Re: MShep/Tarquin Victus Fortuitous 38
anonymous
December 5 2015, 18:07:12 UTC
He still had no regrets about what happened between them but it was still confusing to him. During their last shore leave at Arcturus, he’d just wandered the space station, sight-seeing, after declining to go with the rest of the group. They’d given him sly smiles and thumbs-up when they thought he wasn’t looking, assuming he was getting laid, which he had after his walk. He’d taken the opportunity to just look at aliens, to see if they were at all appealing to him. Asari had slowly began to come familiar to him due to how they were the most populous non-human in Alliance space, yet they still did nothing for him. He saw only one turian during his four hour wander, a surly, purple-marked one, who had given him a dirty look when he’d caught him watching him. He also did nothing for him. He’d understand his and Tarquin’s relationship better if he felt physically attracted to turians, but he wasn’t. Sleeping with someone he wasn’t attracted to was something he’d done in the past, but there’d never been such a strong connection. Despite his confusion, he tended to fantasize about Tarquin when he felt pent-up, utilizing the privacy of his cot or the showers to release the tension.
Even now, it was easy to default to his favourite fantasy as of late involving Tarquin. One involving him straddling his legs while Terrence lay prone, slowly easing his fat turian cock in and out of his tight ring. He shuddered, stroking his growing erection with a soundless gasp, as he imagined the intense fullness of Tarquin bottoming out inside him; he’d probably be in his guts. He leaned against the wall, closing his eyes, as he began to immerse himself in the fantasy. Tarquin would be spreading his cheeks wide, ensuring that even the thick base would enter, and the pads of his fingers would dig into his ass as he lazily rode him. The thick ridges on his underside would rub ceaselessly against his prostate, making him groan into the cradle of his hands. Terrence began to stroke himself, slowly and deliberately, matching the pace that the Tarquin in his mind would assume. With all the fluids that Tarquin’s dick produced, it’d get wet and slick very quickly. He’d thrust faster, harder, and it wouldn’t take long for the squelches of his fluids to dominate the sound of the dull slap of his wide hips hitting his muscled ass.
“Shit,” he mumbled. Terrence’s idle hand moved to pinch at his nipples.
Tarquin would eventually move his hands to grip his shoulders for leverage after laying down on top of him, growling lowly at the feeling of his ring constricting around the base of his hilted cock. He’d start thrusting again - fast and shallow, aiming to tease him with the rapid rub of his ridges against his insides. Terrence would plead and groan for more, for him to go deeper, and Tarquin would oblige and pull him onto all fours. However, he wouldn’t oblige without giving a low, rumbling chuckle that would send chills through him.
Then he would really start pounding him. Deep, hard and fast. His hands would grip tightly onto his waist, controlling his ability to match his thrusts. Terrence’s own voice would be drowned out by the loud slaps of their bodies coming together and the wet noises of their coupling. One of Tarquin’s hands would wander beneath him, to his crotch, stroking Terrence’s dick in time with his demanding thrusts. Terrence wouldn’t be able to see it, but he’d be able to imagine the sight of his own length inside Tarquin’s massive hand; the feeling of that rough, leathery triadic hand working along his shaft would give his imagination enough to work with. Then Tarquin would bottom out for the last time, deeper than ever in this position, with a slight tremor running through his hips before he came inside him with a rumbling moan. Even with Tarquin buried deep inside him, hilted to the point they were entirely connected, it would leak down his thighs as his orgasm went on and on.
Re: MShep/Tarquin Victus Fortuitous 39
anonymous
December 5 2015, 18:07:42 UTC
He came with his fist in his mouth to cover up his cry, stroking himself as he spurted all over the shower wall.
“Fuck..”
He quickly left the shower, wrapping a clean towel around his waist and making his way back to the barracks. No one reacted to his presence, long used to the sight of him taking showers outside of the regimented hours.
He settled down in his cot after getting half-dressed with a sigh. With a grunt, he folded the towel and placing it in the small storage space beside him, uncaring that his few possession would get wet..The dull ache in his muscles flared as he opened his omni-tool checking to see if Tarquin had sent him a message. A satisfied smile crossed his face to see that he had.
[16:42 AST] Tarquin Victus: I’d like your opinion on something.
[18:21 AST] Terrence Shepard: Go ahead.
It took Tarquin a while to respond, time that he ended up spending in a doze. His omni-tool chimed, startling him from his sleep. Looking around, it seemed he was missing dinner by the dull roar he could hear from the mess.
[19:02 AST] Tarquin Victus: I have the opportunity to be evaluated for command training in a couple of weeks. What do you think?
Shepard yawned, lowering the brightness of the messenger app, and gave the question some thought.
[19:04 AST] Terrence Shepard: That depends. Is this what Tarquin Victus wants or what the son of General Adrien Victus wants?
Terrence had gradually come to learn more about what Tarquin’s father meant to him: how he was something of a father to his men, something of a modern day warrior king. He was able to read the pride in Tarquin’s words as he told him how his father was a tactical genius whose tendency for the clever and sneaky both reviled and impressed the primarchs who were his superiors.
[19:05 AST] Tarquin Victus: I’m pretty sure I want to do this.
Terrence thought it was time that he said something he should have said long ago.
[19:08 AST] Terrence Shepard: As long as you find your focus, and don’t pretend to be a clone of your father, go for it. Your father’s way isn’t the only way to be a great leader. My commanding officer, Captain Anderson, isn’t a tactical prodigy like your father is. He’s good, but not that good. What he’s done instead is to surround himself with talented people; people who can cover his weaknesses and bolster his own strengths. As a result of this, he can keep a very hands-off approach and ensure that things run smoothly and everyone is content. It’s not always about tactical flair, authoritative demeanours and powerful rhetoric. Find your niche, Tarquin. Perhaps you’re not as skilled at tactics as he is. I’m fairly sure you have a unique combination of skills that will allow you to live up to outside expectations.
Re: MShep/Tarquin Victus Fortuitous 40
anonymous
December 5 2015, 18:08:12 UTC
[19:11 AST] Tarquin Victus: What if I don’t know what my strengths are?
[19:12 AST] Terrence Shepard: I imagine you’ll find those out in your command training then. Your life isn’t defined at your birth, Tarquin.
[19:15 AST] Tarquin Victus: You’ve given me a lot to think about. Thanks.
[19:17 AST] Terrence Shepard: It’s alright. How’s your leg?
Tarquin had had a mission two days ago, an incursion with turian separatists on a backwater colony. He’d been shot in the lower thigh. Terrence hadn’t worried, he’d long known that Tarquin was made of sterner stuff than most. He couldn’t help but wonder when he himself would first enter combat; he wasn’t entirely sure how he felt about that happening.
[19:18 AST] Tarquin Victus: It’s good. I had a short physio session an hour ago and was given the all clear.
[19:19 AST] Terrence Shepard: I’m glad to hear it.
[19:21 AST] Tarquin Victus: Seen combat yet?
Terrence smiled. This was a frequent question from him.
[19:21 AST] Terrence Shepard: Not yet. I’m kind of nervous about it.
[19:22 AST] Tarquin Victus: About your biotics?
[19:22 AST] Terrence Shepard. Nah. I can control those now. I don’t know really, maybe it’s the fact that it will really hit the point that I’m military now. It’s still surreal.
[19:23 AST] Tarquin Victus: You’ll get used to it; it’s not as bad as you’d think.
If there was something that Terrence could appreciate, it was a turian’s tendency to directness. None of that namby-pamby bullshit that some humans would resort to.
He yawned.
[19:24 AST] Terrence Shepard: I hate to cut this short, but I need to get some rest. I’ll message you tomorrow when I’m free and you can show me that squad shooter you’ve been trying to get me to play.
[19:25 AST] Tarquin Victus: It’s called Operation: Titans of Palaven. You’ll like it. Trust me.
Terrence shook his head in amusement before deactivating his omnitool and catching some much needed sleep.
Re: MShep/Tarquin Victus Fortuitous 40
anonymous
December 7 2015, 21:29:10 UTC
It is interesting to get to see some biotic training, and the alien people watching as well. And the continuing theme of them trying out each others video games is entertaining. Getting into a characters head is something I find enjoyable. As to your question above as to what I thought of the smut, I did enjoy the fooling around and the curiosity and weird factor you had going on. It is good when sexy times with an alien is well, 'alien' for both of them. I do also appreciate the bits of cuddle time, it emphasizes this as more of an emotional attachment than just purely lust. Also the fact that if you haven't had anything in your butt in a while, it actually takes time to stretch. The fact that two turian fingers was enough to burn, it is nice to see people pay attention to what the human body can actually do when they are writing smut.
Even now, it was easy to default to his favourite fantasy as of late involving Tarquin. One involving him straddling his legs while Terrence lay prone, slowly easing his fat turian cock in and out of his tight ring. He shuddered, stroking his growing erection with a soundless gasp, as he imagined the intense fullness of Tarquin bottoming out inside him; he’d probably be in his guts. He leaned against the wall, closing his eyes, as he began to immerse himself in the fantasy. Tarquin would be spreading his cheeks wide, ensuring that even the thick base would enter, and the pads of his fingers would dig into his ass as he lazily rode him. The thick ridges on his underside would rub ceaselessly against his prostate, making him groan into the cradle of his hands. Terrence began to stroke himself, slowly and deliberately, matching the pace that the Tarquin in his mind would assume. With all the fluids that Tarquin’s dick produced, it’d get wet and slick very quickly. He’d thrust faster, harder, and it wouldn’t take long for the squelches of his fluids to dominate the sound of the dull slap of his wide hips hitting his muscled ass.
“Shit,” he mumbled. Terrence’s idle hand moved to pinch at his nipples.
Tarquin would eventually move his hands to grip his shoulders for leverage after laying down on top of him, growling lowly at the feeling of his ring constricting around the base of his hilted cock. He’d start thrusting again - fast and shallow, aiming to tease him with the rapid rub of his ridges against his insides. Terrence would plead and groan for more, for him to go deeper, and Tarquin would oblige and pull him onto all fours. However, he wouldn’t oblige without giving a low, rumbling chuckle that would send chills through him.
Then he would really start pounding him. Deep, hard and fast. His hands would grip tightly onto his waist, controlling his ability to match his thrusts. Terrence’s own voice would be drowned out by the loud slaps of their bodies coming together and the wet noises of their coupling. One of Tarquin’s hands would wander beneath him, to his crotch, stroking Terrence’s dick in time with his demanding thrusts. Terrence wouldn’t be able to see it, but he’d be able to imagine the sight of his own length inside Tarquin’s massive hand; the feeling of that rough, leathery triadic hand working along his shaft would give his imagination enough to work with. Then Tarquin would bottom out for the last time, deeper than ever in this position, with a slight tremor running through his hips before he came inside him with a rumbling moan. Even with Tarquin buried deep inside him, hilted to the point they were entirely connected, it would leak down his thighs as his orgasm went on and on.
It was enough.
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“Fuck..”
He quickly left the shower, wrapping a clean towel around his waist and making his way back to the barracks. No one reacted to his presence, long used to the sight of him taking showers outside of the regimented hours.
He settled down in his cot after getting half-dressed with a sigh. With a grunt, he folded the towel and placing it in the small storage space beside him, uncaring that his few possession would get wet..The dull ache in his muscles flared as he opened his omni-tool checking to see if Tarquin had sent him a message. A satisfied smile crossed his face to see that he had.
[16:42 AST] Tarquin Victus: I’d like your opinion on something.
[18:21 AST] Terrence Shepard: Go ahead.
It took Tarquin a while to respond, time that he ended up spending in a doze. His omni-tool chimed, startling him from his sleep. Looking around, it seemed he was missing dinner by the dull roar he could hear from the mess.
[19:02 AST] Tarquin Victus: I have the opportunity to be evaluated for command training in a couple of weeks. What do you think?
Shepard yawned, lowering the brightness of the messenger app, and gave the question some thought.
[19:04 AST] Terrence Shepard: That depends. Is this what Tarquin Victus wants or what the son of General Adrien Victus wants?
Terrence had gradually come to learn more about what Tarquin’s father meant to him: how he was something of a father to his men, something of a modern day warrior king. He was able to read the pride in Tarquin’s words as he told him how his father was a tactical genius whose tendency for the clever and sneaky both reviled and impressed the primarchs who were his superiors.
[19:05 AST] Tarquin Victus: I’m pretty sure I want to do this.
Terrence thought it was time that he said something he should have said long ago.
[19:08 AST] Terrence Shepard: As long as you find your focus, and don’t pretend to be a clone of your father, go for it. Your father’s way isn’t the only way to be a great leader. My commanding officer, Captain Anderson, isn’t a tactical prodigy like your father is. He’s good, but not that good. What he’s done instead is to surround himself with talented people; people who can cover his weaknesses and bolster his own strengths. As a result of this, he can keep a very hands-off approach and ensure that things run smoothly and everyone is content. It’s not always about tactical flair, authoritative demeanours and powerful rhetoric. Find your niche, Tarquin. Perhaps you’re not as skilled at tactics as he is. I’m fairly sure you have a unique combination of skills that will allow you to live up to outside expectations.
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[19:12 AST] Terrence Shepard: I imagine you’ll find those out in your command training then. Your life isn’t defined at your birth, Tarquin.
[19:15 AST] Tarquin Victus: You’ve given me a lot to think about. Thanks.
[19:17 AST] Terrence Shepard: It’s alright. How’s your leg?
Tarquin had had a mission two days ago, an incursion with turian separatists on a backwater colony. He’d been shot in the lower thigh. Terrence hadn’t worried, he’d long known that Tarquin was made of sterner stuff than most. He couldn’t help but wonder when he himself would first enter combat; he wasn’t entirely sure how he felt about that happening.
[19:18 AST] Tarquin Victus: It’s good. I had a short physio session an hour ago and was given the all clear.
[19:19 AST] Terrence Shepard: I’m glad to hear it.
[19:21 AST] Tarquin Victus: Seen combat yet?
Terrence smiled. This was a frequent question from him.
[19:21 AST] Terrence Shepard: Not yet. I’m kind of nervous about it.
[19:22 AST] Tarquin Victus: About your biotics?
[19:22 AST] Terrence Shepard. Nah. I can control those now. I don’t know really, maybe it’s the fact that it will really hit the point that I’m military now. It’s still surreal.
[19:23 AST] Tarquin Victus: You’ll get used to it; it’s not as bad as you’d think.
If there was something that Terrence could appreciate, it was a turian’s tendency to directness. None of that namby-pamby bullshit that some humans would resort to.
He yawned.
[19:24 AST] Terrence Shepard: I hate to cut this short, but I need to get some rest. I’ll message you tomorrow when I’m free and you can show me that squad shooter you’ve been trying to get me to play.
[19:25 AST] Tarquin Victus: It’s called Operation: Titans of Palaven. You’ll like it. Trust me.
Terrence shook his head in amusement before deactivating his omnitool and catching some much needed sleep.
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As to your question above as to what I thought of the smut, I did enjoy the fooling around and the curiosity and weird factor you had going on. It is good when sexy times with an alien is well, 'alien' for both of them. I do also appreciate the bits of cuddle time, it emphasizes this as more of an emotional attachment than just purely lust. Also the fact that if you haven't had anything in your butt in a while, it actually takes time to stretch. The fact that two turian fingers was enough to burn, it is nice to see people pay attention to what the human body can actually do when they are writing smut.
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