Delicious Directive - 02.7 The Sassy
anonymous
November 23 2014, 16:48:10 UTC
This got longer than I anticipated. I even have a second turian lined up, quite different from this. But there's just so much fun to do in a three-way!
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“There we go,” Serena said and wrapped him with her fingers.
The warmth that was Shepard disappeared from his side and she moved down to sit beside the other woman.
“You see here?” the turian said and Garrus felt her finger gently caress the tissue beneath the base of his manhood.
He twitched a bit, it was tickling him and he let it be known from a light huff and a snap of his mandibles. Serena only smiled at him and pressed her finger against the giving flesh, his natural lubricant making the glide smooth as she slipped into him. Garrus closed his eyes, focusing on controlling his muscles. They wanted to push down against her finger, the grip around his length absently going up and down and up and down. It was slowly starting to drive him mad.
“Turian men have a spot, deep in their sheath,” she explained to his wife, at the same time he felt her finger dive further, forcing his breaths to accelerate.
It was an unusual and incredible sensation, the gently probing finger pressing against his sheath's walls. Not the same intense pleasure he would get from a stroking, but just as good, satisfying something deeper inside of him.
And then she found it, that spot, and pressed down on it. Garrus felt himself twitch hard in her hand as his hips snapped up in her grip, his head thrown back and mandibles splayed wide in a shameless moan. Pleasure shot through him with a pang, from his groin and straight up into his brain, blinding him for a second with white hot fire.
“Fuck,” he panted when she withdrew slightly to give him a moment to collect himself.
“Wow...” Shepard sounded breathless and he had to look down on her. Her face had an incredulous look on it, her eyes a hungrily roved up and down his writhing body.
“Join me, I'll show you,” Serena said, shuffling on the bed to give her room.
When a second finger wriggled it's way past the first loose skin, Garrus gasped. Her finger was different, softer, a bit thinner, but it stretched him further as it slid along its companion to feel exactly where it could grant him the most pleasure.
“Here,” the turian said and she steered both fingers to the correct spot. “You feel that?”
Garrus certainly did. He couldn't control how he pressed down onto them, catching the fabric of the covers in his hands, bunching it in his fists. When they started rubbing back and forth he heard himself mumbling nonsensical words of praise, and please continue, oh spirits that was so good, don't stop.
Shepard laughed.
“Maybe you should take the opportunity to... double your chances?” she said with a leer in her voice.
Serena's responding purr was all sexual desire.
One finger slipped out of him and the bed dipped here and there as the turian crawled up on him. Caressing him must have pushed all her buttons because she was already spread and wet for him. Leaning forward over his body, her hands beside his head and let her heat push up over his length. Air hissed in between her teeth when his hands flew up to her waist, digging in his talons briefly before stroking the smooth hide.
He pulled her down into a kiss and moaned into her mouth when Shepard's finger massaged him, wiggling his hips under her to catch his tapered head at Serena's opening. Pushing down, enveloping him in her heat, the both turians groaned, their lower harmonics playing off each other and mingling into a single tone. Garrus was a bit sad that his wife couldn't hear it, it sounded beautiful.
There was not much else to do but hold on when Serena started to rock back and forth, Shepard's thin finger being joined by a second and he disappeared into an abyss of pleasure. The waves rocking him deeper and deeper in their tide, he delved his tongue into the accepting mouth above him. Violent breaths mixed in the limited space between their faces.
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“There we go,” Serena said and wrapped him with her fingers.
The warmth that was Shepard disappeared from his side and she moved down to sit beside the other woman.
“You see here?” the turian said and Garrus felt her finger gently caress the tissue beneath the base of his manhood.
He twitched a bit, it was tickling him and he let it be known from a light huff and a snap of his mandibles. Serena only smiled at him and pressed her finger against the giving flesh, his natural lubricant making the glide smooth as she slipped into him. Garrus closed his eyes, focusing on controlling his muscles. They wanted to push down against her finger, the grip around his length absently going up and down and up and down. It was slowly starting to drive him mad.
“Turian men have a spot, deep in their sheath,” she explained to his wife, at the same time he felt her finger dive further, forcing his breaths to accelerate.
It was an unusual and incredible sensation, the gently probing finger pressing against his sheath's walls. Not the same intense pleasure he would get from a stroking, but just as good, satisfying something deeper inside of him.
And then she found it, that spot, and pressed down on it. Garrus felt himself twitch hard in her hand as his hips snapped up in her grip, his head thrown back and mandibles splayed wide in a shameless moan. Pleasure shot through him with a pang, from his groin and straight up into his brain, blinding him for a second with white hot fire.
“Fuck,” he panted when she withdrew slightly to give him a moment to collect himself.
“Wow...” Shepard sounded breathless and he had to look down on her. Her face had an incredulous look on it, her eyes a hungrily roved up and down his writhing body.
“Join me, I'll show you,” Serena said, shuffling on the bed to give her room.
When a second finger wriggled it's way past the first loose skin, Garrus gasped. Her finger was different, softer, a bit thinner, but it stretched him further as it slid along its companion to feel exactly where it could grant him the most pleasure.
“Here,” the turian said and she steered both fingers to the correct spot. “You feel that?”
Garrus certainly did. He couldn't control how he pressed down onto them, catching the fabric of the covers in his hands, bunching it in his fists. When they started rubbing back and forth he heard himself mumbling nonsensical words of praise, and please continue, oh spirits that was so good, don't stop.
Shepard laughed.
“Maybe you should take the opportunity to... double your chances?” she said with a leer in her voice.
Serena's responding purr was all sexual desire.
One finger slipped out of him and the bed dipped here and there as the turian crawled up on him. Caressing him must have pushed all her buttons because she was already spread and wet for him. Leaning forward over his body, her hands beside his head and let her heat push up over his length. Air hissed in between her teeth when his hands flew up to her waist, digging in his talons briefly before stroking the smooth hide.
He pulled her down into a kiss and moaned into her mouth when Shepard's finger massaged him, wiggling his hips under her to catch his tapered head at Serena's opening. Pushing down, enveloping him in her heat, the both turians groaned, their lower harmonics playing off each other and mingling into a single tone. Garrus was a bit sad that his wife couldn't hear it, it sounded beautiful.
There was not much else to do but hold on when Serena started to rock back and forth, Shepard's thin finger being joined by a second and he disappeared into an abyss of pleasure. The waves rocking him deeper and deeper in their tide, he delved his tongue into the accepting mouth above him. Violent breaths mixed in the limited space between their faces.
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