This site needs more Voyeurism/Exhibitionism
anonymous
July 27 2012, 16:21:31 UTC
Desired pairing F!Shep/Turian (Garrus,Saren or Nihlus preferred) but open to other options.
F!Shep's LI, feeling overwhelmingly possessive and becoming increasingly annoyed and jealous due to the constant flirting Shepard endures from the human crew (Kaidan would be nice - but again, I'm open to pretty much anything)since their relationship remains unknown to most of the crew, decides to stage a situation in which said human is able to see exactly why said flirtation is constantly ignored.
Prefer F!Shep to have no idea that she's being watched... but LI decides to put on the show of a lifetime. Human non-LI is incredibly aroused and decides to go ahead and have some fun while he/she watches.
Extra Bonus Points: This site also needs more hetero anal.
Additional Bonus Points: F!Shep is an anal virgin
Ultimate Bonus Points: An additional crew member catches the show as well... perhaps even assists non-LI human in easing his/her arousal. Ideally same gender.
Re: This site needs more Voyeurism/Exhibitionism
anonymous
July 31 2012, 22:27:27 UTC
*OP sits chewing on her fingernails wondering*
My dear fellow pervs, how gauche would it be to fill my own prompt?
I ask because I've kind of been thinking about my request... and might just be able to find the courage to (you know, anonymously heh heh)write my first ever fanfic and post it here.
A/N: First time posting, well, anything I've written. Anywhere.
Garrus Vakarian had reached the point where he could safely say he’d had enough. The reasonable part of his brain, the one with so many turian social protocols drilled in, realized that there was really nothing that could be done about the situation. It wasn’t like they were formally mated or anything. And it wasn’t like he couldn’t trust Shepard. She’d made it clear that there was no one else for her, and he fully believed her. It wasn’t any sort of insecurity that was making him feel this way, or so he told himself, but it just wasn’t right.
The crew of the Normandy, specifically, the majority of the human crew of the Normandy, were trying their damnedest to get into their commanders pants, and he had been trying his damnedest to ignore the constant flirting. Other than a select few, no one had idea that she was his, since both he and Shepard had agreed to keep their relationship out of the public eye for the time being. He had to admit, that sneaking in and out of her cabin (and the Port Observation deck, the AI core, the main battery and both of the bathrooms located on deck two) was quite fun, almost as though they were doing something dirty and forbidden. He grinned at the thought, in a way they were. It wasn’t as though turian/human couples were all the rage or anything. Most of them were looked upon with a hefty dose of disgust, by other turians and humans at least. Salarians didn’t seem to care one way or the other, and the asari certainly couldn’t very well come out against such a thing, and of course the krogan found anything which wasn’t krogan (or asari) disgusting.
But Garrus wasn’t ruled entirely by the reasonable part of his brain, at least where HIS human was concerned. The other part of his brain, the primal part, was just as territorial as his ancestors had been. Those less civilized turians who lived generation upon generation back would, if the history books were to be believed, start wars, or at least longstanding feuds between clans if someone were to look at a dominant males mate improperly.
And now Kaidan, of all people, was back. Garrus sighed. He didn’t really have anything against the human, nor was he really threatened by him. Now that he and Shepard had, well, been fucking like pyjacks for the past year, he was certain that Kaidan really wasn’t her type by any means. She liked aggressive males, and Kaidan, well, he couldn’t fit into that mold if a herd of angry krogan tried to pound him into it.
Shepard, on the other hand, one of the deadliest women in the galaxy, and certainly the most dangerous human he had ever met, had turned out to be, much to Garrus’ delight, rather submissive in certain circumstances. Just the thought of some of the things they had done brought a growl to his throat. Someone like Kaidan is not the sort of man who winds up with a woman like Shepard.
But he was grating on Garrus’ nerves just the same. The lovelorn looks, the way he’d occasionally touch her (as though he had any right!), the constant flirting, it was driving Garrus a little bit mad. Not just Kaidan, either, any number of crew men and women were quite eager to do anything for their commander. But, Garrus had to admit to himself, it was mostly Kaidan.
Several nights ago Garrus had been so annoyed he’d even brought it up to Shepard. “Garrus, you know I don’t want anyone but you. I just haven’t had a time to explain that I’m not interested. I’ve been kind of busy, between, you know, curing the genophage and re-releasing the Rachni into the galaxy.” Her brows furrowed and she had said distractedly, “Huh, when you say those two things together it kind of sounds like a disaster waiting to happen. Huh.” She looked up at him, eyes just a little far away.
He chuckled, at her. She did that when she was tired and ready to drop asleep at any moment. It was adorable actually. The rest of the time she was so focused, so controlled, even in the midst of a galaxy-wide catastrophe and the never ending bickering of politicians, not to mention the billions upon billions of lives depending on her. He felt selfish suddenly for even bringing it up.
She looked up at him, “No one but you, Garrus.”
“I know, Shepard, I’m not really worried about anything happening. I just, I want to - do anything to let him know you’re mine sometimes.”
She had smiled up at him sleepily and touched his face, “When this is all over we can tell everyone, I promise. I don’t care what the Alliance and the Hierarchy or the Council will say. We can always steal the Normandy and find some deserted, tropical paradise.” She grinned up at him, “Have you seen the war room map lately? There’s going to be a lot of prime real estate available soon.”
He laughed, “I can’t believe you just said that.”
“I can either laugh or I can cry.”
He touched his forehead to hers. “Go to sleep, I’ll let myself out. And forget about what I said.” He dropped his voice and octave and flashed a grin, “I know who you belong to.”
When he got up he could have sworn he heard mumble sleepily, “Speaking of real estate, while I’m on a roll we should go see what Tali needs…”
Back in the present Garrus stewed. The more he thought about what had taken part in front of him earlier, the more, instinctual he became. He’d been working on the shuttle with Cortez, hurriedly trying to get the thing back to 100% before the next mission.
Vegas voice echoed through the hangar, “Yo, Major! What brings you down here?”
“Just picking up a weapon mod, Lieutenant.”
“Esteban keeps them on the workbench to the left.”
“Thanks.”
“Yeah.” Vega paused, “so, I’ve been wondering…”
Their voices had dropped, but Garrus could easily make out the conversation, though he doubted Cortez could, he wasn’t certain. Vega’s voice, in particular, had a habit of making itself heard.
“I hear you and the Commander go way back.”
“yeah, I was with her for Sovereign.”
Vega’s voice dropped a lower. But not low enough.
“I heard that you and her were, ah, real close. Like, you know how she likes her eggs in the morning close.”
Alenko smirked. Garrus could not see his face, but he could just hear the smirk in his voice when he replied, “actually, she doesn’t like eggs.”
Garrus heard the sound of flesh hitting flesh; he could picture Vega slapping Kaidan’s shoulder as he replied, “Ha! I knew it. Esteban owes me 50 credits! I owe you a drink. Or several drinks if I can get you to spill some of the details.”
Kaidan laughed, “Sorry, not sharing any details.” He could hear his footsteps as he left, “I’m just really glad to be, you know back, under her Command again.”
Garrus started when he felt an arm on his hand. He looked over at Steve, “You alright there Garrus?”
“Yeah, I’m fine, just, ah, tired. Why?”
“Just, try to remember that the whole growling thing kind of freaks humans out.”
“Major Alenko, we will be docking at the Citadel in twenty minutes. Commander Shepard insists that all crew members take 6 hours of mandatory shore leave.”
Kaidan sat up from where he’d been lounging in the Starboard Observation deck, several datapads spread out around him. “Mandatory?”
EDI spoke through the intercom system again, “Yes, Major, Shepard insists, as it may be some time before the crew is given shore leave again. All personal are to clear the Normandy until shore leave is over. It will also give me an opportunity to update security protocols.”
“Alright, thank you EDI.”
“You’re welcome Major.”
Kaidan wondered briefly if he could convince Shepard to have dinner with them while there. They really needed to sit down and talk, get things into the open. Ever since he’d returned she’d been distant, and so unlike she had been on the SR1. He assumed their argument on Horizon had a lot do with it, though she’d claimed that it was all in the past. He badly wanted to find some way to try and get back there and to figure out exactly what the two of them had together. But she’d been so busy. It seemed he couldn’t get her alone for a minute.
He stood up and stretched before setting out to find her.
xXxXx
“Officer Vakarian, I’ve instructed the Major to return in six hours’ time, as you instructed. The remainder of the crew has been instructed to return in eight. Is there anything else I can do for you?”
“Not at this time, but thank you EDI. I appreciate your help in this.”
“I am happy to assist, Officer Vakarian.”
Garrus took a moment to grin and thought, ‘you have to love an unshackled AI that has been encouraged to use its own judgment…'
Garrus found her in the shuttle bay, standing by a workbench replacing the scope on her sniper rifle. ‘Perfect’ he thought to himself. He slipped behind her and began nuzzling the back of her neck. He loved the way she smelled, always had if he was being honest with himself. And the fact that she stood at least a foot shorter than him. That someone could be so fierce in battle, so commanding in person, and be so small in stature somehow delighted him. Spirits, he loved this woman.
“Mmmmm.” Shepard sighed and tilted her head to the side to allow him better access, “Something on your mind, Garrus?”
“Oh, just thinking that for the next two and a half hours we have the ship all to ourselves.”
He couldn’t see her face where he was, but he could feel her grinning, “We certainly do. I’m sure you’ll enjoy the quiet time we have to get those calibrations done.”
He nipped at her shoulder and chuckled, “Is that what the kids are calling it these days?”
She was ready with the witty comeback, but it promptly left her head when his tongue came out to tease at the sensitive flesh behind her ear. “Why don’t you,” he nibbled her shoulder again, “forget about that rifle,” nuzzled his forehead against the soft skin of her neck, “and instead, you and I,” the scraping of his teeth along the back of her neck, “enjoy what time we have to ourselves?” He pulled at her hips until she was backed up against him and he purred this time as his tongue traced the outline of her ear.
She’d never been able to resist him when he purred. She turned around in his arms and looked up at him through her eyelashes. “Something specific you have in mind?” she asked coyly.
“Maybe,” he leered down at her. One of his talons caught the fastening of her shirt and tugged at it, “but you’re a little overdressed for it.” He’d become an expert and undressing his human, and it wasn’t long until she was unclothed before him, in all her silky soft glory. Moving the rifle and tools out of the way, he gripped her ass and placed her on the workbench.
“Put your hands on the shelf behind you and don’t move them unless I tell you to do so.” She complied, the position causing her to arch her back as he pulled her hips towards the edge of the table; she spread her legs without being asked. “That’s my girl.” He teased the exterior of her sex with his fingers, it was fully shaved and smooth and already becoming wet with desire. “Now, Jane, we’re all alone here for a change,” he knelt between her spread thighs, his talons gently scrapped provocatively along her freshly shaved skin,’ shaved just for me,’ he thought. “Which means you don’t need to be quiet, in fact, I insist you not be quiet. Do you understand?” He sought her inner thighs with his teeth and tongue.
She moaned, her legs quivering slightly, “yes, Garrus.”
“Good, now, put your feet on my shoulders…” she obeyed without question, “and don’t be afraid to let me know if I’m doing this right.”
His hot breath touched her first, his long fingered hands digging into her thighs. His tongue teased her, avoiding the pink flesh in favor of nibbling and stroking the exterior labia, not quite touching her where she wanted. He knew how to tease, how to get her squirming, begging for more. None of her former lovers, all human, could do that, get her so worked up she was willing to do anything for more. She loved that about him. Oh, who was she kidding, she loved everything about him. But the way he took charge in when they were alone together, the way he owned her, it was something she needed. Something she didn’t know she needed until that first night together. It was the one time in her life she was able to completely let go, to give up that constant need for composure, for control, and just let herself feel for a while.
His mouth plates opened and pulled one of her exterior folds between them, holding gently between his teeth he teased the flesh with the tip of his tongue before moving over to the other side, the tips of his fingers massaging tiny circles into the muscles of her thighs, slowly working their way to her center. Once they reached their destination he spread her folds, exposing her glossy pink flesh. He continued to torment her, touching only the tip of his tongue against her inner labia, but it was enough for the taste of her to invade his senses. He growled.
She groaned in response, “I love it when you growl.”
He chuckled once, and said with his usual confidence, “I know.”
His long, rough tongue slipped between her folds and he growled again, sending a wave of desire to her core. A delicious heat, a throbbing need was beginning to build in her. Her clit was begging for attention, but good and patient sniper that he was, he continued his slow torture. He circled her clit, never quite close enough, she rocked her hips against him, hoping for a bit more friction, and considered taking her hands off the shelf behind her. Sometimes she did that, deliberately disobeyed his orders so that she could submit herself to his punishment. His clever tongue suddenly laved her fully from opening to clit. She gasped and arched her back further; using her feet on his shoulders for leverage she lifted her hips off the table.
He pulled back. “Did I say you could move, Jane?” His fingers played gently on either side of her throbbing clit.
“N..no,” she rasped and slowly lowered herself again.
He narrowed his eyes at her, mandibles flared slightly, “No, what, Jane?” his fingers spread her folds again and he blew gently against her throbbing clit.
She moaned, “No, sir.”
“That’s my good girl.” He returned his attention to the task at hand. He took one of his fingers, which, for this purpose, he kept blunted and filed down, and slowly worked it into her tight cunt, curling it upwards and touching that spot deep inside of her which drove her so wild. His tongue, that clever and deft organ of his, flicked against her clit quickly, once, twice, three times. He moved his finger inside her in time. Her hips bucked against him of their own accord and she gasped his name.
He withdrew his finger slowly and slid the slippery appendage up and down her slit a few times before he continued going down until he was teasing the tight ring of her ass with it. ‘Well, this is new’, she thought to herself. He stopped lapping at her and looked up into her eyes, increasing the pressure on her asshole.
She gasped again as the tip of his finger worked its way into her, it was so foreign. “Garrus,” she groaned, “what are y…” he stopped her with a few flicks of his tongue against her neglected clit.
“I’ve done some more research.”
“I’ve never done this….” She trailed off and blushed. She actually blushed.
“Do you trust me?”
“Of course.”
“Then let me continue.”
She licked her lips nervously and nodded once. He worked his finger deeper into her. She could feel her own heartbeat as the ring of her ass clenched against his finger. This was so; she didn’t even have a word for it. Not dirty, or naughty, okay, maybe a little naughty, but it was more than that. It was just so …. intimate. He was pushing down even more barriers, right here, right now, with just the tip of his finger.
She tried to let herself go, tried to make herself relax, but she couldn’t seem to not focus on it. He took care of that for her as well, returning to work at her clit with that magnificent tongue of his, still teasing, still not quite enough pressure or speed to get her off, but enough to get her focused on the sensations building there.
And build it did. She could feel the muscles of her abdomen tensing, her thighs quivering, hips rocking against him in response to the feel of his mouth on her. His finger was now worked deeply into her ass and he ever so slowly started fucking her with it. The sensation remained foreign, but not unpleasant. If she were to be completely honest with herself it was in fact beginning to feel quite agreeable. He increased the pleasure on her clit, his tongue lashing at her. It was all she could do to keep her hands on the shelf behind as her body began singing in pleasure.
“Garrus,” she croaked, halfway between a gasp and a moan, “oh fuuuckk, Garrus.”
“Like that do you.”
“Yes,” she hissed, he increased his speed, “Oh god yes!”
He growled into her and she came with a harsh shout “Fuck! Garrusss!!” One hand let go of the shelf to brace herself on the bench, her entire body tightening with her release. He continued lapping at her gently as she came down from her orgasm. His superior hearing had caught the sound of the exterior door opening, he grinned to himself.
F!Shep's LI, feeling overwhelmingly possessive and becoming increasingly annoyed and jealous due to the constant flirting Shepard endures from the human crew (Kaidan would be nice - but again, I'm open to pretty much anything)since their relationship remains unknown to most of the crew, decides to stage a situation in which said human is able to see exactly why said flirtation is constantly ignored.
Prefer F!Shep to have no idea that she's being watched... but LI decides to put on the show of a lifetime. Human non-LI is incredibly aroused and decides to go ahead and have some fun while he/she watches.
Bonus points: highly dominant LI, rough sex, restraint, filthy filthy filthy talk
Extra Bonus Points: This site also needs more hetero anal.
Additional Bonus Points: F!Shep is an anal virgin
Ultimate Bonus Points: An additional crew member catches the show as well... perhaps even assists non-LI human in easing his/her arousal. Ideally same gender.
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Please, please someone fill this!
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Looking forward to someone attempting this fill. With or without the anal bits.
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My dear fellow pervs,
how gauche would it be to fill my own prompt?
I ask because I've kind of been thinking about my request... and might just be able to find the courage to (you know, anonymously heh heh)write my first ever fanfic and post it here.
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Garrus Vakarian had reached the point where he could safely say he’d had enough. The reasonable part of his brain, the one with so many turian social protocols drilled in, realized that there was really nothing that could be done about the situation. It wasn’t like they were formally mated or anything. And it wasn’t like he couldn’t trust Shepard. She’d made it clear that there was no one else for her, and he fully believed her. It wasn’t any sort of insecurity that was making him feel this way, or so he told himself, but it just wasn’t right.
The crew of the Normandy, specifically, the majority of the human crew of the Normandy, were trying their damnedest to get into their commanders pants, and he had been trying his damnedest to ignore the constant flirting. Other than a select few, no one had idea that she was his, since both he and Shepard had agreed to keep their relationship out of the public eye for the time being. He had to admit, that sneaking in and out of her cabin (and the Port Observation deck, the AI core, the main battery and both of the bathrooms located on deck two) was quite fun, almost as though they were doing something dirty and forbidden. He grinned at the thought, in a way they were. It wasn’t as though turian/human couples were all the rage or anything. Most of them were looked upon with a hefty dose of disgust, by other turians and humans at least. Salarians didn’t seem to care one way or the other, and the asari certainly couldn’t very well come out against such a thing, and of course the krogan found anything which wasn’t krogan (or asari) disgusting.
But Garrus wasn’t ruled entirely by the reasonable part of his brain, at least where HIS human was concerned. The other part of his brain, the primal part, was just as territorial as his ancestors had been. Those less civilized turians who lived generation upon generation back would, if the history books were to be believed, start wars, or at least longstanding feuds between clans if someone were to look at a dominant males mate improperly.
And now Kaidan, of all people, was back. Garrus sighed. He didn’t really have anything against the human, nor was he really threatened by him. Now that he and Shepard had, well, been fucking like pyjacks for the past year, he was certain that Kaidan really wasn’t her type by any means. She liked aggressive males, and Kaidan, well, he couldn’t fit into that mold if a herd of angry krogan tried to pound him into it.
Shepard, on the other hand, one of the deadliest women in the galaxy, and certainly the most dangerous human he had ever met, had turned out to be, much to Garrus’ delight, rather submissive in certain circumstances. Just the thought of some of the things they had done brought a growl to his throat. Someone like Kaidan is not the sort of man who winds up with a woman like Shepard.
But he was grating on Garrus’ nerves just the same. The lovelorn looks, the way he’d occasionally touch her (as though he had any right!), the constant flirting, it was driving Garrus a little bit mad. Not just Kaidan, either, any number of crew men and women were quite eager to do anything for their commander. But, Garrus had to admit to himself, it was mostly Kaidan.
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He chuckled, at her. She did that when she was tired and ready to drop asleep at any moment. It was adorable actually. The rest of the time she was so focused, so controlled, even in the midst of a galaxy-wide catastrophe and the never ending bickering of politicians, not to mention the billions upon billions of lives depending on her. He felt selfish suddenly for even bringing it up.
She looked up at him, “No one but you, Garrus.”
“I know, Shepard, I’m not really worried about anything happening. I just, I want to - do anything to let him know you’re mine sometimes.”
She had smiled up at him sleepily and touched his face, “When this is all over we can tell everyone, I promise. I don’t care what the Alliance and the Hierarchy or the Council will say. We can always steal the Normandy and find some deserted, tropical paradise.” She grinned up at him, “Have you seen the war room map lately? There’s going to be a lot of prime real estate available soon.”
He laughed, “I can’t believe you just said that.”
“I can either laugh or I can cry.”
He touched his forehead to hers. “Go to sleep, I’ll let myself out. And forget about what I said.” He dropped his voice and octave and flashed a grin, “I know who you belong to.”
When he got up he could have sworn he heard mumble sleepily, “Speaking of real estate, while I’m on a roll we should go see what Tali needs…”
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Vegas voice echoed through the hangar, “Yo, Major! What brings you down here?”
“Just picking up a weapon mod, Lieutenant.”
“Esteban keeps them on the workbench to the left.”
“Thanks.”
“Yeah.” Vega paused, “so, I’ve been wondering…”
Their voices had dropped, but Garrus could easily make out the conversation, though he doubted Cortez could, he wasn’t certain. Vega’s voice, in particular, had a habit of making itself heard.
“I hear you and the Commander go way back.”
“yeah, I was with her for Sovereign.”
Vega’s voice dropped a lower. But not low enough.
“I heard that you and her were, ah, real close. Like, you know how she likes her eggs in the morning close.”
Alenko smirked. Garrus could not see his face, but he could just hear the smirk in his voice when he replied, “actually, she doesn’t like eggs.”
Garrus heard the sound of flesh hitting flesh; he could picture Vega slapping Kaidan’s shoulder as he replied, “Ha! I knew it. Esteban owes me 50 credits! I owe you a drink. Or several drinks if I can get you to spill some of the details.”
Kaidan laughed, “Sorry, not sharing any details.” He could hear his footsteps as he left, “I’m just really glad to be, you know back, under her Command again.”
Garrus started when he felt an arm on his hand. He looked over at Steve, “You alright there Garrus?”
“Yeah, I’m fine, just, ah, tired. Why?”
“Just, try to remember that the whole growling thing kind of freaks humans out.”
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Kaidan sat up from where he’d been lounging in the Starboard Observation deck, several datapads spread out around him. “Mandatory?”
EDI spoke through the intercom system again, “Yes, Major, Shepard insists, as it may be some time before the crew is given shore leave again. All personal are to clear the Normandy until shore leave is over. It will also give me an opportunity to update security protocols.”
“Alright, thank you EDI.”
“You’re welcome Major.”
Kaidan wondered briefly if he could convince Shepard to have dinner with them while there. They really needed to sit down and talk, get things into the open. Ever since he’d returned she’d been distant, and so unlike she had been on the SR1. He assumed their argument on Horizon had a lot do with it, though she’d claimed that it was all in the past. He badly wanted to find some way to try and get back there and to figure out exactly what the two of them had together. But she’d been so busy. It seemed he couldn’t get her alone for a minute.
He stood up and stretched before setting out to find her.
xXxXx
“Officer Vakarian, I’ve instructed the Major to return in six hours’ time, as you instructed. The remainder of the crew has been instructed to return in eight. Is there anything else I can do for you?”
“Not at this time, but thank you EDI. I appreciate your help in this.”
“I am happy to assist, Officer Vakarian.”
Garrus took a moment to grin and thought, ‘you have to love an unshackled AI that has been encouraged to use its own judgment…'
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Garrus found her in the shuttle bay, standing by a workbench replacing the scope on her sniper rifle. ‘Perfect’ he thought to himself. He slipped behind her and began nuzzling the back of her neck. He loved the way she smelled, always had if he was being honest with himself. And the fact that she stood at least a foot shorter than him. That someone could be so fierce in battle, so commanding in person, and be so small in stature somehow delighted him. Spirits, he loved this woman.
“Mmmmm.” Shepard sighed and tilted her head to the side to allow him better access, “Something on your mind, Garrus?”
“Oh, just thinking that for the next two and a half hours we have the ship all to ourselves.”
He couldn’t see her face where he was, but he could feel her grinning, “We certainly do. I’m sure you’ll enjoy the quiet time we have to get those calibrations done.”
He nipped at her shoulder and chuckled, “Is that what the kids are calling it these days?”
She was ready with the witty comeback, but it promptly left her head when his tongue came out to tease at the sensitive flesh behind her ear. “Why don’t you,” he nibbled her shoulder again, “forget about that rifle,” nuzzled his forehead against the soft skin of her neck, “and instead, you and I,” the scraping of his teeth along the back of her neck, “enjoy what time we have to ourselves?” He pulled at her hips until she was backed up against him and he purred this time as his tongue traced the outline of her ear.
She’d never been able to resist him when he purred. She turned around in his arms and looked up at him through her eyelashes. “Something specific you have in mind?” she asked coyly.
“Maybe,” he leered down at her. One of his talons caught the fastening of her shirt and tugged at it, “but you’re a little overdressed for it.” He’d become an expert and undressing his human, and it wasn’t long until she was unclothed before him, in all her silky soft glory. Moving the rifle and tools out of the way, he gripped her ass and placed her on the workbench.
“Put your hands on the shelf behind you and don’t move them unless I tell you to do so.” She complied, the position causing her to arch her back as he pulled her hips towards the edge of the table; she spread her legs without being asked. “That’s my girl.” He teased the exterior of her sex with his fingers, it was fully shaved and smooth and already becoming wet with desire. “Now, Jane, we’re all alone here for a change,” he knelt between her spread thighs, his talons gently scrapped provocatively along her freshly shaved skin,’ shaved just for me,’ he thought. “Which means you don’t need to be quiet, in fact, I insist you not be quiet. Do you understand?” He sought her inner thighs with his teeth and tongue.
She moaned, her legs quivering slightly, “yes, Garrus.”
“Good, now, put your feet on my shoulders…” she obeyed without question, “and don’t be afraid to let me know if I’m doing this right.”
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His mouth plates opened and pulled one of her exterior folds between them, holding gently between his teeth he teased the flesh with the tip of his tongue before moving over to the other side, the tips of his fingers massaging tiny circles into the muscles of her thighs, slowly working their way to her center. Once they reached their destination he spread her folds, exposing her glossy pink flesh. He continued to torment her, touching only the tip of his tongue against her inner labia, but it was enough for the taste of her to invade his senses. He growled.
She groaned in response, “I love it when you growl.”
He chuckled once, and said with his usual confidence, “I know.”
His long, rough tongue slipped between her folds and he growled again, sending a wave of desire to her core. A delicious heat, a throbbing need was beginning to build in her. Her clit was begging for attention, but good and patient sniper that he was, he continued his slow torture. He circled her clit, never quite close enough, she rocked her hips against him, hoping for a bit more friction, and considered taking her hands off the shelf behind her. Sometimes she did that, deliberately disobeyed his orders so that she could submit herself to his punishment. His clever tongue suddenly laved her fully from opening to clit. She gasped and arched her back further; using her feet on his shoulders for leverage she lifted her hips off the table.
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“N..no,” she rasped and slowly lowered herself again.
He narrowed his eyes at her, mandibles flared slightly, “No, what, Jane?” his fingers spread her folds again and he blew gently against her throbbing clit.
She moaned, “No, sir.”
“That’s my good girl.” He returned his attention to the task at hand. He took one of his fingers, which, for this purpose, he kept blunted and filed down, and slowly worked it into her tight cunt, curling it upwards and touching that spot deep inside of her which drove her so wild. His tongue, that clever and deft organ of his, flicked against her clit quickly, once, twice, three times. He moved his finger inside her in time. Her hips bucked against him of their own accord and she gasped his name.
He withdrew his finger slowly and slid the slippery appendage up and down her slit a few times before he continued going down until he was teasing the tight ring of her ass with it. ‘Well, this is new’, she thought to herself. He stopped lapping at her and looked up into her eyes, increasing the pressure on her asshole.
She gasped again as the tip of his finger worked its way into her, it was so foreign. “Garrus,” she groaned, “what are y…” he stopped her with a few flicks of his tongue against her neglected clit.
“I’ve done some more research.”
“I’ve never done this….” She trailed off and blushed. She actually blushed.
“Do you trust me?”
“Of course.”
“Then let me continue.”
She licked her lips nervously and nodded once. He worked his finger deeper into her. She could feel her own heartbeat as the ring of her ass clenched against his finger. This was so; she didn’t even have a word for it. Not dirty, or naughty, okay, maybe a little naughty, but it was more than that. It was just so …. intimate. He was pushing down even more barriers, right here, right now, with just the tip of his finger.
She tried to let herself go, tried to make herself relax, but she couldn’t seem to not focus on it. He took care of that for her as well, returning to work at her clit with that magnificent tongue of his, still teasing, still not quite enough pressure or speed to get her off, but enough to get her focused on the sensations building there.
And build it did. She could feel the muscles of her abdomen tensing, her thighs quivering, hips rocking against him in response to the feel of his mouth on her. His finger was now worked deeply into her ass and he ever so slowly started fucking her with it. The sensation remained foreign, but not unpleasant. If she were to be completely honest with herself it was in fact beginning to feel quite agreeable. He increased the pleasure on her clit, his tongue lashing at her. It was all she could do to keep her hands on the shelf behind as her body began singing in pleasure.
“Garrus,” she croaked, halfway between a gasp and a moan, “oh fuuuckk, Garrus.”
“Like that do you.”
“Yes,” she hissed, he increased his speed, “Oh god yes!”
He growled into her and she came with a harsh shout “Fuck! Garrusss!!” One hand let go of the shelf to brace herself on the bench, her entire body tightening with her release. He continued lapping at her gently as she came down from her orgasm. His superior hearing had caught the sound of the exterior door opening, he grinned to himself.
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