Re: Fill: Clean Only in Cipritine 4/9
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May 21 2013, 06:43:47 UTC
There was a flanging pleased sound to her left and scraping noises.
She'd momentarily forgotten that some action was going on to her left.
Shepard schooled her expression into studied indifference and looked.
The woman was straddling his lap, and the spareness of her ass and thighs weren't hiding the sight of his cock pistoning in and out of her. She was breathlessly clutching at him, licking at his neck and his eyes slid shut.
Right damn near in the middle of an entire room of strangers. Who were all naked.
What if there was a domino effect and this was a precursor to a full blown orgy?
What was she going to do?
Pull up her omnitool recording features and start narrating like out of a wildlife documentary with a posh accent, perhaps? Offer to assist with toweling down between breaks for snacks?
I'm going to need another drink, she thought. My brain's already obviously broken by the radiation on this planet.
“Commander Shepard?”
She opened her eyes. This stranger was vaguely familiar as one of the group that included Tysten Juncus. He was far more self assured than Tysten had been, however, immediately offering his hand in greeting.
“Senecio Fallaxian. I've been pressed into a scouting role by my compatriots. Will you assist me, Commander?”
There was a droll quality to his speech that charmed her. She shook his hand.
“Maybe I can. Tell me what the mission parameters are.”
“On your part? To not react with violence would be convenient, mostly to my health. You have quite the formidable reputation and I do like my limbs attached.”
“I'll try my best. Reacting with violence is sort of a specialty of mine,” Shepard grinned.
“Fair enough. May I offer, on behalf of...” he made a indicative tilt of his head towards the alcove where his friends were. Shepard noted that Tysten ducked his head near immediately, neck flushing blue. “interested parties, to help you with your back?”
Shepard's eyebrows rose.
“Help me with my back?” she repeated incredulously.
The woman on their left made another breathy, flanging groan.
“... If you would like,” Senecio made an insouciant shrug. “Do you, Commander?”
This was surreal.
“The man at my nine o'clock offered to help her with her back. Is that what you mean, mister?” Shepard turned her Spectre glare on to test.
To his credit, Senecio didn't flinch.
“If you would like,” he simply repeated, flicking his mandibles playfully once.
“Well,” Shepard took another, final, drink from her bottle. “Why the hell not? Who am I to stop a smooth talker like you from successfully completing a little scouting mission?”
She'd momentarily forgotten that some action was going on to her left.
Shepard schooled her expression into studied indifference and looked.
The woman was straddling his lap, and the spareness of her ass and thighs weren't hiding the sight of his cock pistoning in and out of her. She was breathlessly clutching at him, licking at his neck and his eyes slid shut.
Right damn near in the middle of an entire room of strangers. Who were all naked.
What if there was a domino effect and this was a precursor to a full blown orgy?
What was she going to do?
Pull up her omnitool recording features and start narrating like out of a wildlife documentary with a posh accent, perhaps? Offer to assist with toweling down between breaks for snacks?
I'm going to need another drink, she thought. My brain's already obviously broken by the radiation on this planet.
“Commander Shepard?”
She opened her eyes. This stranger was vaguely familiar as one of the group that included Tysten Juncus. He was far more self assured than Tysten had been, however, immediately offering his hand in greeting.
“Senecio Fallaxian. I've been pressed into a scouting role by my compatriots. Will you assist me, Commander?”
There was a droll quality to his speech that charmed her. She shook his hand.
“Maybe I can. Tell me what the mission parameters are.”
“On your part? To not react with violence would be convenient, mostly to my health. You have quite the formidable reputation and I do like my limbs attached.”
“I'll try my best. Reacting with violence is sort of a specialty of mine,” Shepard grinned.
“Fair enough. May I offer, on behalf of...” he made a indicative tilt of his head towards the alcove where his friends were. Shepard noted that Tysten ducked his head near immediately, neck flushing blue. “interested parties, to help you with your back?”
Shepard's eyebrows rose.
“Help me with my back?” she repeated incredulously.
The woman on their left made another breathy, flanging groan.
“... If you would like,” Senecio made an insouciant shrug. “Do you, Commander?”
This was surreal.
“The man at my nine o'clock offered to help her with her back. Is that what you mean, mister?” Shepard turned her Spectre glare on to test.
To his credit, Senecio didn't flinch.
“If you would like,” he simply repeated, flicking his mandibles playfully once.
“Well,” Shepard took another, final, drink from her bottle. “Why the hell not? Who am I to stop a smooth talker like you from successfully completing a little scouting mission?”
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