Chapter 60: Lusted

Warning: this chapter contains content which may be considered sexually graphic by some readers. The beginning and the end of the associated sections are marked with "*CAUTION*" and "*END*", respectively.

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Normally I just use the turian concept art picture on the Mass Effect wiki as an anatomical reference, but for this chapter I also used an excellent piece of art by Bloomseed on Deviant Art titled "Naked Turian: Lux", for a reference on turian anatomy.

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Apologies this is late-I'm in the process of moving and the past two days have been insane. But hey, you get a really long chapter here so I don't wanna hear any complaints ;)

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Four hours.

Four hours until they were due back at the Normandy.

Four hours was a long time.

Four hours wasn't nearly enough time.

If only they could have had this conversation earlier this morning. Or, better yet, last night.

But then, Vadix supposed he could only blame himself for that. It was entirely his fault they hadn't spent all night together.

At least they had these four hours.

Less than that now though—every passing second grated on his nerves, provoking a whining rumble out of his subvocals, like something inside of him was aching to be released. Cassana couldn't hear it as she tugged him along behind her, but that random turian they passed in the hall certainly did; he looked very concerned at the pair of them but, thankfully, said nothing.

Vadix wasn't even sure where they were, now that he thought about it. "Where are we going?" he voiced his confusion as his partner continued down the path.

"I know a place," she explained. "Don't worry about it. I've got everything under control."

"That makes one of us," the man grumbled, the pitch increasing as he fought against the urge to tear Cassana's clothing off her body. They were in the middle of a hallway, somewhere in the Presidium neighborhoods. They could be seen by any number of people.

Including his father.

The thought was enough to calm his raging hormones for the moment. At least until he was blindly led through a darkened doorway which quickly closed behind them.

Losing his sight briefly heightened his other senses. Vadix stopped and closed his eyes, breathing deeply, letting his instincts control his conscious mind.

He could sense a relatively small room, with nothing in his immediate wingspan.

He could hear a lighter heartbeat than his own, but one that was nearly as fast.

He could smell a blossoming aroma, something tantalizing, mixing with a stagnant heady scent that clung to the walls.

He could taste the air caressing his face, thick with the promise between them.

When he opened his eyes once more, the gloom was hardly noticeable. Across the space stood Cassana, next to an antique-looking four poster bed. The room itself was the opposite of what he was accustomed to: heavy with color, draped with fabric, empty save for a single bedframe.

The turian's eyes crawled up the woman's body, reveling in the skin currently exposed, eager for that which soon would be. What had been a whine moments ago shifted into a possessive growl, and Vadix felt his own body crouch in response, honing in on the sound of Cassana's fluttering heart.

"You look like you could rip me limb from limb," she murmured, soft and sultry.

One mandible flicked away from his face. "I could," he replied, taking one short step toward her, narrowing the distance to his prey.

The woman tilted her head, considering this, then stood up straighter and looked at him sideways. "You're not going to, right?" She sounded uncertain, almost fearful.

Swallowing, Vadix tried to rein in his animalistic nature. "No," he answered, his tone curt from internal exertion. "This is just what happens. For turians, I mean. When we're…aroused." By the end of this inadequate explanation, his shoulders had rolled back again, shifting into a predatory stance without his permission. "I won't hurt you," he whispered the promise, eyes pleading.

Cassana watched him for several heartbeats, her own picking up speed once more. Then "Okay," she agreed. "What should I do?"

A catlike grin overtook his face. "Just try not to let me catch you," the turian purred.

Immediately she moved behind the bed, keeping the towering post between them as Vadix circled toward her. Inching closer with each step, his partner soon ran out of floor behind her, colliding with the wall.

He half-heartedly lunged for her, expecting a sudden end to this game, but she dove across the bed, rolling once on the ground until she stood on the balls of her feet once more. Vadix cocked his head. He had forgotten about the training she'd received aboard the Normandy.

Perhaps he had underestimated the small human.

The idea spurred his cock into greater life, moving forward within his body, not quite pressing against his lower plates.

Breathing heavier than was likely reasonable, Cassana observed his slow turn toward her, unable to look away from her hunter. He could taste the beginnings of her sweat tinging the air. It was like an appetizer, only a hint of what was to come.

He wanted more.

Now.

Again he jumped toward her, adjusting his aim to account for her anticipated escape route.

She had gotten good, but he was still better.

Achieving success, Vadix latched his talons around her arms, clamping down on his energy so as to keep from puncturing her skin. He feasted on the sight of her and tried to focus on how she felt to the touch: the silky smoothness of her alien body, the rounded softness of her muscles, the airy weight of her form against him.

It took considerably more concentration than he'd expected not to tear her apart.

"Tell me what you want," he pled with her, wrenching his gaze away from her immobilized body and into her face. Vadix needed instructions, and fast, or he wasn't sure what he might accidentally do to her.

Without hesitation she answered. "I want you to untie my dress." Lifting her arms, she gripped his wrists tightly and removed his hands from her body long enough to turn around, looking over her shoulder at him as she did so.

The turian stared down at her for longer than was strictly necessary. Her entire back was exposed save for two threads the stretched vertically from the top of her back to the waistline of the dress, where they were each tied in a bow. Gingerly he pulled on the hanging ends, afraid he might rip the meager fabric.

When the entire article fell to the floor, his jaw fell too, all thought of pure domination vaporized—this wasn't a sight congruous with a turian sexual pairing, and one for which his instincts were not prepared. He barely noticed Cassana smirking at him.

Slowly, he reached for her body, placing his palms against her hips before rubbing up the length of her torso.

She shivered but reassured him, "Don't stop."

He didn't.

Down his hands traveled, caressing her sides all the way down to her ankles. Her skin felt smoother than the armor of a spacecraft.

"When you stand," Cassana whispered, voice tense, "follow the inside of my legs with your hands."

The inside? Vadix wondered why but was willing to oblige. Reaching around, he gripped the front of her shins and slowly rose, gliding the pads of his fingers against her skin. When he touched her upper legs again she shivered, squirming slightly.

"So the chills are a good thing?" he pondered aloud, breathing against her ass.

The woman nearly gasped in response, "Yes."

*CAUTION*

Then his talons met resistance, having reached the apex of her thighs. Vadix continued to stand, the flats of his hands traveling through the curls and folds he couldn't see. She lurched forward without warning, and the turian tightened his claws involuntarily to keep her from falling. "Another good thing?" he asked cheekily, cheek plate pressed into her side.

Cassana groaned. "Do I even need to answer that?"

With a chuckle, Vadix continued to trek up her body with his hands, flowing with and cradling her curves. Standing at his full height he held her breasts like precious spheres, grazing the upper edges with his thumbs. Her head fell back against his chest, eyes closed, focused on his touch.

He was actually touching her.

He could hardly believe it.

But then Vadix also knew he couldn't have dreamed this up on his own.

While he continued to familiarize himself with her chest, Cassana reached up with her own hands to pull firmly on his neck until his mouth was next to her ear. "Another good spot," was all she said.

Vadix watched her flesh pimple from the assault of his breath. Tentatively he licked her, just beneath her hairline. Tasting of fading sweat and awakening neurons, she shuddered, and he reveled in his ability to move her: he had expected to be a disappointment.

"Now you know my most important areas," the human muttered, her voice breathy below him. "Why don't you show me yours? I'm curious how much of what the extranet says is true." She turned around in his arms, fingering the hem of his shirt and nuzzling the bottom of his chin with her nose.

Planting both hands on her ass cheeks, Vadix replied with more confidence than he usually felt, "Why don't you find out for yourself?"

He didn't have to tell Cassana twice.

Standing on her toes, she stretched for the crown of his head, one hand sliding up the length of his crest, the other slipping beneath it to massage his scalp. The turian rumbled silently in pleasure, the vibrations felt by both of them where their chests collided. "Two for two?" she questioned slyly.

Vadix merely growled in response.

After several moments, pressure increasing behind his lower plates, she trailed her fingers down the sides of his face, neck, cowl, and torso until she again fiddled with his shirt edge. She glanced at him quickly before pulling it up his body.

The only problem was she couldn't get it over his head, given how much shorter than him she was. Luckily, Vadix was more than happy to remove the clothing for her.

Again she trailed down his body, scratching with her nails the edges where his plates met his leathery skin. He could barely feel it, not quite a tickle.

Until she reached his waist.

Here Cassana moved to encircle him with her hands, squeezing against his hardened body and rubbing the pads of her thumbs where his lowest chest plates met his upper pelvic plate. This subtle movement was enough to make the turian tremble, tingling like his nerve endings had restarted.

Then she turned her fingers just enough to run her nails against his flesh, and the tingling intensified into electrocution.

"Ow," the woman complained, scowling at him.

"What?"

"Think you could ease up on my ass down there?"

Vadix relaxed his talons, not even realizing he had tightened his grip, enthralled as he'd been by her touch. "Sorry," he murmured, dipping his head to snuffle her hair.

"That's alright," Cassana assured him. "At least I know I'm doing this right." Changing position, her fingers grazed the upper corners of his pelvic plate before sliding over to his hips, stretching the elastic of his pants until they dropped to the floor. Here she circled several times, like a skyship waiting to dock.

When she found his harbor, an exposed hollow on the back side of his hip spurs, she dug in sharply and, huffing the air out of his lungs, Vadix clenched his fists, narrowly missing her own sensitive—and penetrable—skin.

Absorbed in the concentration of feeling, his lower plates unsealed to let his penis thrust forward, faster than he'd thought possible.

Humming, the naked woman before him purred, "Ah, here we are," just before she knelt on the ground. She stared at his dick for a long moment as it continued to emerge, keen to make its first public appearance, especially after being denied just that morning.

Deliberately the woman turned her face skyward to look at him. Then she grinned.

Cassana wrapped one hand around his cock, halting its forward progress, starting a dull ache inside of him where the back of his sexual organ resided. His body wasn't happy about being blocked, yet this was still the most external stimulation he'd had to date.

And then she added her mouth.

Her mouth.

"Spirits," Vadix nearly whimpered.

It was unlike anything he had previously experienced. Tight and wet and warm, her thick tongue caressed the underside between the lengthwise ridges that coated his circumference, following the downward path of her lips until they met the ring made by her fingers.

She took the first four inches or so of his penis into her mouth then pulled back until only the tip was covered. Flicking her tongue against the tapered edge, she teased him, eyes glowing sinfully.

Not once did her gaze falter from his own.

The man could feel something building within him, rolling like a wave, crashing inside a glass cage. With every up and down pass of her lips, the tension increased, a pendulum pulling back to its maximum potential energy.

On another run back to the protruding end, when her teeth grazed the upper-side of his only soft tissue, Vadix felt his arousal peak, his sperm erupting out of him like a rampaging keenra, climactic bulb suddenly engorged from the force of it.

*END*

Cassana licked the spray on her lips as she pulled back, eyeing his crotch. "Hm," she muttered. "That's interesting."

"Eh?" He couldn't think straight enough to form actual words.

Grinning at him, the redhead explained, "Well, first, you taste very different. Most human men's semen tastes sort of salty. Yours is sweeter, like fruit juice, but also has this almost fishy flavor."

'First', she'd said 'first' which meant there was something else too. Ask about that. "Mmhm?"

"Second, this." She nodded pointedly at his penis, momentarily inert outside of his body though it was less than a handspan long. "I'm amazed neither you nor the extranet warned me; it was by pure luck that my mouth wasn't farther down your dick. It would have gotten stuck inside me!"

Seeing her look up at him, gloriously naked and on her knees—even though she was slightly glaring—the sight of it was truly invigorating. He purred, distracted, "I think that's sort of the point, isn't it?"

"What the fuck kind of biology is that?" Cassana challenged.

Vadix didn't know what to tell her: he wasn't the one who had decided how exactly his species would copulate.

Before he registered her movement, brain hazy from sexual release, he'd fallen heavily backward onto the bed and his lover was pouncing on him. Watching the human attempt to smother him was somehow both erotic and repellant—the way she moved, like her very soul was being consumed, made him salivate; the feeling of being cornered by a creature so much weaker made him seethe.

Stretching her body this way and that, Cassana teased her partner visually while she waited for his climactic bulb to deflate. She easily multitasked between stimulating the sensitive spots on his hardened skin and stimulating her own sensitive flesh. Her toes wiggled beneath his thighs; her fingers grazed the inside edge of his cowl.

Part of him wanted never to move from this spot, and he could die a happy man.

"It makes me wet, watching you watch me like that. And you've barely even touched me," she murmured, voice tinged with something like awe. Catching his wrists, she placed his palms against her rounded hips, then resumed her ministrations of his body.

*CAUTION*

Finally she could wait no longer and, planting the heels of her hands against his chest, the woman lifted her hips just enough to claim his cock with her body. Then, settling into a comfortable position in his crotch, Cassana circled her hips against him. Straightaway his length grew longer, slowly sliding against the alien tissues until the walls turned into a dead end.

His partner sighed, eyes closed, head lolling back in pleasure.

And then she began to move.

Leisurely up and down, the rhythm started at the base of his sex, directed by her own. As though she hadn't a care in the world, Cassana threaded her way against him, gasping lightly at the sensations created by the foreign ridges of his dick.

Her pussy liked it even more than her mouth.

What felt like hours surely must have been only minutes, perhaps even seconds. Vadix would have sworn time stood still while his fiery seductress wove a spell above him. With no little lasciviousness, from leaden eyes he watched her grind into him, rotating her hips this way and that, forcing him to give her pleasure.

But not without giving some in return.

His own tension began to rise once more, his body as taut as a heat sink, her movements a mass effect field inside of him, even as he physically filled her body the best way he could. Yet the powerlessness of the position she'd chosen could not be ignored either; he was an apex predator, not some indolent pet merely to be fawned over. His subvocals climbed in tandem with the melody of their heartrates, their breathing, their sweat, until the need to control outweighed the bliss between them.

With one last longing glance at her bouncing breasts, the ripples of human skin where her ass met his thighs, the unblemished expanse of her torso rising toward the ceiling, Vadix wrapped an arm around her waist and turned onto his side, pulling the woman beneath him.

That internal whine subsided the moment he saw her startled overcast gaze lock with his own heated eyes, the melted blue of springtime. Holding himself aloft with one arm, he attempted to mimic the motion she'd created atop his body, thrusting forward horizontally, as his other hand snaked up to one nipple. This he thumbed, fascinated by the tender skin, surely an insufficient barrier against the elements.

And against him.

Palming one sphere, his face moved to the other, vigorously rubbing his face plates against her body, catching the edge of a mandible against the erect nipple. Cassana moaned, writhing slightly under his weight. She may have said something but the man was too involved in the feel of her to pay attention to words.

Soon her fair skin warmed against his rough plates, red like the blood that coursed through her veins. He licked the curves of her chest, alternating which arm held him suspended in the air so he could ravish both breasts with his tongue and talons, heedless of the furious rash he created.

*END*

Detachedly, Vadix wondered for a brief moment how his body could do so many things at once: bear his entire weight largely on one arm, use the other to rove and fondle the woman's body, nip and lick her upper chest, and flex at the hips to pound into her parted legs. He had assumed there would be some learning curve, but it seemed he was a natural at…this.

And what exactly was this?

Peering up at Cassana's face, her expression contorted somewhere between ecstasy and agony, he asked himself this question. Her nails clawed at his back, unable to find purchase in the plates that covered his skin, and her legs wrapped around him, one at his waist and the other at his knee. She was a woman in the throes of sex but, somehow, he couldn't bring himself to call this fucking.

Next to the sexual pleasure he felt, something deeper, something richer surged into being as he observed the face of this human he loved.

And that was it.

He was making love to her.

This realization hit him like an escape pod shot into space, pulling his climax out with it into the abyss he was just now starting to explore.

Vadix nearly collapsed on top of her, the weight of his thoughts expiring him almost as completely as his physical exertions. He could feel his climactic bulb, wedged into the deepest part of her canal, like a battery swollen from leakage.

"Shit," she drew out the expletive into several syllables. With her eyes still closed, Cassana squirmed under him like she was trying to get comfortable.

"Shit good or shit bad?" he asked, unable to keep the grin off his face.

Arching her back, she finally opened her storm cloud eyes. "Shit good," she answered with a matching smile. "Not quite hella good, but we can work on that."

He tilted his head in question, close enough to waft her hair with the movement. "What do you mean?"

"I mean," she said slowly, like she was choosing her words carefully. "While it was very pleasurable, you enjoyed that more than I did."

Vadix blinked twice before responding. "Damn. I'm so sorry." He tried to pull away, no longer contemplating the side effects of sexual intercourse.

Including the one that literally sat on the tip of his penis.

Cassana yelped when he withdrew completely from her body, instinctively reaching down her torso. "Ow," she mumbled faintly, cupping her hand around her sex.

"Dammit, I'm so sorry," the turian repeated. Perhaps he was as wrong about his bedroom prowess as a biotic krogan was unlikely to exist.

She waved off his apology. "Don't be; it was more surprising than actually painful. And also you don't have to apologize for not making me orgasm. Guys usually forget about it their first time since women tend to have a different bar to reach—and that's not even accounting for the species differences." Cassana trailed off, seemingly lost in thought as she contemplated this concept.

So not quite a biotic krogan, but average wasn't exactly what he'd hope for, either.

The woman's hair fanned out around her face like a wildfire, her skin already warming from the flame that had kindled between them. Releasing a sound between a moan and a grimace, Cassana voiced her thoughts, "You know, what they really ought to advise you of is the chafing."

"The chafing?" All that Vadix could see was the warm marble-like coloring of her skin, swirls of cream and pink and red surrounding that stationary block of hair darker than the wild wreath encircling her head.

Nodding, she continued, "Yes, the chafing. From your armor-like plates? I think it's starting to rub my skin raw, especially where you so enthusiastically burrowed against my boobs." Cassana grinned despite the discomfort. "And my legs of course. I mean, don't get me wrong: ten out of ten would do you again—and I plan to, several times—but it seems I'm going to need to invest in a really good lotion." Unconsciously she lifted one knee toward her chest, gently rubbing her palm against the inside of her leg where the scarlet was deepest.

For one long moment the turian felt uneasy about doing anything that brought pain to someone he loved. He felt uncomfortable knowing he hadn't pleased her, especially given how much she had pleased him, and he suspected she was still letting him off easier than he deserved.

But then, with one leg raised and her pelvis at a slightly different vantage point, Vadix could see his semen.

Inside of her.

Dripping from her.

Quicker than he could breathe, he was kneeling beside the bed, face pressed against her vagina, talons gripping her hips to hold her body still. His teeth ripped through her curls, grazing her flesh.

Cassana screamed.

It was a sound that seemed to wrench his heart from his body, frozen, braced for impact.

Her hands latched onto his head crest, attempting to pull his lethal mouth away from her most sensitive skin. But she hadn't the leverage, nor the strength, to do so.

*CAUTION*

Instead, the tugging he felt at the top of his skull increased the automatic frenzy coursing through his veins, the result of seeing the loss of his seed. Vadix sucked in a sharp breath, imbued with the scent of the woman's sex, edged with the smell of his own ejaculation. Having lost all ability for rational thought, his tongue began to lap at her folds, pushing the thick seeping liquid farther inside of the woman, consuming what refused to reenter as though he could somehow preserve the evidence of his virility for future use.

Climax had been so close—twice—only to be rebuffed—twice—making her insides feel as strained as the trigger on a sniper rifle. Feeling his tongue rub up and down her labia, Cass hoped the third time would truly be the charm. Her back arched, seeking deeper purchase against her lover.

She knew she'd best make the best of the situation while she could.

"Vadix," her voice came out as breathy as a virgin's. "Touch me." Feeling for his hands, she pulled his talons off her ass and up her body until he had palmed both breasts. So far he hadn't punctured the skin there, and what small part of her brain was still thinking clearly didn't quite trust those nails near her clitoris just yet.

Luckily the man didn't need more instruction. Right away he was rolling her nipples between his thumb and forefinger, massaging her boobs with his remaining finger on each hand, all while he continued to lick her pussy like a candied fruit.

Head thrown backward, spine forming a bridge, Cass gripped the blanket behind her head with one hand while the other began to work the rounded bundle of nerves at the top of her sex. She'd had years to perfect her own technique, something no man had yet mastered.

No man had yet cared to do so.

Circular motions created a slow burn, building the tension like a stove built boiling water. She moaned with delight as the cresting waves grew higher with each pass. Then flicks with her comparatively dull nails jumped her pleasure up and up and up. She huffed the air from her lungs each time, the silent testament to her progressive journey.

Every tweak of a nipple, every touch of her clit, every lash against her lips: she felt it all.

Cass was exhausted, so near the end but so close to giving out, the length of their forays thus far already draining.

But her partner was tireless.

With one last thrust of his tongue, coinciding with the brush of keratin against flesh, the wave of ecstasy finally crashed inside her body. Muscles clenched, mouth frozen in a silent scream, her hands numb from the concentrated feeling overtaking her body.

*END*

Her back collapsed against the worn bed, the one she'd often reserved for clients whom she felt had completed the goals they had set at the beginning of their professional relationship. It seemed fitting for their first time as a couple as well: having overcome their initial issues, determined to work on the rest.

"What was that?" Her voice sounded small, like she was somewhere far away.

Still seated between her legs, Vadix snuggled his mandible against her leg as gently as he could. "What do you mean?"

Absentmindedly she caressed the other side of his face, her own expression dreamlike, content. "I mean, out of nowhere you were suddenly so agitated. Like something was horribly wrong. And then you basically attacked me," she teased, tweaking the edge of his mandible.

"Oh, right," he stalled, feeling awkward. "Well, when I saw my…sperm," he forced himself to say it, "trickling out of you, it was like some automatic response kicked in. I stopped thinking; I became an animal," the turian trailed off. "I'm sorry," he murmured, pleading with his eyes for forgiveness.

Cass cupped his face, still too weak to sit up properly. "It's alright. You didn't do any permanent damage. And," she grinned wickedly, "I'd say you've more than made up for it. That was one of the best orgasms I've ever had."

"One of?" he repeated, his masculine drive apparently restarting yet again. Typical.

She rolled her eyes. "Yes, but don't worry, we've got time enough for you to beat everyone else."

"Excellent," the turian purred, already dreaming about his future conquests of her body and soul.

"And hey," she continued, stretching and rolling over on the bed, clearly not thinking on the same wavelength, "now we know why the end of your dick gets so engorged when you come: gotta keep those motherfuckers inside at all costs, apparently." Her body was already beginning to ache from her partner's crushing weight.

The best kind of sore, the redhead thought smugly.

Before she could settle too snuggly into the bedspread, she felt leaning into her that same weight which was already beginning to become familiar.

"There's just something about seeing so much of your skin," Vadix muttered in her ear, their legs dangling off the mattress together.

Wiggling against him, she taunted, "Oh, so it's just about seeing, is it?" Cass could feel his answering groan, though she couldn't hear it. Extending an arm behind her, she could just reach the turian's plated ass, rather smaller than the size of his body seemed to indicate, like his hip spurs weren't directly connected with his backside. She ran her nails up and down the hardened curves of his plating. "I think I prefer feeling to seeing," she whispered, tilting her face toward Vadix's.

"Hm," he began, suspiciously thoughtful. "I may need another test to be sure. If you would be so kind as to oblige me?"

Rolling her eyes with no little drama, the woman rolled her hips back and forth across his lower abdomen. She was just barely too short for her cheeks to sit nicely in the concavity of his crotch, but there wasn't much she could do about that at the moment, being indisposed by the alien's heavy weight.

But then, it didn't seem to matter too much, given the prod she felt against the top of her cheeks. She wiggled again, giggling, "I think that answers that question."

*CAUTION*

Vadix growled audibly in response, the subtle touch of his penis growing more insistent.

Then she was yanked backward until only her upper torso remained on the bed, head cradled against her folded arms. Feet struggling to find purchase, Cass's weight was held suspended largely by the turian standing at her back. He held her hips aloft, level with his own, her toes scraping the smooth flooring, and she gasped when he suddenly penetrated her.

Wincing, she cringed against the pain of his thrusts, his extended cock longer than her vaginal canal. Cass thought her cervix would be bruised from the impact force. He pummeled into her to the hilt, claws digging into the curves he clasped. Breathless from the energy surging against and into her body, the human jerked forward with each movement. Eventually the ache subsided, Vadix's body retracting to a workable length at the insistence of her own body, and pleasure began to creep into her bones once more.

Holding up the rest of her weight with her arms, the woman's clitoris remained untouched, a lack that did not go unnoticed. Cass groaned loudly, trying to sound authoritative, "Vadix, I need more than just that."

"More?" he grunted, his torso bent over her own. "How?"

"My clit," she answered, alternating between gritting her teeth and gasping for air. "Around front."

Apparently this was insufficient instruction as her partner grunted wordlessly, moving one hand to grasp just below her navel.

"Ugh," Cass grumbled, working between the momentum of their bodies to wedge one hand out from under her. When it was free, she placed her hand atop his, guiding the pad of his second finger to her bud. "Just watch the talons."

Lightly he caressed her clitoris, back and forth in quick sweeping motions in time with the plunges of his penis. Inside of her, he repeatedly rubbed against that sensitive spot at her front. Her climax spiked, nearing the peak once more. It climbed and climbed, like a drug addict who must reach new levels to achieve an intense high. She could feel her wetness growing, deepening amid his touch.

It still wasn't quite enough.

She bent her head to the bed, cheek pressed into the fabric near her arm now tucked into the hollow of her neck, trying to lift one side of her body. The hand that had directed the man to her front now slid into the margin of space between her chest and the mattress, unable to get much of a grip with all the fabric pressed against her skin. Cass groaned again, more out of frustration than anything.

She was so close, but how to make it better?

She didn't want to critique her enthusiastic partner, but… right now the partnership wasn't exactly equal.

As she opened her mouth to ask for still more, Vadix leaned farther forward, his bare plates cool against her slick back. She felt something brush against the back of one leg then grip her other thigh.

And she was jerked off the bed and into a vertical position.

The man continued to pound into her, pressing her down into each drive with the hand that clutched her clit, lifting her almost entirely clear of his dick with the arm wound beneath her knee, now bent nearly into her chest where he massaged her breasts one at a time.

Her pelvis tilted impossibly to maintain the sexual contact, the small of her back protesting the bend. But her G-spot couldn't have asked for anything better.

"Fuck, yes," she hissed even as her body shivered all over. The exertion, the stretch, the pleasure—it was too much, too much to manage. Quickly the tension inside of her skyrocketed, and Cass fumbled to hold herself together long enough for her partner to find completion as well.

Blindly reaching with her arms, she seized his hip spur with one arm, using it as a pivot point to hold herself up and to find that hidden sweet spot of his, and clutched his head crest with the other, stroking the underside in tune with the cacophony of their intercourse. She felt Vadix rumble against her, around her, inside her.

The smell of her was deep, heady, and clinging. His was airy, brisk, crisp. Her scent reminded him of the hunt, igniting the primal instincts inherited from his predecessors. His made her feel like she could fly.

"Come for me, Vadix. Come inside me."

The words were hardly more than a whisper, staccato between her labored breathing and his beating rhythm.

Gripping tight enough for the human to feel each point of his talons, her lover held her close and let go in the same moment she fell from the high she'd been chasing with him.

In tandem their bodies shuddered, her filmy muscles shattered beyond their meager limits, his plates slippery from her sweat. Cass could feel the ballooned end of his cock fortified inside of her, as deep as he could go, drawing out the tremors of ecstasy that wracked her.

*END*

Still holding her close, Vadix turned around until he faced the wall then carefully sank onto the bed, his back powerfully dipping the mattress. For a moment they simply lay there, the only sounds their beating hearts and slowing breath.

He broke the silence first. "Spirits, that was…" She felt him shrug beneath her. "That was incredible, but even that's not a good enough description."

Cass continued to stroke his tough plumes. "Honestly I feel like I've been turned into a sex toy—and I'm not even mad about it."

This remark was met with stillness for a moment too long.

"Vadix?"

She felt him shift slightly. "I just can't decide if I should apologize or if I should say thank you."

The redhead snorted, unable to keep from laughing. "In this case," she responded, still giggling, "I think I should be the one to say thank you!"

"Really?" He sounded so uncertain that it made her heart crack, a soft smile spreading across her lips.

"I wish I could look you in the eye to say this," Cass started. Then stopped, bending her neck to peer backwards at him. The man helpfully lifted his head off the bed to make eye contact and they both grinned. "I'm not exaggerating at all when I say this: that was the best sex of my life."

Blinking slowly, Vadix let his head fall back, contemplating this.

Unsure of his emotional reaction, she began to worry. And the worry made her ramble. "Do you not believe me? Because it's not about skill; it's about the connection we share. It's not something I've had with anyone before, not like this. Not like you."

Again she felt him move. "No, I believe you. I was just thinking that maybe setting the bar so high on the first time wasn't such a good idea. For me, anyway. Next time probably won't be as good for you."

"Vadix," Cass chided. "The fact that we're even talking about next time makes everything infinitely better."

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Aaaand, that's a wrap! This chapter was about three times as long as my average chapter, but it had been a long time coming, they deserved a good woohoo session, and I wanted to accurately depict how I felt their first pairing would go—and I couldn't do that in 2500 words. All in all, our hero and heroine have come a long way, learned a lot about themselves and each other, but still have a long way to go before their story is over. Parts one and two were both just over 200 (Google docs) pages long and approx. 84k words each; I anticipate part three will be similar.

If you're here for the romance, part three will have just a bit of that but will largely be about their training and subsequent mission. I still have some secrets to reveal as well, so stay tuned for those. Because of the nature of part three, I will likely not post any new chapters for a while as I want to write the majority of part three all at once, instead of writing and posting a chapter each week, so I don't have to go back and change anything online when I find something that needs to be clarified or explained in an earlier chapter—I anticipate that happening several times. Thanks to everyone who has stuck it out this long, and I hope you're looking forward to (lots) more!