she was at the moment: and hotter. It was so hot and wet and welcoming that the Primarch feared he might embarrass himself like a youngling and come before it was time. His breath hissed out as her hands cupped the area between his hips and hip spurs, nails scratching lightly at the rough skin there.

"Sh-Shepard if you keep that up I'll… Oh Spirits!"

He stopped fighting it. His hips rocked gently against her mouth as her tongue swirled around him sinfully. His mandibles flared as his even breathing transitioned to staccato pants, sub harmonics purring as the tip of his cock brushed against the back of her throat. In all his years he'd never been brought to the brink of release so quickly and he let out a sharp whine as she pulled her mouth away, releasing him with a pop and yet teasing him as she pressed a sinful kiss to the tip of his cock, tongue darting out to lap at the pre-cum.

She stood, and through his hooded gaze he watched as she got rid of her shorts, the need to have her intensifying. Lower half bare she came back to him, straddling him easily as if she'd had a turian lover before. His hands came to her slim hips and his chest rumbled as she sank on top of him. He slid easily into her folds and though her mouth had been delightful her pussy was even better. Instantly she clenched around his length and the little mewl that escaped her mouth had his cock twitching in excitement within her. Immediately she began rocking against him, leaning forward to capture a mandible between her lips, nipping it with her teeth as if she were part turian. He growled, bucking up against her as he gripped her hair tighter, forcing her head to the side so that his sharp teeth could nip playfully at the skin of her neck and shoulders. She continued to ride him, soft skin slamming against roughened plates, thighs pressing around his hips. She leaned back, angling her body slightly and he was mesmerized by the rolling motion of her body. Her cheeks were flushed and her breasts swayed with her movements and like an asari she moaned as his plates played around the pebbled nipples through her shirt until she practically ripped it off of her person along with the bra beneath it. He abused them then, sharp teeth and rough tongue overstimulating her nipples, each lash sending a jolt right to her clit.

"GOD YES!" she shouted, body shuddering and tightening, her orgasm making her tilt her head back and moan to the stars. He dug his digits into her hips before snapping into her over and over again, abusing her pussy with his cock until he, too, found his release. He groaned, teeth clenching as his cock continued to pump his seed within her womb. She fell against him, aftershocks traveling through the both of them as his member slowly retracted back within the plates that now glistened with the evidence of their activities. "Fucking hell…"

"Hmm…" He nuzzled her shoulder, gloved hands traveling up her back, making her purr during her afterglow. "Indeed…I am not certain about human customs after… What do we do now?"

He felt her smile against his neck before she stood. He watched as she stretched out her body then bent to retrieve her clothes. She dressed silently while he adjusted his pants back into place. She fluffed her hair and offered another smile before bending, pressing her lips against his mouth plates.

"We blew off steam," she murmured, hands caressing his fringe, making him grumble. She would be the death of him! "It was what it was. How about we make a deal? Whenever we need an itch scratched… We come to each other. No strings… No commitment. Just sex. Isn't that the turian way on battle cruisers?"

"Hmm… It is. Surprising to see a human hold the same morals as us," he said.

"Well, as I've been told before, I'm no ordinary human," she said before lifting the lock-down and exiting the room.

"Indeed you're not," he breathed, wondering just how long he should wait before finding her again. After a moment he stood, huffing out a breath as he marched out of the bar and headed toward the elevator. He wanted her again… NEEDED her again like it was his mating cycle. He was ready to curse the slow speed of the elevator when the doors opened and there, leaning against her quarter doors, was Shepard: a knowing grin on her face.

"What took you so long?"

END!