Re: [MShep/Liara + Javik] Stupid Sexy Primatives 4/5
anonymous
July 31 2014, 22:37:08 UTC
The Climax!
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She positioned herself on her hands and knees as Shepard made his way across the bed, sitting on his knees behind her. His hands dipped to her knees, fingertips slowly going up her thighs to her firm, round backside. His member slides up and down her dripping slit, squeezing each cheek and hitting them with a loud smack. The asari gasps and moans with each hit, angling her behind each time for a better slap and, presumably, to get him inside her.
She dropped her head down to the bed, the Ancient heard a whisper that was more to the sheets than to the Commander. He lifted her head up, holding the back of her neck in a firm grip. Javik saw that her face was a deep, dark purple, her eyes had black spots leaking through. Her body was crackling with blue, biotic energy. He had read about the asari's method of melding as their strongest form of sexual release, and he gathered that the Commander had her holding it back. He heard him whisper something back to her, and loudly, from the pit of her stomach, the asari moaned an answer.
“Please,” she gasps, “please...fuck...your azure. I...need it so bad...Goddess please...”
The Commander, apparently finding her plea of sexual mercy enough, pushed deep inside her, filling her to the hilt. Her eyes went jet black and the two biotics started to crackle with energy, tiny sparks popping with every touch as they start to meld. Javik's body started to glow with his green biotics as he felt himself getting closer to release, stroking his member harder and faster.
The Commander and Liara were a sight to behold. Their gasps and moans were in sync, one feeling the others physical and mental connections at the same time, compounding into what the ancient could only describe as utter bliss. The Commander grabbed her head back down to the bed so he could thrust deeper into her.
Javik faltered for only a second when he saw that her head was bent in his direction, and waited for her indignant reaction. He found only blank, black eyes staring at something far away from the world around them, lost in her meld with the Commander.
He raised his other hand, pointing it towards the melding couple, and started to feel the air around him. He felt the pheromones and energy and let it tumble through his fingers, and slip down his arm. The pleasure, the emotions of the two flowed through him like a river. Their pleasure added with his own, as he stroked faster and faster, his shaft throbbing it was so close.
Javik watched the two, and in his mind he took the place of the Commander's. His cock was not in his hands but deep inside her wet, inviting hole, her 'azure,' as he learned. His hands moved across her glorious body, hard and soft in every pleasing way. He was the one pounding her to oblivion. Her lips didn't cry “Shepard” but “Javik...Javik...Javik...”
The Commander and Liara came, and so did Javik. The couple slumped as the commander emptied himself into his bondmate. He shot his seed onto the floor, his hips thrusting so hard he had to drop to his knees. The alcohol and the pent-up energy spent made Javik's four eyes heavy, and as he laid down and drifted to sleep, he saw the two lay on their sides, his arms around her.
Re: [MShep/Liara + Javik] Stupid Sexy Primatives 5/5
anonymous
July 31 2014, 22:38:34 UTC
The afterglow--I mean, aftermath! Thanks to whoever's been reading and waiting patiently for me to finish. :)
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The artificial light of the Citadel pierced through John Shepard's eyes, ripping him away from deep sleep. His head buzzed and throbbed a bit from the night before, but between the biotic implants he had as a child, the genetic engineering as an Alliance recruit, and the cybernetics as an ex-dead guy, he didn't feel much of a hangover. He felt movement and saw Liara stirring awake with a groan, her tolerance clearly not as high.
“What a night,” he said to himself, then turned to face her, eyes slowly opening, “and look who's here.”
“I wish we could just stay like this,” she murmured to herself as her hand danced across his chest, drawing across the ink on his skin.
“Yeah, but we got an apartment to pick up, followed by a war to win. Frankly, I'm not sure which is scarier right now.” Liara breathed out a soft laugh as she pushed herself off. She looked around and found her panties. Shepard laid back for a moment and stretched himself out on the bed.
“Shepard,” Liara hissed, mirth gone from her voice. He sat up, got on his underwear and stepped over to her...
...And finding Javik slouched on his side on the bathroom floor.
“Commmmandah,” Javik slurred, and proceeding to talk about his dream of the reality he was in, clearly more closer to drunk than sober. As he rambled on, Shepard wondered how Javik got in here. He and Liara crashed pretty hard after they finished their lovemaking, but surely they would have heard him come, wouldn't they? Shepard saw something from the corner of his eye then, and looked away from Javik.
In a corner, near the hot tub, he saw a spray of lime-green liquid sitting on the floor. Shepard looked at the liquid, looked back to Javik, saw that his armor looked a little bunched up and less put together, mumbling about Liara's prefect blue eyes. He looked behind him to see what Javik would see from his prespective and had a perfect view of the bed. Shepard looked back to the green spray of liquid and back to Liara, looking at the stain behind him.
“Oh Goddess,” Liara said.
“Agreed,” Shepard replied. “I am officially hung over.”
“Shepard...deal with this. I need some tea before I decide to make the prothean species extinct.” Liara stormed out of the room, muttering to herself the whole time.
Shepard patted Javik on the shoulder, stirring the drunk prothean back to reality. “Javik, buddy, when we're on the Normandy and you're a little more sober, we're going to have a long, long talk about privacy.” Shepard stood back up, found a wash cloth hanging from a rack, and soaked it with water and ringed it out in the sink.
“In the meantime,” Shepard dropped the towel onto Javik's hands, “you're going to go and clean that up,” he said as he pointed to the stain. “I am not going to subject some poor maid to having to clean up prothean jizz.”
Javik's head started to clear as he watched the Commander walk away. He picked up the wet towel in his hand, was about to mumble about the primitive way of cleaning messes before he saw his seed splayed out over the floor.
He let himself go, and groaned at the sudden realization of what he had done, his shame almost neon-colored on the ground for all to see. He closed his eyes, collected his thoughts, and crawled over to the spot and started to wipe down the stain with the cloth.
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She positioned herself on her hands and knees as Shepard made his way across the bed, sitting on his knees behind her. His hands dipped to her knees, fingertips slowly going up her thighs to her firm, round backside. His member slides up and down her dripping slit, squeezing each cheek and hitting them with a loud smack. The asari gasps and moans with each hit, angling her behind each time for a better slap and, presumably, to get him inside her.
She dropped her head down to the bed, the Ancient heard a whisper that was more to the sheets than to the Commander. He lifted her head up, holding the back of her neck in a firm grip. Javik saw that her face was a deep, dark purple, her eyes had black spots leaking through. Her body was crackling with blue, biotic energy. He had read about the asari's method of melding as their strongest form of sexual release, and he gathered that the Commander had her holding it back. He heard him whisper something back to her, and loudly, from the pit of her stomach, the asari moaned an answer.
“Please,” she gasps, “please...fuck...your azure. I...need it so bad...Goddess please...”
The Commander, apparently finding her plea of sexual mercy enough, pushed deep inside her, filling her to the hilt. Her eyes went jet black and the two biotics started to crackle with energy, tiny sparks popping with every touch as they start to meld. Javik's body started to glow with his green biotics as he felt himself getting closer to release, stroking his member harder and faster.
The Commander and Liara were a sight to behold. Their gasps and moans were in sync, one feeling the others physical and mental connections at the same time, compounding into what the ancient could only describe as utter bliss. The Commander grabbed her head back down to the bed so he could thrust deeper into her.
Javik faltered for only a second when he saw that her head was bent in his direction, and waited for her indignant reaction. He found only blank, black eyes staring at something far away from the world around them, lost in her meld with the Commander.
He raised his other hand, pointing it towards the melding couple, and started to feel the air around him. He felt the pheromones and energy and let it tumble through his fingers, and slip down his arm. The pleasure, the emotions of the two flowed through him like a river. Their pleasure added with his own, as he stroked faster and faster, his shaft throbbing it was so close.
Javik watched the two, and in his mind he took the place of the Commander's. His cock was not in his hands but deep inside her wet, inviting hole, her 'azure,' as he learned. His hands moved across her glorious body, hard and soft in every pleasing way. He was the one pounding her to oblivion. Her lips didn't cry “Shepard” but “Javik...Javik...Javik...”
The Commander and Liara came, and so did Javik. The couple slumped as the commander emptied himself into his bondmate. He shot his seed onto the floor, his hips thrusting so hard he had to drop to his knees. The alcohol and the pent-up energy spent made Javik's four eyes heavy, and as he laid down and drifted to sleep, he saw the two lay on their sides, his arms around her.
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The artificial light of the Citadel pierced through John Shepard's eyes, ripping him away from deep sleep. His head buzzed and throbbed a bit from the night before, but between the biotic implants he had as a child, the genetic engineering as an Alliance recruit, and the cybernetics as an ex-dead guy, he didn't feel much of a hangover. He felt movement and saw Liara stirring awake with a groan, her tolerance clearly not as high.
“What a night,” he said to himself, then turned to face her, eyes slowly opening, “and look who's here.”
“I wish we could just stay like this,” she murmured to herself as her hand danced across his chest, drawing across the ink on his skin.
“Yeah, but we got an apartment to pick up, followed by a war to win. Frankly, I'm not sure which is scarier right now.” Liara breathed out a soft laugh as she pushed herself off. She looked around and found her panties. Shepard laid back for a moment and stretched himself out on the bed.
“Shepard,” Liara hissed, mirth gone from her voice. He sat up, got on his underwear and stepped over to her...
...And finding Javik slouched on his side on the bathroom floor.
“Commmmandah,” Javik slurred, and proceeding to talk about his dream of the reality he was in, clearly more closer to drunk than sober. As he rambled on, Shepard wondered how Javik got in here. He and Liara crashed pretty hard after they finished their lovemaking, but surely they would have heard him come, wouldn't they? Shepard saw something from the corner of his eye then, and looked away from Javik.
In a corner, near the hot tub, he saw a spray of lime-green liquid sitting on the floor. Shepard looked at the liquid, looked back to Javik, saw that his armor looked a little bunched up and less put together, mumbling about Liara's prefect blue eyes. He looked behind him to see what Javik would see from his prespective and had a perfect view of the bed. Shepard looked back to the green spray of liquid and back to Liara, looking at the stain behind him.
“Oh Goddess,” Liara said.
“Agreed,” Shepard replied. “I am officially hung over.”
“Shepard...deal with this. I need some tea before I decide to make the prothean species extinct.” Liara stormed out of the room, muttering to herself the whole time.
Shepard patted Javik on the shoulder, stirring the drunk prothean back to reality. “Javik, buddy, when we're on the Normandy and you're a little more sober, we're going to have a long, long talk about privacy.” Shepard stood back up, found a wash cloth hanging from a rack, and soaked it with water and ringed it out in the sink.
“In the meantime,” Shepard dropped the towel onto Javik's hands, “you're going to go and clean that up,” he said as he pointed to the stain. “I am not going to subject some poor maid to having to clean up prothean jizz.”
Javik's head started to clear as he watched the Commander walk away. He picked up the wet towel in his hand, was about to mumble about the primitive way of cleaning messes before he saw his seed splayed out over the floor.
He let himself go, and groaned at the sudden realization of what he had done, his shame almost neon-colored on the ground for all to see. He closed his eyes, collected his thoughts, and crawled over to the spot and started to wipe down the stain with the cloth.
“Stupid sexy primitives,” he muttered to himself.
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