Night Watch with the Commander

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Leaving this here because I don't feel like cutting it into a million pieces on kinkmeme.

Desc;
Just some PWP of our favorite turians making sure MShepard actually gets some sleep this time; on the Command Deck, over the Galaxy Map.

Kinks:
D/s; Shepard is submissive in this one.
Double fisting/double anal
biting and some blood (not a whole lot)

Later some facefucking and vent fucking.

Loosely tied to "Prey" from previous meme. Same relationship, but both are essentially PWP so you don't need to read one to get the other.

This was originally supposed to have some voyeurism in it ala Tali, but it was nixed for the sake of the plot, what little there is. Feel free to imagine them having an audience.


Shepard was on the Command Deck. The Normandy bridge was lit a somber blue from the glow of the muted galaxy map that tracked the ever steady progress of Reaper invasion forces. All but the most important instrument panels were powered down and he neglected to turn on any of the overhead lights most of the time. Realistically, EDI was perfectly capable of running the ship alone at night, but he needed something to occupy his time. So while she piloted and ran Normandy's essential systems, he maintained guard; which generally consisted of him messing with his omnitool, pacing, working out, staring blankly at nothing or looking at porn. The galaxy was a quiet place when you flew stealth.

A lusty growl filled his ears.

"Human, don't think we won't recognize the turian Fornax when we see it!" the low gutteral bass tones were none other than the Primarch himself.

Shepard hastily put the half-covered porn zine upside down on the railing he rested against, despite getting caught red-handed. He didn't noticed when the two men entered. Nor did he recall hearing the hiss of the elevator.

"Just killing some time." Shepard yawned drowsily. "These shifts are hell a boring!"

"Uh-huh" Garrus stalked around him and stared at him pointedly.

"Shepard, you haven't slept in days. When we suited up the other day, you dozed off while looking for your weapons in Ashley's locker!"

He slid up beside him and grabbed the human by the shoulders. "Besides. We both know you prefer getting a little turian attention every now and then!"

When Shepard turned to face him, Victus seized and held him while Garrus slid down Shepard's front and deftly took his pants down.

"Primarch Victus! I don't think this is appropriate..." Shepard protested, not quite knowing how to handle the situation. The last thing he expected was to get assaulted by the planetary leader of another species, though it didn't stop him from imagining it!

"It's just Primarch tonight from you human." The
response was a low throaty growl that caused the man to tremble once in excitement. The whole situation sent a heat wave of desire through his body and his dick began growing hard.

"Garrus.... Here on the bridge?" Shepard asked in a warning tone, half the gunnery cheif's superior, half secretly thrilled about being taken on his own Command Deck.

"You and I both know there's no one here at this hour but the unlucky bastard stuck running night watch." Garrus said just before taking the startled man's cock in his mouth.

Shepard's cock eagerly met the warm embrace of the other's talented tongue by reaching its full length.
Garrus' throat ridges mirrored that of his tongue and cock. Like the rest of their body, it was covered in plates, but these soft and pliable much like the human counterpart. The velvety, smooth walls of Garrus' throat beckoned him and he instinctively slid his hands over the turian's fringe spines eliciting a soft moan from his lover as he did.

"You have no idea how much I want to pound the back of your throat right now." Shepard breathed.

Garrus pulled up. "I know." He smirked, before planting his mouth back down on the human's cock.

"Garrus mentioned that you've been pulling all-nighters as of late, and I've noticed that you oftentimes stare at me when you think I'm not looking. I'm going give you what you need. We're going to take you and we're going to keep at it until you pass out." he said matter of factly. His voice was ever diplomatic, gentle even, but the ex-General turned Primarch carried himself with an air of nobility and power that Shepard found irresistible. Hearing that intention nearly made the human's legs turn to jelly.

The Primarch slid his talons under the human's shirt and traced the rough scars he found along his waist.

"Mmnnn....Fond of marking your toys aren't you Garrus?"

"Im not his toy..." Shepard protested.

"Aren't you, human?" He paused for effect.
"Turians have a habit of marking important possessions with their names...and if I'm following these correctly, you're marked 'property of' aren't you? Ever fitting for it to be on your waist!" The last sentence carried an air of suggestive lust.

The Primarch caressed Garrus' scarred name sensually with his talon and then pressed up against the Commander, letting Shepard know Garrus' message was having more than its intended effect on the turian. His breathing was thick and low in the human's ears, only serving to turn him on more.

"Careful Primarch... More of that and my human isn't going to last." Garrus mentioned after he felt Shepard thicken and harden at the back of his throat. Being called "his human" caused the Commander to respond with a moan.

Shoved between his lover's maw, the sturdy firm breastbone and strong grip of the older male had Shepard quarreling with his submissive and dominant sides, though it wasn't long before the Primarch took the reins again.

"Garrus take a look in the Fornax and pick a position for our friend," he said while he felt around and grabbed hold of his balls.

"I've been around long enough to know my way around a human," he whispered as stroked and fondled him. "Your species' erogenous areas are easy to map out."

The human instinctively spread his legs wide to allow the man access. While Garrus flipped open the Fornax, Victus made his way down the man's guiche and started rubbing under his prostate in persistent circles. Shepard steadied himself by grasping onto the warm panes of Victus' clothed waist. It caused the older turian to start purring.

"Shepard..." Garrus eyed him coyly. "This is from before we met...Inota hasn't been in porn for over five years." He chuckled. "You hid this one from me. Embarrassed to let me know how much you're into us?"

He could tell from the bulge in Garrus' nightwear, he was getting really turned on by it. As the turian stalked towards him, his cheeks flushed red and he unwittingly glanced away.

"You are embarrassed! You've always wanted a strong turian to come along some day haven't you?" His mouth widened into a predatory smile.

"Garrus..." His voice was warning but laced with guilt and shame. He had wanted a turian and he got exactly what he wanted. Ever since he'd heard bedtime stories about them from his mother, he wanted to meet her monster in the dark. He became fascinated by them the moment he saw pictures of them and now his turian lover was forcing an admission out of him that he had no control over. He forced himself to meet his gaze.

"What have you found?" Victus motioned for Garrus to show him the zine and the Commander was grateful the the heat was taken off him, if only for a little while.

The two of them snickered and sneered at him as they discussed various poses. All the while, the Primarch continued his attention on Shepard's privates. Suddenly the human froze up when the tip of one talon perched dangerously on the edge of his sphincter. Garrus never used his talons there; the chance of tearing his delicate innards deemed too high. He always used toys or his natural lubricant to stretch the human open.

However, ever so gently, that finger applied lube around it's precipice before slowly sliding inside. He used the flat edge of his talon to guide him. Somehow the blade edge was kept away from his delicate walls, even when Shepard unintentionally tightened down on that thick finger. The care and precision of Victus' ministrations was bred from years of experience beyond their own.

When he found what he was looking for, Victus began rubbing at the same pace as the other hand that was on the outside. Intense shots of pleasure flowed through him, almost forcing him to his knees.

"Aa-ahhh.." Shepard moaned again and shut his eyes.

"Like I mentioned.... I know you, human." He glanced at the man under his control and whispered in his ear before turning his attention back to the zine.

"Don't I...ah....have...a...say in this...sss? This is...my...unnnhn..body...you're talking about..."

They gave him a disdainful look and then want back to plotting, switching entirely to subharmonics so he wouldn't understand.

"Right. Hold him over the rails. We need to stretch him first."

He placed the zine open for the human to see on the railing. About a third of the way in, a series of the female Inota being taken by two males greeted his eyes. She was pressed between them while they pistoned into her ass and vagina at the same time.

"I'm not a chick." Shepard protested.

"That's not going to be a problem. You don't need two holes for this." Garrus snickered in his ears before jamming the Commander up against the railing and pinning him there.

Adrien studied him intently. Even though he couldn't see his gaze from his position, he felt the way he was being scrutinized. The turian followed the movement and form of every muscle, firm under his softer skin. He felt like he was on trial.

In went one talon, quickly but smoothly followed by the other. Shepard tensed and rose up at the sudden sensation, then pressed his hips high for the Primarch.

"Mnp!"

He sucked in air, gritted his teeth and closed his eyes as Victus moved within him.

"Mmnn human, you've been with a lot of males haven't you? You're very open. I can already use my hand."

"Mmnn...what?!" Shepard glanced back suspiciously.

The turian pulled out and formed a point with his fingers. Slowly he slid the hand in. When he met resistance he stopped and waited for the man to relax. He turned his hand so that the first knuckle of the thumb talon rested on the prostate. Shepard gritted his teeth and pressed his hips out. The sudden intrusion, though gentle and deliberate caused him to tighten down. A single quick pang of pain shot through his lower bowels, quickly followed by a warm tingling. He mentally steered himself to accept all that Victus was willing to give. The turian started wiggling his hand grinding the point on his thumb knuckle in small circular motions against the human's supple inner walls.

"Mnnnn.." The human moaned and suddenly Garrus was stroking him to Victus' rhythm. Shepard thrust out, seeking his lover's rugged palm with his cock.

More went in. He relaxed and then clenched down when the knuckles of the thick talons reached his sphincter.

"Ah...ah".

Though there were only three, the joints that met the palms were bulbous. It was like eggs were being inserted in him along with the turian's hand. Adrien twisted them slowly as they were accepted into the human's body so that they would drag along his prostate. When the whole hand was in, he stopped to let the human adjust.

Shepard shivered on the Primarch's hand. Every muscle was aware of what was going on and twitched involuntarily. The signals sent through his body were on fire. Everything centered on what was going on in his ass, as his body primed itself for injury. He made incoherent sounds and strained to breathe properly. Though even that mindblowing phase passed to be replaced by warmth, desire and pleasure that stretched out from inside him too his very toes.

Soon he yearned for it and let out a long low "Oooohhhh....." The twinges of heat set his mind on one thing alone and he rocked down on the turian's hand. He shut his eyes and began riding it.

In response, the Primarch motioned Garrus over.

"Now your hand. Slide your talons along mine and you won't hurt him."

Garrus nodded and placed a careful finger on Victus' wrist. With his other hand he grabbed Shepard's and guided it to the front of his night pants and pressed it against his erection. He leaned in and whispered in the man's ear.

"Seeing you like this...knowing you've wanted turians for years...Shepard. It's all because of you."

Shepard trembled with desire, appreciating the shape and feel of his ridges under the fabric and let out a low groan as Garrus slid in beside Victus one slow, careful finger at a time. The feeling of fullness was nearly overwhelming and it took the human every ounce of concentration not to fall to his knees. His ass was stretched further than it had ever been stretched before. It felt like the muscles in his body had to move to accommodate them. He trembled, fearing he would be ripped asunder. It was so intense.

Soon they were both in. His sphincter clutched tightly around the widest parts of the turians knuckles and Shepard gripped onto the railing as if his life depended on it. The pressure on his prostate was driving him mad. Cum dripped from the tip of his shaft into Garrus' palm squeezed out by the pressure that welled up inside him. He sucked in air, threw his head back and moaned. It was long and drawn out, reverberated off the metal walls and echoed down the hall to Navigation. His voice wavered, deep, low and melodious.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, he came to the sudden realization that anyone who came to the bridge would see him stuffed like a puppet on the turians' hands. He'd be helpless. He pictured his crew coming in on him like this, how there would be no other explanation for it, how they might lose some respect for him; seeing their commanding officer in such a vulnerable, submissive position. It frightened him and also turned him on.

When his body relaxed and adjusted to accept the turians' hands as a part of it, he tried grinding up and down on their hands. Wave upon wave of sensation shot out and he shuddered, mewling soft moans in response. They let him control the pace. It was only when he was bouncing in earnest that they started moving within. They slid alternately with each other; in and back.

Shepard rested his forehead on the railing and focused on his breathing. The unstoppable sensation, even at this slow pace was overwhelming. He wanted to cum. He wanted them to cum.

"Gar..rus..." he moaned softly. "I want it..." his voice squeaked.

Garrus grinned slyly. "Oh...you're going to get it."

Victus nodded and they both slid out causing the human to quiver suddenly. He moaned and sadly cursed the feeling of emptiness left in their wake. However the stretched feeling remained, sending with it bolts of desire and warmth that encouraged his cock to remain primed and ready.

Garrus went under the railing and laid back on top of the galaxy map. His silhouette shadowed the blue glow cast on the ceiling. He threw his clothes aside and spread his legs apart. He leaned on his elbows and glared directly at Shepard with a wicked smile. His mandibles drooped, exposing every pointed tooth. He traced a talon along the sides of his hard erection intently.

"Shepard...come here..."

Victus prodded Shepard in the direction of the waiting turian.

The human straddled Garrus' hips and started sliding down.

"No. Turn around..." Garrus growled. "Give your Primarch a show."

He did as he was told and then felt a shiver run the length of his spine as he felt the pointed tip of Garrus' tongue flick along the edge of his ear.

He slid down onto the tapered turian cock slowly, taking it one ridge at a time to draw out the show. He made sure that he thrust his hips forward and he cupped his balls aside with one hand, so the Pimarch could see Garrus' glistening blue cock slide into him.

Victus stood over Shepard watching. He was still fully clothed. Although his cock was rigid and ready. It stuck out between the fabric of his pants. The tilt in his long mandibles displayed his intention to use it.
The older, dark-skinned turian gazed down at the human appreciably as Shepard slid down against Garrus' plates and planted his knees on either side of him to remain upright.

Shepard met his gaze and began stroking himself as he settled down on Garrus' cock. The Primarch's appreciative gaze become a slack-jawed grin and he grabbed his own in response. His thick talons worked uo and down, over every ridge, meant as a show for the human as well. His pointed tongue crept over the edge of his jaw, swept over his bottom lip, then flicked back in his mouth. His thick brow rose in amusement when he watched the human look away and redden in the face.

"Tell him you want it." Garrus growled again as he began thrusting into his ass.
"Tell him how long you've wanted turian cock shoved inside your ass. Tell him you want us turians to take you like the sluts you humans are."

Shepard's face twisted in defiance, even as he shivered in excitement. The submissive argument in his dominant head was overwhelming. It both infuriated him and fulfilled him to be treated as an inferior species, grating against his normally stonewalled pride.

"No..."

"Shepard...." Garrus thrusted slowly and deliberately. "...five years....and I bet that Fornax isn't the oldest piece of turian porn you have...."

A powerful high angled thrust drug every ridge over his prostate. He moaned deeply and threw his head back, thrusting his chest up.

"I can't...."

The Pimarch watched the human struggle with himself thoughtfully. Even though it were merely a scene and neither of them thought any less of him as a man, he understood the battle the Commander was dealing with. He'd seen it with many submissives over the years, especially ones who had a dominant streak. It was often difficult to come to terms with, when what they wanted was at odds with who they believed themselves to be.

"...five years..." Garrus grabbed a hold of the man's cock. "Tell him...tell him you want him to own you too!" He gently pressed a talon into the ownership scars over his waist, drawing a fine line of blood to the surface to hammer the point home.

Shepard shivered and looked away.
"I can't..." A lone tear welled at the corner of his eye.

Strong talons gripped and held him close as Garrus traced the cords in his neck with his tongue. The grip was both reassuring and commanding.

"If you want me to fuck you like I know you want it, tell him..." He whispered and gathered the human's ear between his mandible and pointed teeth. A sudden quick thrust drove him deeper into Shepard with the word "fuck" and caused the human to moan.

When he was released, Garrus resumed teasing him with his ridges. The turian guided his hand back to his cock and held it while he made the human stroke himself at his predetermined speed for the Primarch. Shepard's eyes rolled back as he was manipulated in front of the older turian. His need was building with every teasing move Garrus made. He groaned and writhed with mounting desire. Enough was enough.

"Primarch..." Shepard moaned.

"Yes?" Victus regarded him cooly.

"Fuck me..."

"What else Shepard?" Garrus whispered.

The human paused and glared at the glowing screen under him. He knew he wasn't going to get what he wanted unless he said it, but his pride....

"I need you inside me. Use me...treat me like the slutty human I am! Own me..!" The tear flooded its banks and made its way to the floor. More followed in the wake of his admission.

"Good human..." Garrus growled into his ear and he quivered at the new pet name.

Adrien's long mandibles tipped downward in the seductive grin he gave the human in response. He moved between their legs and pressed the man's legs together. He held them up high and pushed the Commander's torso down towards Garrus.

"I plan to." His voice was assured and self-confident. It was domineering without being brutal or selfish.

In that moment, as he was manipulated and moved into position, Shepard realized, if he hadn't already been owned by Garrus at this point, he would have given himself to that very turian without hesitation.

"Human. Stay absolutely still."

Garrus stopped moving within him and they both waited as Victus prodded at the human's already stretched entrance. Neither of them were as big as their fists, but once inside, they would be plowing him with abandon. Care was necessary.

Shepard sucked in air with every ridge as it popped inside. Garrus began breathing heavily when he felt the channel tighten down on him. He purred softly as the Primarch slid against him. When he was completely inside, he paused to let everyone adjust.

Shepard was so tight, filled with the two of them that it nearly hurt. He clenched down like a vice around the turians' shafts. His anal muscles twitched and sent trembling echos through their sensitive cocks that hardened even more in response.

"Spirits Shepard, you're so tight, so warm. I can't wait to pound you like this."
Garrus groaned and spasmed.

Inside Shepard and flush against Victus was a dream come true. He'd done things with the Primarch on Palaven before the war, but being able to share the experience with the one he was bonded with was all the hotter to him.

Victus slid gently along Garrus' length. Shepard's chest rose up and pressed against the keel of his breastbone. He gasped for air with the Primarch's motions.

"...fuck...." he moaned. "Ahhhh...."

"Yes...human...this is what I want to hear from you." Victus' voice was rougher, his breathing deeper. A low rumble like a distant thunder rolled from his chest.

He settled into a long arch. It pulled every delicious ridge against Garrus and Shepard at a teasing pace. Even through the hardened plates, the man could feel his lover's heartbeat quicken. His breath was thick in his ears and warm against his skin. Turian against human against turian found the three of them moaning on top of the Galaxy map.

When Shepard started moving to meet the Primarch Victus and Garrus locked gazes. Garrus nodded and began thrusting. They ground their textured shafts together, causing the younger men to shudder and moan.

Shepard's insides were on fire. He clenched down on the two shafts relentlessly because he wanted to feel all of it. Every bump and ridge massaged him in alternating directions, on the inside, rubbing tendrils of pleasure and warmth through his body. The waves travelled up his spine and down his legs to his very fingers and toes as he twisted and twitched between the hard plates of the turians, with every thrust.

The mental image of him bound, nude, kneeling at the Primarch's side, with Garrus standing beside him, the two of them allowed the privilege of clothes and he none, fueled his desire. As he was driven into the abyss of his own pleasure, all he could think of, was being under the command of these two turian masters.

The thumping of their pelvic plates against his body matched the tune of his heartbeat. The hard plates slammed into him like the flat sides of two paddles, sending force through him in more ways than one, causing his skin to redden. It sent him into a spiraling trance that caused the human to close his eyes and ride the experience.

"Yes human...like that....just like that..."

"Fuck Shepard....you're a whore for us....aren't you?"

Primarch Victus and Garrus met each others gaze. He leaned over and they kissed. Long tongues met and twirled together as their mandibles fluttered with mounting satisfaction. Victus planted his talons on the human's wrists while Garrus held him immobile.

"I bet you want nothing more than to breed with turians all day." Garrus nipped his ear and Shepard shivered.

His cock twitched and he let out a needy "uhhhnn..."

"I think that was a yes." Victus mused.

"I've got plenty of friends back home who would love to get their hands on a human slut like you." Garrus bit down on Shepard's shoulder blades and drove into him. The human let out a plaintive whine and trembled. "Imagine it Shepard; you taking cock all day for my amusement." He moaned, shivered and cried out when Garrus bit down on him again.

The image of him, being taken by turians on Palaven as Garrus sat across from him watching, filled his mind. The tilt of his mandibles and the way he gazed at Shepard helplessly entangled with his friends, promised a fucking unlike any other. The way he slid his talons across his proud erection... The human moaned again when a particularly hard thrust brought him back to what was going on.

Victus sped his pace and Garrus followed suit. Shepard arched up with their motions. From the angles they entered him, he was stretched about as far as he thought physically possible and he was helplessly pinned, but in no way wanted to leave. The high from the warmth that spread through him caused him to pant like a bitch in heat and he moved to remain stuck on their cocks like a needy slut.

"Human...This is how I want to see your kind; on your backs begging to be allowed to cum with your body. Your erotic zones are so easy to access, like you are built for this, like you live for this! I will bring you to the brink and when I let you cum, understand I will be in no way done with you."

Shepard shivered and let out a few more needy groans. The Primarch's voice alone nearly pushed him to his precipice. The turian was in charge of him and it felt good, like his very soul needed it.

Sweat poured from him because of exertion as they pounded into him. His heart raced like he had been at the gym for hours. His mouth was growing dry from moaning and gasping for air. His breathing became raspy and ragged. The delightful hardened leather texture and hard angles of their bodies began to chafe him. Despite the discomfort he knew whatever marks they made would remind him of the night and he would wear them proudly, even if he ever went shirtless.

"...fuck...Ahhh...Damn....."
He writhed and panted.

He wanted to grab them, rub them down, turn the Primarch over and fuck him while taking Garrus in his mouth, but this wasn't his show.

"You're such needy little sluts! You humans make me so hard...every time....Spirits....I want to fuck you all till you can't take anymore."

The rumble of Adrien's voice and Garrus groaning underneath him was driving him insane.

That long tongue was on his ear again as he bore down on their rocketing shafts. Garrus' grip on him tightened as the pressure in his cock built to a rising crescendo. His talons unintentionally dug into his skin a little too far as tiny dots of red blood welled up at their six points. Sharp angular hips slammed into him from below with pressing urgency and the hoarse breaths that buffeted his neck quickened. If the turian were capable, he too would have been covered in sweat, instead of merely sliding against Shepard's slick skin.

On and on they went until Shepard's tense muscles began to unwind and he slowly let himself become dead weight against Garrus' angled chest. He stopped tightening himself around their cocks. Instead he simply let it be and rode it, allowing the two turians complete control of the pace and angles. They responded with renewed speed and both of them angled sharply to drag their pointed shafts along the human's prostate, causing his cock to twitch and drip pre onto his pelvis.

"Excited human?" Victus' long tapered mandibles dropped in amusement. He paused to gather the errant seed on his talon. "Won't be long till you paint yourself with it." He chuckled and returned his attention to the task at hand.

He was aware of the fact the younger turian was about as lost to the act as the human was and he grinned.

With experience...my friend...

He decided to work the two of them. With every nerve on fire, the human wasn't going to last long. It was time to let the other turian catch up. His talons made their way up to Garrus' fringe.

He stroked and scratched the sensitive undersides of the younger male's headspines, near where the ear was hidden, causing Garrus to suck in air. His chest heaved against Shepard. A low rumble came out from his throat as Victus vigorously rubbed his spines.

"Spirits..." He whispered and shut his eyes, mandibles flickering. His muscles melted under the Primarch's touch. He thrusted with renewed enthusiasm driving against the older turian's shaft, causing him to moan and Shepard to shudder. Sensually the Primarch's talons made their way to his crest, down the top and between. Garrus hissed and gasped before letting out a strangled moan. He traced the side of his left mandible, then back to his fringe, before also moving his attention to Garrus' waist.

The older turian leaned in and flicked his tongue out, tracing the human's ear before making its way down the length of Garrus' mandible. His breastbone pressed down into the human's soft skin. His hardened cock poked the small of the turian's waist. Shepard groaned as he was momentarily squeezed between their hard plates as Victus played with Garrus.

Garrus and Victus pounded into Shepard at a blinding pace. The tendrils of pleasure emanating from inside him became a roaring sea. The muscles of his abdomen tightened and his testicles ached with fullness. He was quickly approaching climax while he soared in his own head. As much as he craved his inevitable release, he didn't want this shared euphoria to end.

When Victus pulled back he found Shepard's mouth and took it. His long blue tongue plunged deep into the back of the human's throat, causing him to buckle underneath, his stuttering moan stifled by Victus' probing tongue.

"Shepard...." Garrus whispered breathlessly into the human's ear as the man thrashed in ecstasy between them. The thick under tone to his voice pointed out how close he was to cumming. "Do it Shepard. Right here. Cum for us and we'll make sure you get to sleep tonight."

Victus pulled back to his knees and grasped the human's hips and Garrus shifted underneath. The look they shared said everything and then the two pounded into the human like there was nothing left. Garrus, without warning took the back of Shepard's neck into his mouth and bit down, sinking his teeth deep into the human's flesh. Blood welled up between his teeth and out of the wound. Shepard gasped for air and shuddered uncontrollably. He was beyond words. The friction inside sent him spiraling and just as his world exploded, he managed to squeak out two names.

"...Garr..us...ss....Prim...arch..."

He collapsed and violently rocked between them. He slammed between breastbones as his throbbing cock surged. Hot streams of cum shot up and splattered over the Primarch's waist and chest, the final shot reached the peak where his disc met his collarbones.

Victus glanced down and examined the mess that marked him. He playfuly gathered some of it between his talons and squashed the sticky fluid. The tilt and flare of his mandibles widened and he glanced back down at the human appreciably.

He was still lost to the experience. His eyes were shut and his head rolled back. Short weak grunts and moans escaped his lips and he went limp between them. He fought to control his breathing, which mimicked that of an exhausted sprinter. They could have done anything to him and the Commander would have done nothing to stop them.

When Garrus let go of him, faint traces of Shepard's blood painted his mandibles and bottom jaw. He was very close. The Primarch angled his shaft to grind more against him inside the human's warm tunnel, dragging every textured ridge over the underside of his cock. Victus also continued to use his hands to work the younger turian, pinching, caressing and stroking his waist and fringe. The low rumbling growl that he elicited buffeted Shepard's ears.

Garrus suddenly froze up. His mandibles fluttered and flexed at jaunty angles and his corded abdominal muscles contracted as his internals were triggered. The low growl became a husky roar that turned into a low howling moan and he shot thick warm cum deep into Shepard's ass. The last of it spewed and coated the top of Victus' shaft instead. When he moved to pull out, Victus stopped him.

"No. I want you to keep at it till the human passes out." The authority in his gaze held the younger turian there, despite the sensitivity in his shaft. Garrus nodded and began pumping again before he had chance to grow soft.

"wait...you're...aaaah?"

"Not till you pass out, as I promised." Adrien's voice was thick subvocals were an entire octave below his normal speech. Faint pants of heavy breath escaped his lips as his own orgasm loomed.

Shepard twitched and groaned involuntarily. Everything was too sensitive. He'd started wishing the Primarch would finish. Garrus trembled underneath also about as sensitive as Shepard was. The twangy notes of his short moans reached the human's ears turning him on again.

It wasn't long till he was riding high though his energy was fading. Victus movements were measured and deliberate. He was determined and by the fading movements Shepard made, he was successful. The human was losing strength fast. When he finally passed out, Victus and Garrus slid out and gathered him up in his arms. The two of them carried him to the elevator and rode up to his cabin.

Victus laid Shepard onto his bed, then went into the bathroom to wash up. When he returned, Garrus was already sitting on the Commander's couch. He glanced hungrily at Victus' still hard shaft.

"Look like you could use a hand."

"Or a mouth..." Victus mandibles dropped slyly and he walked over. His shaft bobbed in front of Garrus' face.

"I get it." He said and pulled the Primarch forward, taking his cock in his mouth. He grabbed Adrien's hips and held onto him.

Victus' eyes shut and he let out an appreciative sigh as Garrus pulled him in and sucked on his shaft all the way down. The warmth of the back of his throat welcomed him and he thrusted forward. Garrus' throat relaxed and welcomed his tip all the way to the back. Victus used him as if they'd done this before. He didn't need to ask or care whether Garrus could breathe or not, he simply thrusted as if the younger turian's mouth were a fucktoy. Thick saliva bubbled and dribbled between his mandibles and down his face.

Then the Primarch pulled out and motioned for the younger turian to reposition himself. He tugged at his nightware until he pulled them down passed his ass. Though Garrus had returned to his plates, they were gaped open ajar with arousal.

The Primarch stopped to consider it for a moment and opted to slide in between his plates. Their dicks met and rested together. The Primarch leaned over and pulled Garrus up until he was able to lock his calf spikes around his waist, holding him and the Primarch together.

"Garrus...If there's anything I'm glad about having to leave Menae, it's to have you like this again. It's been too long, this war...never enough time to simply be..."

"Shh.... No need to worry about that, just enjoy me and forget about the war for a moment."

They paused, Victus pressed against him, and simply laid there a moment on the couch. Their cocks laid against each other, enrobed in Garrus' folds. Their hearts beat as one through their plates.

They started slow, just simply enjoying the eachother's warmth. Their quickened breath buffeted their chests as they leaned in and kissed deeply. As Garrus grew hard from Victus thrusting against him, the Primarch slipped out of his sheath.

They pressed against each other and hand in hand, they stroked their lengths together. Both of them were careful not to make much sound. Even as they spilled their cum into eachoher's hands and chests.

When they were done and toweled off, Garrus returned to the couch. He looked over at Shepard and smiled.

"Are you going to stay here?"

Garrus nodded. "He's been having nightmares, he hasn't told me what, but I know..." Genuine concern filled his voice.

Victus bowed his head in acknowledgment.
"I fear this human bears a burden that no one, not even the best of turians, could stand to bear. Take care of him."

The Primarch bowed again and turned toward the door. Then he looked over his shoulder.

"...and Garrus, when the war is finally over, and Shepard isn't too tied up with Alliance Command, the two of you are welcome to join me at my private estate on Palaven."

With that, the Primarch disappeared as the door shut behind him. Garrus turned his attention back to the sleeping human, determined to remain the vigilant sentinel, lest Shepard wake before morning.