After the Fade to Black

Shepard sat on the edge of the bed, transfixed. "It's like watching time-lapse footage of a flower growing," she thought to herself. She elected not to share this thought with Garrus, she didn't think he'd appreciate his genitals being compared to something so dainty. All thoughts of daintiness were quickly abolished as his phallus, now completely exposed from the safety of his torso, began to swell and harden.

She wanted to tear her eyes away from it, acutely aware of how her attention must be making the turian even more nervous, but the whole process was fascinating. "Might as well get familiar with it," she figured. It wasn't quite as alien as she had feared when she had learned that turian genitals were stored internally until needed. It was bigger than she was expecting, given the lean design of his body, and the line of ridges on the top side looked particularly stimulating. Even better, it already dripped with a natural, pale blue lubricant generated inside the turian's body. Not that she anticipated that being a problem, she was already well lubricated herself. She was snapped out of her thoughts by Garrus clearing his throat.

"Magnificent," she declared.

He made a startled noise halfway between a cough and a laugh. "What?"

She felt a sudden heat in her cheeks and she finally broke her gaze. "I don't know what I was expecting but that," she ran a finger up the bottom side of the shaft, "is magnificent."

He half-closed his eyes in response to her touch, but laughed at her statement. "Since it seems I've passed inspection, I believe it's now your turn, Shepard."

She grabbed his hand and used it to pull herself to standing, then pressed her body against his. He felt cool and angular against the relative softness of her body. Anxiety over the unknown was rapidly fading as lust took over. With her body still pressed against his, she unhooked her bra, then leaned back to shake herself free of it. Then she grabbed his hand once more and placed it straight on her full breast. He gave her a curious look as he squeezed it.

"Soft and... squishy. How did your species ever become an apex predator?"

The feel of his claws against her flesh, bending but not piercing it, was sending tingles to all the right places. It felt dangerous, even though she knew she was safe with him. It made her feel reckless.

"We're clever and adaptable monkeys," she said, deliberately teasing him by referencing the tension between their species.

"Sexy monkeys," he replied. She nearly lost it, clinging to him to stay upright as she laughed. "Ok, lets pretend I never said that."

She smiled and pressed her lips to his mandible, there was a slight metallic tang to his scent but she found it pleasant. He turned his attention back to her breast and gave it another soft squeeze before lightly dragging his claws to her nipple and tracing circles around it. She moaned into his shoulder. "You did watch some of the videos, didn't you?"

He didn't answer, instead moving his free hand to the side of her face and turning it to him. Their eyes met and his searched hers, but if he found any answers there he said nothing. Instead, he lowered his head until their foreheads were touching and his hand began to travel down her body. Down the side of her sensitive neck, past the swell of her breast, tickling her belly, and getting close to where she so desperately wanted him. She wound one arm over his shoulder and began caressing the back of his neck, just beneath his fringe. She recalled overhearing a conversation somewhere about how that drove turians wild, and she smiled as she heard a low growl of approval from Garrus.

He took a deep breath and began "Are you--"

"Oh for Godssake, Garrus, I want you in me right now! I don't want to wait anymore!" she interrupted him, grabbing his shoulders and pressing her body against his erection.

As if shrugging off some sort of limiter, Garrus grabbed Shepard tight, the plates on his chest mashing her breasts painfully. He snipped the sides of her panties with his claws and tossed them aside hurriedly, then lifted her. She hooked her legs over his hips as he lowered her to the bed and pressed his phallus to her swollen vulva. With one hand she spread her lower lips, with the other she guided that heavy, rigid instrument right where she wanted it, and with a flick of her hips she impaled herself on it.

"My god!" she thought, but all that came out of her mouth was an incomprehensible sound of pleasure. It was slightly cooler than her body temperature and those ridges... those wonderful, beautful ridges were brushing up against her engorged clitoris one after the other. He buried his head into her shoulder and pressed deeper inside her, moaning "So hot," into her ear. She could feel his breath on her neck, and for a moment they stayed like that, enjoying the alien sensation of their joining.

But only for a moment because now that he had passed the point of shame and anxiety he needed to fuck her. He needed to make her scream with pleasure and call his name and become his. He wanted to fuck her so hard and so good that she'd never even think of another man again. He growled in appreciation as her hips rised to meet every thrust, easily finding a pace that brought each of them closer and closer.

It started as a barely audible growl. Shepard had been prepared for him to make some weird noises during sex but this she rather liked. But with each thrust the sound became not louder, but more intense. She could feel the rumble in his chest, and when his plates touched her chest they vibrated her nipples. She could feel her orgasm approaching, like she was hiking up a mountain, an alien mountain with ridges that kept rubbing against her clit and--

"OH FUCK YES MORE!" she screamed. His growling had become so intense his dick was now vibrating and by god it was the most amazing sensation in the world. His claws scratched her hip as he grabbed on and began thrusting faster, harder, better. She was so close, moaning with abandon as her nails skittered harmlessly across the plates of his back, pumping her hips in time with his.

"Shepard," he groaned helplessly, grinding his body against hers, lifting her hips to get even deeper inside her. She looked up at him and rotated her hips, squeezing her internal muscles against him with a wicked grin. But he HAD watched those damn videos and he used the tip of one claw to push back her clitoral hood. Slap, slap, slap went each ridge directly against her clitoris as she squirmed, crying out wordlessly. Her awareness contracted down to just that one exquisite point of pleasure before suddenly stars exploded behind her eyes, her entire body went tense, and Shepard screamed out Garrus's name with the most intense orgasm of her life. The squeezing contractions of her sex sent Garrus over the edge and he collapsed on top of her, moaning her name as he poured pump after pump of turian cum into her.

It took minutes for either one of them to recover their senses. When he moved off of Shepard, Garrus was embarrassed to see the red marks on her breasts and hips, but Shepard was still riding the high of that powerful orgasm.

"You more than made up for it. Anyway, rough isn't always a bad thing. I will have to revise my intial assessment, though," she grinned, holding his phallus, "this is fucking magnificent."