"...You tell me to kiss a turian, I'll ask which cheek" 5/?
anonymous
December 17 2013, 06:53:48 UTC
Somebody wants the turian dick...
From there on out, Ashley got Garrus’ armor off fairly quickly. After she figured out the first piece, the rest came easily. Garrus could have helped her, but he was far too amused seeing how her sexual frustration fueled her in her mission of getting him naked. In no time flat, she’d pried off the last piece of his armor, and he stood there in nothing but his skin tight under-suit.
Ashley didn’t waste another minute. She practically tackled the poor Turian, dragging him down onto the bed and straddling him, grinding her ass down against the noticeable bulge in his body-suit. She groaned loudly, finally able to feel his malehood against her body, her center tingling with desire; she wanted him so damn badly. No, check that. She needed him. She needed him inside her ASAP.
Garrus grunted and murmured with arousal as Ashley took charge. He always liked that about her. But he wasn’t going to let her lead the way all night. As she was preoccupied with grinding up against his increasingly hardened cock, Garrus reached for the zipper on Ashley’s uniform, pulling it down and opening up her jacket so he could feast his eyes on the bounty within. Ash was so distracted she didn’t know what was going on-
-until she heard Garrus snickering.
“What?” She asked in an irritated tone.
“This is your?… Just- just tell me you don’t wear these under your armor too.” Garrus did his best to hold his laughter back to mere snickering. The bra that Ashley had on underneath her jacket wasn’t exactly the most enticing thing in the galaxy. “I wouldn’t be able to keep a straight face in combat knowing you’re wearing polka-dot panties as part of your gear.”
“Hey, give me a break Vakarian!” Ash blew a strand of hair out of her face in frustration. “Had I known I was getting laid tonight, I would have put on my ‘getting dick’ ensemble. You wouldn’t be laughing then, believe me.”
“Oh, I do.” Garrus smirked as he slid his hands inside Ashley’s jacket. “Don’t take things so seriously Williams. You know I could care less what you wear…” As he said that, he slid his talons underneath her gaudy bra, cupping her breasts and giving them an enthusiastic squeeze that made Ashley arch her back in pleasure.
“Shiiiit… and here I thought you were an ass man” she gasped.
“I’m versatile,” is all Garrus said in reply before leaning up to nibble at Ash’s neck, ushering another gasp from her lips, her hands sliding down her body.
“Fuck. Help me out of the rest of this,” Ash groaned, her thumbs already working under her waistband.
“Gladly.” Garrus reached down, helping to liberate Ashley from the last of her clothing, which was promptly kicked across the room. Now the only thing left to do was to get Garrus out of his body suit, which was proving to be more of a challenge for Ashley than the armor was, as she tried in desperation to find the zipper.
“Whoever invented Turian clothes is now officially on my shit-list…” She growled as she felt Garrus all over for any sign of a seal. Garrus found this infinitely amusing, but now he was feeling the need, and decided to cut this entertaining episode short, guiding Ash’s hands to the proper place. With a zip, some peeling, and a flurry of kicking and flailing limbs, the suit was tossed onto the floor at the foot of the bed.
And there they were: Ashley Williams and Garrus Vakarian, naked on the bed together. The novelty of just how unlikely this had seemed years ago had not been lost on them, even as they were this close to consummating their desires.
“When we’re done, I have a feeling there’s going to be a lot of people on the ship who will have lost a bet,” Garrus murmured huskily, his mandibles splaying into a wry smile. Ashley chuckled, pressing her lips to his in a long, deep kiss.
“Well if that’s the case, c’mon Vakarian…” Ashely whispered as she positioned herself above him, her center looming right over his throbbing alien cock.
From there on out, Ashley got Garrus’ armor off fairly quickly. After she figured out the first piece, the rest came easily. Garrus could have helped her, but he was far too amused seeing how her sexual frustration fueled her in her mission of getting him naked. In no time flat, she’d pried off the last piece of his armor, and he stood there in nothing but his skin tight under-suit.
Ashley didn’t waste another minute. She practically tackled the poor Turian, dragging him down onto the bed and straddling him, grinding her ass down against the noticeable bulge in his body-suit. She groaned loudly, finally able to feel his malehood against her body, her center tingling with desire; she wanted him so damn badly. No, check that. She needed him. She needed him inside her ASAP.
Garrus grunted and murmured with arousal as Ashley took charge. He always liked that about her. But he wasn’t going to let her lead the way all night. As she was preoccupied with grinding up against his increasingly hardened cock, Garrus reached for the zipper on Ashley’s uniform, pulling it down and opening up her jacket so he could feast his eyes on the bounty within. Ash was so distracted she didn’t know what was going on-
-until she heard Garrus snickering.
“What?” She asked in an irritated tone.
“This is your?… Just- just tell me you don’t wear these under your armor too.” Garrus did his best to hold his laughter back to mere snickering. The bra that Ashley had on underneath her jacket wasn’t exactly the most enticing thing in the galaxy. “I wouldn’t be able to keep a straight face in combat knowing you’re wearing polka-dot panties as part of your gear.”
“Hey, give me a break Vakarian!” Ash blew a strand of hair out of her face in frustration. “Had I known I was getting laid tonight, I would have put on my ‘getting dick’ ensemble. You wouldn’t be laughing then, believe me.”
“Oh, I do.” Garrus smirked as he slid his hands inside Ashley’s jacket. “Don’t take things so seriously Williams. You know I could care less what you wear…” As he said that, he slid his talons underneath her gaudy bra, cupping her breasts and giving them an enthusiastic squeeze that made Ashley arch her back in pleasure.
“Shiiiit… and here I thought you were an ass man” she gasped.
“I’m versatile,” is all Garrus said in reply before leaning up to nibble at Ash’s neck, ushering another gasp from her lips, her hands sliding down her body.
“Fuck. Help me out of the rest of this,” Ash groaned, her thumbs already working under her waistband.
“Gladly.” Garrus reached down, helping to liberate Ashley from the last of her clothing, which was promptly kicked across the room. Now the only thing left to do was to get Garrus out of his body suit, which was proving to be more of a challenge for Ashley than the armor was, as she tried in desperation to find the zipper.
“Whoever invented Turian clothes is now officially on my shit-list…” She growled as she felt Garrus all over for any sign of a seal. Garrus found this infinitely amusing, but now he was feeling the need, and decided to cut this entertaining episode short, guiding Ash’s hands to the proper place. With a zip, some peeling, and a flurry of kicking and flailing limbs, the suit was tossed onto the floor at the foot of the bed.
And there they were: Ashley Williams and Garrus Vakarian, naked on the bed together. The novelty of just how unlikely this had seemed years ago had not been lost on them, even as they were this close to consummating their desires.
“When we’re done, I have a feeling there’s going to be a lot of people on the ship who will have lost a bet,” Garrus murmured huskily, his mandibles splaying into a wry smile. Ashley chuckled, pressing her lips to his in a long, deep kiss.
“Well if that’s the case, c’mon Vakarian…” Ashely whispered as she positioned herself above him, her center looming right over his throbbing alien cock.
“…we can’t keep the bookies waiting now can we?”
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