Re: Saren/FShep Coffee and Spectres (Drabbles) 19
anonymous
January 29 2015, 07:26:39 UTC
Intimate: involving very close connection.
Saren fucked her another three times after her stunt.
The first was on the bed with her on her hands and knees with his talons digging into her waist. Hard and fast. Merciless even. The cum he'd left inside of her had made it a lot easier for his thickness to enter her. Exquisite. She had loved it by the strength of her orgasm and her moans.
He'd applied medigel after that round. She'd accepted his ministrations without complaint and with an expression on her face that made his heart race.
Second?
Along the island counter in the kitchen as he'd promised himself; with her spread eagle upon it with her legs on his shoulders. It gave him an incredible view of him fucking her. Watching her pussy eat up his cock, which really shouldn't even fit her in the first place, left him almost blind with lust. He'd alternated between slow, deep thrusts and fast shallow ones with varying angles. He'd found a small number of places where she was incredibly sensitive to stimulation. He'd been quite thorough in his exploitation of them. She had almost been sobbing from overstimulation after her two orgasms when he'd finally came.
But it was the third that had almost scared him. He'd pinned her beneath him, face down, on a recliner in the bedroom before he had inserted himself inside her once more. That time had been full of slow thrusts, grinding hips on both their parts, plates rubbing upon skin, his hands roughly mapping her skin and his tongue languidly exploring her neck. He could tell this would be his last orgasm for a while, his cock was starting to feel raw. He wanted her to never forget this encounter. The things he said to her whilst he was incredibly deep inside her with his pelvic plates rubbing against her clit only spoke of the great effect she had on his control.
"I would take you everywhere with me if I could so I could fuck whenever I wanted."
He'd idly entertained the idea of tying her to the bed in his quarters on his ship as he said that. He'd throbbed inside of her at the notion. He knew she could feel his subvocalizations through their close contact so it didn't surprise him when her moans took on an even higher pitch as he spoke.
"You used to be so tight, but now you fit me so snugly. You were made for my cock, Jane."
He thought of any human lovers she had had and how they would now be unable to satisfy her after he had finished with her. The idea of her possibly pursuing another turian, who wasn't him, had made him feel vaguely jealous.
"Spirits... I could spend the rest of my days with you on my dick."
He'd came shortly after that pronouncement.
The silence was almost awkward after that but he'd cut that short by gently guiding her to the shower. Whilst she showered, he cleaned up any stains they'd left around the suite.
It was Nihlus's after all.
There were a lot, she'd been dripping with his seed for pretty much almost all of their time together. He couldn't suppress his satisfaction at the memory.
He'd finished about twenty minutes after she'd entered, the stain on the recliner had been particularly resistant to removal. He'd began to wonder what took her so long when she had entered the bedroom with a cup of fresh kava in hand.
The stab of possessiveness he felt, when he thought about it now, was unsurprising.
"I'd have come a long time ago, but you sort of left me unable to walk."
"Thank you."
He took the kava from her hand and after suppressing any showings of his pride, he guided her to the bed. She rested her head on his chest with a sigh and a smile on her face as she watched him drink his kava.
Delicious as usual. He sighed without restraint.
She laughed though she sounded incredibly tired. He'd worn her out, they'd been fucking for almost 4 hours.
"I'm glad it's passable, Saren."
He suddenly found himself with the inexplicable urge to hold her whilst she slept. He mustered every bit of command he could in his voice, placed his kava on the bedside table and held her tightly to him.
"Go to sleep."
She'd later left him that night with a kiss and after his momentary shock passed, he reciprocated as best as he could. He found himself oddly willing to learn. Just for her.
Fuck. He was rock hard and he'd just been summoned by the Council.
I'll remember that whenever I see something that drives me to need to speak in tongues.
Any requests anyone? I have ideas of where I'm going to go with the plot but I want to see if anyone has anything in particular they want to see. This applies to smut as well, as long as it's within reason and suitable to the story; no fem-dom (Jane dominating Saren? ROFL) or scat.
Also. Is OP happy? Anyone know?
Updates will be slow, if there are any tomorrow, I have university all day, then a wind quintet rehearsal in the evening and then a dinner party to go to following that. If there is going to be an update tomorrow, it'll be in the early morning like most of my others.
Re: OP here
anonymous
January 30 2015, 03:15:01 UTC
FFFFFFFFFFfFFFFFffffff A!A, you've taken my mediocre prompt and made something fantastic. I'm not a big fan of scat, but I do love some bondage (as long as it's perfectly consensual) and you are spot-on with the voice kink. Mmmmm <3 Wherever you see fit to take the story, the other readers and I are in your very talented hands.
Re: OP here; A!A
anonymous
January 30 2015, 07:11:34 UTC
I'll try and fit in some bondage at some point then. OP, you have an AO3 account right? Could you possibly send me an invite? I don't want to post this on FFN and AO3 registration is down.
Re: Saren/FShep Coffee and Spectres (Drabbles) Interlude 2
anonymous
January 30 2015, 07:07:40 UTC
Unity: the state of being united or joined as a whole.
Nihlus was slowly losing his mind.
The Council were insane. Irrevocably and utterly insane. He couldn't envisage where this plan was supposed to lead to except chaos.
He and Shepard had long ago finished dealing with the dossiers, it turned out the skeleton crew required very little decision as the Alliance and Hierarchy had decided that between them.
Potential political manoeuvring. Wonderful.
At least both species already had the schematics of the damn ship, so if any duplicates were designed he couldn't be blamed for lack of security.
Instead, he'd have to watch for saboteurs as well as spies now.
Have you ever tried mixing oil with water and whenever they form separate layers quickly mix them back together?
That was what trying to achieve synergy between a ground squad that is primarily turian and human.
The turians didn't like the humans because of the First Contact War and their rapid ascension in galactic standing in such a short time. Personally, he thought that that was what galactic civilization was all about. We are stronger together than apart, if one species is able to improve themselves, then it should galvanize the others to achieve as well.
Competition leads to innovation.
The humans didn't like the turians because of the way most turians received them in Citadel space and again, the First Contact War. It didn't help that one of the humans was Ashley Williams, granddaughter of General Williams. His decision to surrender, whilst being tactically sound, was polarizing amongst turians. They'd never surrendered a world before in recent history so she was looked upon with particular disdain.
Both sides however had slowly began to thaw under his and Shepard's influence. Though Williams remained distant her professionalism was more than acceptable. He couldn't force her to get over her xenophobia, no, that would take time that they didn't have.
And countless training exercises. Countless.
Then the Council agents had joined them a week ago just as they'd built a rapport between the two ground squads. The skeleton crew had been largely friendly with each other from the onset. It had turned out they'd all worked together on a prior Alliance-Hierarchy project and wasn't that a relief?
He'd still be watching for saboteurs though.
Of the Council agents, Aethyta and Mordin were easily the worst. Aethyta was more political soapbox than ex-commando, if there is such a thing as an ex-commando, from what he'd noticed. She was decent with a gun, but any turian was decent with a gun and her biotics were admittedly good. He couldn't exactly determine what her purpose would be on the ship. Where all the other agents the Council had sent were exceptional in combat she was merely good.
He'd ask Saren if he knew anything about her.
Her opinions regarding human, turian and asari militarisation generally lead to arguments. Explosive ones. Judging by the slight smirk she had whenever this happened, she found it incredibly entertaining.
It was the first time.
Now, Nihlus wished he was deep in the Skyllian Verge investigating batarians rather than trying to cultivate a healthy crew. They only had a month to go before the Normandy's first flight.
Mordin.
Nihlus wanted to pull out his fringe thinking about him. The salarian was a chronic sufferer of what humans called foot in mouth syndrome.
He'd caused a huge argument by insinuating that Vakarian's rather quick acquiescence of humans was due to their fundamental similarity to asari and it was only a matter of time before the rest of the turians realized too. It had ended with racist insults being traded on both sides.
He felt like a keeper of varrens and pyjaks at times. Oh, Mordin was speaking whilst they did formation drills. What gem did he have this time.
"Humans, pursuit predators. Prehistorically would run down prey for food."
One smartass turian decided to comment. Chaos was seconds away now.
"That explains their military tactics rather well."
"Hey, be quiet and get that rifle out of your ass."
Oh that was Vega.
Drills are definitely over. Again.
With the frequency Mordin would make such comments he was coming to the conclusion that Mordin was really screwing with them all.
Re: Saren/FShep Coffee and Spectres (Drabbles) 20
anonymous
January 31 2015, 00:00:34 UTC
Dependence: the state of relying on or being controlled by someone or something else.
Jane had ordered a skycab to her apartment in the Zakera Ward. There was the possibility that she still smelt of Saren, regardless of her shower. She didn't exactly want any of her turian customers, or any turian, to realise she smelt of a turian.
That would be awkward, so a skycab was her solution.
Whilst in the cab she'd sent a message to Nilia explaining that she wouldn't be able to make it to her shift tonight. She'd received a rather interesting reply, alternatively asking for details regarding what had happened between her and Saren and chastising her for getting involved with such a dangerous turian.
She had always been a risk taker. Saren had been one hell of a risk though. She'd gotten lucky that he was actually attracted to her to begin with.
She still thought her kava had something to do with it.
Her apartment was as she'd left it, orderly and clean. She entered her bedroom in an attempt to lie down and ignore the incessant ache between her legs. Lying down in bed was hard but she'd managed it.
Jane honestly felt like she'd been hit by a freight train between her legs. A really dominant, sexy, dirty talking freight train. The whole control and dominance that he'd displayed over her was something she'd expected; she was still surprised at how much she'd liked it.
On the other hand, she'd NEVER have expected Saren to be such a... gifted dirty talker. He wasn't particularly verbose in other areas of his life, from what she'd personally seen.
She'd started to have second thoughts when he'd started to penetrate her. Even if his dick had a tapered shape, it was still quite thick, the base moreso. She'd looked at some turian-asari porn and she'd expected something bigger and thicker than the average human as a result. She hadn't been disappointed, but he was longer and a lot thicker than the turians in the porn vids she'd seen.
His cock, to be honest, was monstrous.
They were both lucky that his head wasn't mushroom shaped, but came to a tapered point, as he'd been pretty much hitting her cervix all the time. It could have become really painful, not that it hadn't been in the beginning. When he'd reached the half way point, the thickest part of his shaft, she'd been worried that he was going to split her.
She still wasn't sure how she'd managed to take the base, his slamming it into her must have helped.
A lot.
As a result of his obsession with fucking her incredibly deeply, not that she'd been complaining, she had the slight feeling that she'd be gaping downstairs for a long time as a result. At times it had almost felt like he was in her damn stomach.
But it had paid off. Really fucking well. She definitely wouldn't mind having another private rendezvous with Saren. He was certainly...
Talented.
And his face when she kissed him?
Priceless.
Yes. She'd be happy to see Saren again and going by his expressions in particularly intimate moments he would be happy to see her too.
Thinking about Saren wasn't helping the ache in her groin or the sudden flush covering her body.
She quickly removed her clothes before slowly sliding her panties down her legs.
Her pussy was inflamed, almost purple in colour and her lips were far apart. She looked like she'd had a baseball bat shoved inside of her... she couldn't help fantasizing.
She could almost see it. Saren between her legs thrusting away with that huge cock of his. Gaze electric and his words filthy. Only this time he'd bound her hands overhead with a set of omni-cuffs and was holding her thighs in his iron grip.
If anything the ache between her legs intensified. It was like her body was telling her to find the cause of it and stop it. Because Saren would make it stop...
It seemed Saren had fucked her body into lying to itself.
She wouldn't bother to finger herself, it likely wouldn't come anywhere close to providing the same tactile experience his ridges and stretch had given her.
Or have the added bonus of his voice.
He'd actually ruined her for not just human men, but for her own fucking hands.
Saren fucked her another three times after her stunt.
The first was on the bed with her on her hands and knees with his talons digging into her waist. Hard and fast. Merciless even. The cum he'd left inside of her had made it a lot easier for his thickness to enter her. Exquisite. She had loved it by the strength of her orgasm and her moans.
He'd applied medigel after that round. She'd accepted his ministrations without complaint and with an expression on her face that made his heart race.
Second?
Along the island counter in the kitchen as he'd promised himself; with her spread eagle upon it with her legs on his shoulders. It gave him an incredible view of him fucking her. Watching her pussy eat up his cock, which really shouldn't even fit her in the first place, left him almost blind with lust. He'd alternated between slow, deep thrusts and fast shallow ones with varying angles. He'd found a small number of places where she was incredibly sensitive to stimulation. He'd been quite thorough in his exploitation of them. She had almost been sobbing from overstimulation after her two orgasms when he'd finally came.
But it was the third that had almost scared him. He'd pinned her beneath him, face down, on a recliner in the bedroom before he had inserted himself inside her once more. That time had been full of slow thrusts, grinding hips on both their parts, plates rubbing upon skin, his hands roughly mapping her skin and his tongue languidly exploring her neck. He could tell this would be his last orgasm for a while, his cock was starting to feel raw. He wanted her to never forget this encounter. The things he said to her whilst he was incredibly deep inside her with his pelvic plates rubbing against her clit only spoke of the great effect she had on his control.
"I would take you everywhere with me if I could so I could fuck whenever I wanted."
He'd idly entertained the idea of tying her to the bed in his quarters on his ship as he said that. He'd throbbed inside of her at the notion. He knew she could feel his subvocalizations through their close contact so it didn't surprise him when her moans took on an even higher pitch as he spoke.
"You used to be so tight, but now you fit me so snugly. You were made for my cock, Jane."
He thought of any human lovers she had had and how they would now be unable to satisfy her after he had finished with her. The idea of her possibly pursuing another turian, who wasn't him, had made him feel vaguely jealous.
"Spirits... I could spend the rest of my days with you on my dick."
He'd came shortly after that pronouncement.
The silence was almost awkward after that but he'd cut that short by gently guiding her to the shower. Whilst she showered, he cleaned up any stains they'd left around the suite.
It was Nihlus's after all.
There were a lot, she'd been dripping with his seed for pretty much almost all of their time together. He couldn't suppress his satisfaction at the memory.
He'd finished about twenty minutes after she'd entered, the stain on the recliner had been particularly resistant to removal. He'd began to wonder what took her so long when she had entered the bedroom with a cup of fresh kava in hand.
The stab of possessiveness he felt, when he thought about it now, was unsurprising.
"I'd have come a long time ago, but you sort of left me unable to walk."
"Thank you."
He took the kava from her hand and after suppressing any showings of his pride, he guided her to the bed. She rested her head on his chest with a sigh and a smile on her face as she watched him drink his kava.
Delicious as usual. He sighed without restraint.
She laughed though she sounded incredibly tired. He'd worn her out, they'd been fucking for almost 4 hours.
"I'm glad it's passable, Saren."
He suddenly found himself with the inexplicable urge to hold her whilst she slept. He mustered every bit of command he could in his voice, placed his kava on the bedside table and held her tightly to him.
"Go to sleep."
She'd later left him that night with a kiss and after his momentary shock passed, he reciprocated as best as he could. He found himself oddly willing to learn. Just for her.
Fuck. He was rock hard and he'd just been summoned by the Council.
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A!A! DAMN that is HOT. I need a cold shower... Or a turian boyfriend... I prefer the last if he's anything like that in bed. Fuuuuu!
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I'll remember that whenever I see something that drives me to need to speak in tongues.
Any requests anyone? I have ideas of where I'm going to go with the plot but I want to see if anyone has anything in particular they want to see. This applies to smut as well, as long as it's within reason and suitable to the story; no fem-dom (Jane dominating Saren? ROFL) or scat.
Also. Is OP happy? Anyone know?
Updates will be slow, if there are any tomorrow, I have university all day, then a wind quintet rehearsal in the evening and then a dinner party to go to following that. If there is going to be an update tomorrow, it'll be in the early morning like most of my others.
<3 A!A
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Otherwise nothing comes to mind right now. Keep doing what you've been doing. It is greaaaat. And take your time A!A. Can't rush awesomeness <3
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A!A, you've taken my mediocre prompt and made something fantastic. I'm not a big fan of scat, but I do love some bondage (as long as it's perfectly consensual) and you are spot-on with the voice kink. Mmmmm <3
Wherever you see fit to take the story, the other readers and I are in your very talented hands.
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Thanks! Now I can edit my posts so I can reread them without wanting to puke at the random tense changes and grammar errors!
Yay!
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Nihlus was slowly losing his mind.
The Council were insane. Irrevocably and utterly insane. He couldn't envisage where this plan was supposed to lead to except chaos.
He and Shepard had long ago finished dealing with the dossiers, it turned out the skeleton crew required very little decision as the Alliance and Hierarchy had decided that between them.
Potential political manoeuvring. Wonderful.
At least both species already had the schematics of the damn ship, so if any duplicates were designed he couldn't be blamed for lack of security.
Instead, he'd have to watch for saboteurs as well as spies now.
Have you ever tried mixing oil with water and whenever they form separate layers quickly mix them back together?
That was what trying to achieve synergy between a ground squad that is primarily turian and human.
The turians didn't like the humans because of the First Contact War and their rapid ascension in galactic standing in such a short time. Personally, he thought that that was what galactic civilization was all about. We are stronger together than apart, if one species is able to improve themselves, then it should galvanize the others to achieve as well.
Competition leads to innovation.
The humans didn't like the turians because of the way most turians received them in Citadel space and again, the First Contact War. It didn't help that one of the humans was Ashley Williams, granddaughter of General Williams. His decision to surrender, whilst being tactically sound, was polarizing amongst turians. They'd never surrendered a world before in recent history so she was looked upon with particular disdain.
Both sides however had slowly began to thaw under his and Shepard's influence. Though Williams remained distant her professionalism was more than acceptable. He couldn't force her to get over her xenophobia, no, that would take time that they didn't have.
And countless training exercises. Countless.
Then the Council agents had joined them a week ago just as they'd built a rapport between the two ground squads. The skeleton crew had been largely friendly with each other from the onset. It had turned out they'd all worked together on a prior Alliance-Hierarchy project and wasn't that a relief?
He'd still be watching for saboteurs though.
Of the Council agents, Aethyta and Mordin were easily the worst. Aethyta was more political soapbox than ex-commando, if there is such a thing as an ex-commando, from what he'd noticed. She was decent with a gun, but any turian was decent with a gun and her biotics were admittedly good. He couldn't exactly determine what her purpose would be on the ship. Where all the other agents the Council had sent were exceptional in combat she was merely good.
He'd ask Saren if he knew anything about her.
Her opinions regarding human, turian and asari militarisation generally lead to arguments. Explosive ones. Judging by the slight smirk she had whenever this happened, she found it incredibly entertaining.
It was the first time.
Now, Nihlus wished he was deep in the Skyllian Verge investigating batarians rather than trying to cultivate a healthy crew. They only had a month to go before the Normandy's first flight.
Mordin.
Nihlus wanted to pull out his fringe thinking about him. The salarian was a chronic sufferer of what humans called foot in mouth syndrome.
He'd caused a huge argument by insinuating that Vakarian's rather quick acquiescence of humans was due to their fundamental similarity to asari and it was only a matter of time before the rest of the turians realized too. It had ended with racist insults being traded on both sides.
He felt like a keeper of varrens and pyjaks at times. Oh, Mordin was speaking whilst they did formation drills. What gem did he have this time.
"Humans, pursuit predators. Prehistorically would run down prey for food."
One smartass turian decided to comment. Chaos was seconds away now.
"That explains their military tactics rather well."
"Hey, be quiet and get that rifle out of your ass."
Oh that was Vega.
Drills are definitely over. Again.
With the frequency Mordin would make such comments he was coming to the conclusion that Mordin was really screwing with them all.
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Jane had ordered a skycab to her apartment in the Zakera Ward. There was the possibility that she still smelt of Saren, regardless of her shower. She didn't exactly want any of her turian customers, or any turian, to realise she smelt of a turian.
That would be awkward, so a skycab was her solution.
Whilst in the cab she'd sent a message to Nilia explaining that she wouldn't be able to make it to her shift tonight. She'd received a rather interesting reply, alternatively asking for details regarding what had happened between her and Saren and chastising her for getting involved with such a dangerous turian.
She had always been a risk taker. Saren had been one hell of a risk though. She'd gotten lucky that he was actually attracted to her to begin with.
She still thought her kava had something to do with it.
Her apartment was as she'd left it, orderly and clean. She entered her bedroom in an attempt to lie down and ignore the incessant ache between her legs. Lying down in bed was hard but she'd managed it.
Jane honestly felt like she'd been hit by a freight train between her legs. A really dominant, sexy, dirty talking freight train. The whole control and dominance that he'd displayed over her was something she'd expected; she was still surprised at how much she'd liked it.
On the other hand, she'd NEVER have expected Saren to be such a... gifted dirty talker. He wasn't particularly verbose in other areas of his life, from what she'd personally seen.
She'd started to have second thoughts when he'd started to penetrate her. Even if his dick had a tapered shape, it was still quite thick, the base moreso. She'd looked at some turian-asari porn and she'd expected something bigger and thicker than the average human as a result. She hadn't been disappointed, but he was longer and a lot thicker than the turians in the porn vids she'd seen.
His cock, to be honest, was monstrous.
They were both lucky that his head wasn't mushroom shaped, but came to a tapered point, as he'd been pretty much hitting her cervix all the time. It could have become really painful, not that it hadn't been in the beginning. When he'd reached the half way point, the thickest part of his shaft, she'd been worried that he was going to split her.
She still wasn't sure how she'd managed to take the base, his slamming it into her must have helped.
A lot.
As a result of his obsession with fucking her incredibly deeply, not that she'd been complaining, she had the slight feeling that she'd be gaping downstairs for a long time as a result. At times it had almost felt like he was in her damn stomach.
But it had paid off. Really fucking well. She definitely wouldn't mind having another private rendezvous with Saren. He was certainly...
Talented.
And his face when she kissed him?
Priceless.
Yes. She'd be happy to see Saren again and going by his expressions in particularly intimate moments he would be happy to see her too.
Thinking about Saren wasn't helping the ache in her groin or the sudden flush covering her body.
She quickly removed her clothes before slowly sliding her panties down her legs.
Her pussy was inflamed, almost purple in colour and her lips were far apart. She looked like she'd had a baseball bat shoved inside of her... she couldn't help fantasizing.
She could almost see it. Saren between her legs thrusting away with that huge cock of his. Gaze electric and his words filthy. Only this time he'd bound her hands overhead with a set of omni-cuffs and was holding her thighs in his iron grip.
If anything the ache between her legs intensified. It was like her body was telling her to find the cause of it and stop it. Because Saren would make it stop...
It seemed Saren had fucked her body into lying to itself.
She wouldn't bother to finger herself, it likely wouldn't come anywhere close to providing the same tactile experience his ridges and stretch had given her.
Or have the added bonus of his voice.
He'd actually ruined her for not just human men, but for her own fucking hands.
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