Chapter 19 - A Night to Remember

Garrus
August 15th, 2188

I stood under the hot spray of the showerhead, my head tilted back and eyes closed in pleasure as Amelia's devilish hands and mouth did unspeakable things. She was on her knees in front of me, her lips wrapped around my cock, her tongue making lazy circles over the tip as her hands moved up and down the length.

I groaned quietly as she picked up her momentum, and I quickly made it to the point of no return, releasing into her mouth shortly after. Amelia stood up a moment later, and the fiery look in her eyes told her she was only getting started. She put herself flush against my body, her soft, supple skin molding perfectly to my rigid, plated hide.

"Mmm," I groaned, "You're so bad…." My voice was barely a whisper, more gravelly than usual. Amelia didn't respond to me, instead reaching her hand down in between our sandwiched bodies, lightly touching my cock while she licked her lips and smiled. Her other hand reached around behind me, grabbing a bar of soap.

I watched her look at me, look down at the soap resting in her palm, and back to me. "Oops," She said with a shrug, tossing the bar over her shoulder. "I guess I should get that."

Amelia turned on her heel, bending over as if to retrieve the bar of soap, but she lingered, and I paused to admire the view. I had never been attracted to humans before and still wasn't. Only to her. An involuntary growl escaped my mouth as I stared at her ass, admiring the porcelain smoothness so alien yet so attractive. Her muscular legs perfectly framed her slit and the gap below it. She was the picture of human beauty, and she had become my picture of beauty.

When she didn't stand, her intentions were made abundantly clear. I gripped her hips and pushed myself inside of her. Without the need to be quiet, Amelia let out a loud moan as I seated himself. "You are so, so bad…."

If Amelia heard me, she didn't respond, only letting out desperate little mewls as I pushed into and pulled out of her, the ridges on my cock turning her into a quivering mess. I couldn't describe how it felt to be sheathed inside her. The warmth, the pressure of her inner walls against me, no pleasure I had ever experienced had been like this, and I knew that nothing could ever match it.

Amelia braced herself against the shower wall, moaning louder and louder with each subsequent thrust. The moans turned to shouts, and the shouts into her crying my name, "Garrus!" The lust was dripping from her voice like the water dripping off our bodies, spurring me on even harder. As I pushed into her one more time, her walls constricted around me, and she screamed out my name once more, sending me over the edge.

I pulled out of her, standing a few inches behind her, letting the warm water beat down on me while inspecting her. She stayed bent-over, still bracing herself against the far wall to keep from falling over, panting. I suddenly had the feeling as if I was a man dying of thirst in the desert, and I happened across an oasis.

I sat behind her and buried my face into her folds, lapping up the remainder of our orgasms. "What are you… oh…." Amelia moaned, shifting her weight back to bury my face even deeper inside. I wrapped my arms around her thighs, pulling her even farther back, almost wholly smothering myself. I silently cursed myself for not being able to do this as well as other species, but based on her moaned obscenities, I was doing it well enough. I massaged her clit with my free hand, extracting more fevered curses as my rough skin touched her most sensitive area.

As she came onto my face, I gave her a final few long, slow licks, collecting the last of her release. I backed off of her, guiding her quivering body down to a sitting position to ensure that she didn't fall over. She was breathing so heavily she couldn't speak, taking a moment to gather herself. "Wow…," She leaned forward, giving him a deep kiss, "That… was incredible…."

Amelia

I sat in the bathroom, tenderly applying medigel to the areas of my body that had been rubbed raw by Garrus's plates. I found myself thanking whatever deity there may be for the creation of medigel; otherwise, I wouldn't get to enjoy sex nearly as often as I wanted.

I opened my omnitool to the baby monitor program, making sure the volume was turned up in case either of the children awoke from their naps. Satisfied, I returned to my task of applying the gooey substance to my body, taking special care to lather up the insides of my legs with an ample amount.

I couldn't explain it, but I was still incredibly horny, probably more so than I was last night, and I'd spent the better part of four hours having sex with Garrus since then, having seven orgasms between that morning and the night prior. Of those orgasms, the one I enjoyed the most was the last, when Garrus pulled me into his face and didn't let me move away.

I remembered back to the last time we had sex, a few days before my insemination, where I encouraged him to handcuff me to the bed and tormented me for over an hour without letting me orgasm before forcing several. This morning's orgasm had similar connotations. My entire life, my sex life, in particular, I had been dominant, not allowing anyone or anything to control me. Now, I wanted the opposite. I longed to be controlled by Garrus, someone who I trusted implicitly. I wanted to be his, used in whatever he saw fit, with no say in the matter. I knew that he wouldn't betray that trust, so I felt safe in ceding that control.

I felt myself getting wet at the idea, moving my medigel-slick hand down to stroke my lips, but stopped myself, wanting to preserve this feeling until later. After allowing the medigel to finish soaking in, I stood and gathered my clothes, heading into the closet to gather materials for that night. I had imagined a night like this before and had collected the items required to fulfill my fantasy months ago, but due to my pregnancy and the medications, I couldn't enact it. The idea eventually fell victim to time but had resurfaced that morning.

It took me a while, but I eventually found what I was looking for; several lengths of nylon rope. Once again, I felt the need to touch herself but studiously ignored it, determined to refine my broad plan into something I could surprise Garrus with tonight.

I climbed up onto the mattress, sitting on my butt, pulling my knees up to my chest, and wrapped one length of rope around my thighs, just above the knees, tying it off in a knot. Then I wrapped another length around my ankles, leaving a few inches extra above the knot. I fell onto my back, swinging my legs up and over my body until my ankles touched the top of the bed frame. I took the extra little bit of rope and tied it around the frame's metal, securing my ankles to it. I gave it a cursory tug, and my tie didn't give an inch. Perfect.

With phase one of my plan complete, I undid all the knots and moved on to phase two, figuring out how to secure my wrists. Of course, there were always the handcuffs, but that seemed to take something away from it, so I decided to search the extranet for solutions.

It took a while, but I eventually found a crude yet effective way to do it with the rope. I didn't want to test it on my hands now, being home alone and responsible for Gaius and Octavia, so I decided to try it on my ankles instead, testing the theory. I took one piece of rope and tied a hitch knot on one end, tying the other end to the foot of the bed after measuring an adequate length. With another length of rope, I wrapped it into a loose coil and slid the hitch knot over it. I slipped an ankle through either side and pulled my legs back, causing the hitch to tighten, cinching around her ankle. Another cursory tug yielded the same result.

Once again, I freed myself, loosening the hitch knot and tucking that piece under the covers to hide it from Garrus until it was time. Lastly, I found the blindfold and piece of cloth. Everything was ready… Tonight would be fun.

Garrus

I opened the door to the house and walked inside after an uneventful day at the office, immediately noticing the smell of fresh cudarae being cooked. I made my way into the kitchen, seeing Amelia standing at the stove, searing the blue steak.

"What's the occasion?" I asked, trying to surprise or scare her, but I knew that neither would happen.

"Hey!" She greeted me enthusiastically, turning towards me and giving me a kiss. "Does there have to be an occasion? Can I not just make you dinner?" She said, giving him a frown complete with knotted eyebrows.

"Of course, you can, but there is usually an ulterior motive," I observed, surmising that she wasn't upset, just mocking being offended.

She smiled, confirming that I was correct, "Nope, no ulterior motives this time," She stated with an ear-to-ear smile, "I just wanted to cook my husband dinner."

I stooped and placed my forehead on hers, "Thank you, it smells delicious."

"I'd hope so. Castis sent me the recipe, said it was your favorite when you were a kid," She made a shooing gesture at me, returning her attention to the steak on the grill top, "Go get changed or whatever; it'll be ready in five."

I left, making my way upstairs, when I heard her yell behind me, "Oh, and I coerced Solana into babysitting tonight, so we have the night all to ourselves!"

-0-

"Mmmm... That was delicious," I said, polishing off the last bite of my steak before taking a sip of the turian brandy. We sat at the dining table, the candles between us providing the only light in an otherwise dark room.

She gave me one of her patented radiant smiles, the candlelight reflecting off her white teeth, "I'm glad you enjoyed it."

We sat in companionable silence for a few moments, just enjoying each other's company before Amelia reached her hand out across the table, taking my much larger one in hers and intertwining our fingers, a nervous smile teasing her lips. It was our way of saying 'I love you' without saying it.

Amelia broke the silence, "I do have a surprise for you, though. Come upstairs in ten minutes; it'll be ready."

Amelia

I ran up the stairs and into the bedroom, shutting the door behind me and slipping out of my clothes. I grabbed the rope out of the closet and tossed it onto the bed, quickly recreating the situation I tested earlier.

I tied a knot in the piece of cloth, putting a pair of underwear in my mouth, followed by the knot, tying it behind my head, followed by the blindfold, completely blacking out the room.

It took a moment for me to feel around for the hitch and the loose coil, but I found them and slipped the hitch over the ring, putting my wrists on either side of the hitch and jerking them up, tightening the knot. I moaned, the sound muffled by the gag, totally helpless and at Garrus's mercy.

Garrus

I nursed my brandy while waiting for Amelia's ten-minute window to pass, intrigued as to what she had in store. When the timer hit zero, I downed the rest of the glass and ascended the stairs.

At the top of the stairs, the smell of her arousal hit me like an airtruck with how pungent it was. Whatever she had planned, it involved more than just sex.

I opened the door and blinked to see if I was hallucinating. Amelia was lying on the bed; her legs, bent at the waist, were folded up and over her with several lengths of rope securing them together as well as to the headboard. Her arms were pinned under her back, her wrists sticking out just past her butt, tied together with a length of rope. Another piece trailed down from her wrists and was secured to the footboard. She was naked, and the position she was in gave me perfect access to do whatever I wanted. I took a few steps closer, seeing that she also had a knotted cloth in her mouth and a blindfold slipped over her eyes.

I closed the distance, reaching out one clawed finger, drawing a line up the back of her left thigh. She shuddered a moaned into the gag, making my groin plates slide open. She gave a token struggle, showing that she was immobilized, unable to do more than wiggle.

I climbed onto the bed and got onto my stomach with my head floating just above her soaked pussy. From this close, the smell of her arousal nearly overwhelmed me. "I like this surprise, Ame," She giggled and let out a noise along the lines of good, but her gag muffled it.

I used my mandibles to tease the backs of her thighs, extracting a needy moan from her, but I had no intention of making this fast, "Do not come." I instructed, relishing in the power she gave me. She groaned but made no protest.

I moved my head lower, lightly biting once on each cheek of her ass, before giving her one long, lazy lick from bottom to top, causing her to jerk against the restraints to no avail. I repeated this for several minutes, pausing every time she looked like she was about to come, drinking in the gorgeous desperation until I could bring her to the edge again, each time getting a more and more desperate moan from her until I finally granted her permission and gave her one last lick. I eagerly lapped up her cum, even sweeter than usual from desperation, her body rocking as much as it could with post-orgasm bliss.

"You have no idea how good you taste," I said, receiving another unintelligible response from her. I dipped my head back down, licking her at a faster rate now, drinking in the moans. It didn't take long until she had orgasmed again, followed by a third and fourth. If not for the rope, she'd be a puddle on the bed, but I wasn't done yet.

I got up into a kneeling position, watching for a moment as her trembling legs struggled against the binds. Her hands clenched and unclenched the sheets below before fruitlessly pulling against their restraints. As she relaxed, I moved back to her, lining himself up for entry.

She was warmer, tighter, and more enjoyable than she ever had been before, and felt as if I was able to sink deeper inside of her, even though I knew it wasn't the case. She screamed in pleasure, the sound almost entirely silenced by the cloth in her mouth, spurring me on as I pushed into her again. My orgasm built quickly, and I came inside of her. Amelia's inner walls pulsed around me as she neared her fifth, but I pulled out before she did. I watched her twitch, unable to move and seek the final touch needed to send her over the edge, accompanied by a groan. I ran a finger up the back of her thigh, the slight stimulation all she needed to cross the threshold.

I untied the rope holding her legs to the headboard, lowering them slowly before moving to straddle her, pulling the gag down to her neck, and fishing the panties balled up in her mouth, "You're a naughty girl."

She smiled, biting her lower lip and moaning loudly when my hands ghost her breasts. "Don't untie me. I need more!"

"We aren't through yet, baby," I said, positioning my cock in front of her mouth. She craned her neck up, eagerly taking me into her mouth, her tongue lighting my nerves on fire. I came quickly, and she dutifully swallowed every drop.

I grunted in pleasure, climbing off the bed and grabbing the balled panties. putting them back in her mouth, followed by the knotted cloth to hold them in place, "Not done yet." I confirmed, lifting her legs back up to the headboard and tying the rope in place. Amelia laughed through the gag, her lips pulling into a smile around the cloth.

Amelia

As I replaced the gag in my mouth, I felt a fresh wave of need flood to my core, making me squirm as he tied to rope back to its anchor point. I felt incredibly spent, yet somehow, still in desperate need of more. Garrus slowly pushed into me again, causing me to scream into the gag as each rib entered. Garrus knew what buttons to press to give me the most pleasure, and he was undoubtedly pushing them now. As he moved in, he lightly bit the back of my knee, the slight pinprick of pain enhancing her pleasure even more.

I shuddered as I came, feeling his cock push through my tightened walls as matched her orgasm. I silently praised the turian's nonexistent refractory period, knowing that none of this would be possible with another human.

Garrus pulled out, but he was right back at it, burying his tongue deep into my folds. Ever the tease, he got me right to the edge and stopped, waiting just long enough so that one lick wouldn't push me over. "Tell me you want to come." He hummed.

"I wanna come!" I tried to say, but the gag stopped most of it.

"What was that? I didn't hear you."

"Please!" Once again, my speech was stunted by the cloth barricade.

"Oh well, I suppose you don't want to. No matter, I can do this all night." Another lick brought me back to the edge.

I whimpered, hoping that Garrus would make a mistake and allow me to come, but I knew he was far too precise to do that. I resigned myself to the torture, knowing that the eventual payoff far exceeded the price I had to pay, if he ever let me come, that was.

Garrus continued his pattern for the next ten minutes. One lick followed thirty seconds of light teasing over my thighs, just enough to keep me close, "Fuck! Please!" I begged.

"Please, what?" Garrus asked, licking me again.

"Fuck me!"

"Okay," He answered. His weight shifted on the mattress until he pushed inside of me. The stimulation of his entry alone threw me over the edge, delivering the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced. Garrus increased in pace quickly, causing me to build up yet another orgasm. I smiled as Garrus spilled inside me again. The result of our union leaked out of me as he pulled out, dripping down onto the bedsheets. I was in complete euphoria.

I heard Garrus get up, walking over to the side of the bed, untying my legs and bringing them down. A moment later, the gag and panties were pulled from my mouth, and Garrus planted his lip plates on mine.

I was flipped onto my stomach, and he took the loose length of rope and threaded it through my ankles, pulling them to meet my hands.

"Oh…," I squirmed a little, unable to move off of my stomach, secured in a hogtie, surprised, but happy with it.

The mattress dipped in front of me, and Garrus dragged me between his legs. Despite still being blindfolded, I got the memo and took his cock into my mouth, eager to swallow his cum again.

Garrus grunted beautifully as I moved my tongue over the more sensitive underside, coaxing him to release. I sucked him dry but kept going, carrying him to another after. Garrus grunted and pulled himself free, slipping the blindfold off.

I blinked against the harsh light of the room, needing a moment after being in complete darkness for so long.

"Do you want me to untie you?"

"Only if you want to…,"