Spring Craving 9/10
anonymous
June 17 2013, 07:40:33 UTC
Shepard smiles and gets up on her knees, leaning over him and kissing him. They make out and Shepard settles in, liking how Garrus can't flip her into position sooner than she'd like now that he's tied up. She pets the soft hide of his neck and his mandibles move in breathless, silent entreaty. She checks and sees that he's ready.
She sits back and rubs at the base of his cock and Garrus moans. She starts exploring the parted seam, trying to find where there was space and Garrus exhales, and she can actually see movement around the groin plates as he tries to open up more for her.
“The underside, do it slow, you can get your finger in that way.”
It's tight and Shepard watches Garrus for any reaction. Nothing so far, which is good, so she eases her whole forefinger in.
“So you can put stuff in here,” Shepard finally says, as she makes exploratory strokes with her finger. “How's that feel?”
“Just okay. I don't know what she found that's supposed to knock me out, but I'm trusting the asari matriarch's expertise.”
Shepard lubes up the vibrator and eases it in. She asks if she can go deeper inch by inch until the both of them dare no further. Shepard activates it at first setting.
“Whoa. Whoa, that's weird,” Garrus' hips jump and his cock twitches.
Well, that's just underwhelming, so Shepard moves it up one more intensity.
“Oh-” Garrus struggles to keep his voice down and he starts to fight the restraints.
“Dance, my pretty!” Shepard cackles.
Garrus growls but he can't keep still, he's humping the air, his cock leaking precum, and his thrumming is counterpoint to the panting gasps and moans that roll out of him.
“Should- Should've put me in the gag too-” he manages.
Their gazes lock and they both know without saying exactly what Shepard was going to do and Garrus was all for it.
Shepard clicks it to high and Garrus yells, long and loud and clear, his body jerking hard against the restraints. The vibrator has him pinned, a blinding locus of sensation and he can't even describe how it feels to have an orgasm building so rapidly from his insides out. Every single one of his nerve endings ready to stand up and testify in court that they couldn't hold the line, and it hit him like a reave, split him from end to end in a rush of joyously howling endorphins. He didn't even register that he was shrieking and howling with them.
And then, when his cock withdrew inside because it had to, pulling back all the way only made it so that the whole of it was pressed against the vibrator and it was simply too much, too soon, he's coming again- OHSPIRITS-
Shepard had the presence of mind to switch the thing off before Garrus was truly trapped into that cycle of orgasming into unconsciousness.
“She wasn't kidding about the popped off champagne bottle part,” Shepard observed. “Like a geyser.”
Garrus blinked, jaw working silently, trying to reboot his brain.
Shepard went to get a towel to clean him off after pulling the vibrator out. She undid the restraints and Garrus' movements were slow as he shifted into a sitting position against the pillows.
“... You're going to have your break,” Garrus finally said. “It's like I'm liquefied. I really can't do anything.”
She sits back and rubs at the base of his cock and Garrus moans. She starts exploring the parted seam, trying to find where there was space and Garrus exhales, and she can actually see movement around the groin plates as he tries to open up more for her.
“The underside, do it slow, you can get your finger in that way.”
It's tight and Shepard watches Garrus for any reaction. Nothing so far, which is good, so she eases her whole forefinger in.
“So you can put stuff in here,” Shepard finally says, as she makes exploratory strokes with her finger. “How's that feel?”
“Just okay. I don't know what she found that's supposed to knock me out, but I'm trusting the asari matriarch's expertise.”
Shepard lubes up the vibrator and eases it in. She asks if she can go deeper inch by inch until the both of them dare no further. Shepard activates it at first setting.
“Whoa. Whoa, that's weird,” Garrus' hips jump and his cock twitches.
Well, that's just underwhelming, so Shepard moves it up one more intensity.
“Oh-” Garrus struggles to keep his voice down and he starts to fight the restraints.
“Dance, my pretty!” Shepard cackles.
Garrus growls but he can't keep still, he's humping the air, his cock leaking precum, and his thrumming is counterpoint to the panting gasps and moans that roll out of him.
“Should- Should've put me in the gag too-” he manages.
Their gazes lock and they both know without saying exactly what Shepard was going to do and Garrus was all for it.
Shepard clicks it to high and Garrus yells, long and loud and clear, his body jerking hard against the restraints. The vibrator has him pinned, a blinding locus of sensation and he can't even describe how it feels to have an orgasm building so rapidly from his insides out. Every single one of his nerve endings ready to stand up and testify in court that they couldn't hold the line, and it hit him like a reave, split him from end to end in a rush of joyously howling endorphins. He didn't even register that he was shrieking and howling with them.
And then, when his cock withdrew inside because it had to, pulling back all the way only made it so that the whole of it was pressed against the vibrator and it was simply too much, too soon, he's coming again- OHSPIRITS-
Shepard had the presence of mind to switch the thing off before Garrus was truly trapped into that cycle of orgasming into unconsciousness.
“She wasn't kidding about the popped off champagne bottle part,” Shepard observed. “Like a geyser.”
Garrus blinked, jaw working silently, trying to reboot his brain.
Shepard went to get a towel to clean him off after pulling the vibrator out. She undid the restraints and Garrus' movements were slow as he shifted into a sitting position against the pillows.
“... You're going to have your break,” Garrus finally said. “It's like I'm liquefied. I really can't do anything.”
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