Turian Instinct
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+M through R › Mass Effect
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
9,902
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Turian Instinct
A/N: I'm am writing this for a prompt over on the ME meme. However, it's straying far from where it is suppose to go. This is my first fanfiction of any kind, adult or other wise. I do not have spell check or a beta. Helpful critics are welcome, but please keep in mind this is my first fic.
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Turian Instincts
He can smell her again, that intoxicating primal scent of female sex drifting steadily closer to the main battery room and him. Any moment now, the door to the room would open and the full force of her scent would be upon him. Garrus could feel himself tensing in anticipation and dread, that erotic musk calling to him, urging him to act on his desire - urging him to mate, to sink inside his female again and again leaving little doubt as to whom she belonged to. Thickening and filling with blood, he could feel his cock slip out of its protective sheath, straining uncomfortably against the unforgiving steel of his armor.
He didn't have a fetish for humans, in fact, Garrus had never really thought of any other species besides his own in a sexual manner, but this was Shepard - everything he wanted in a woman, wrapped up in a deceptively soft little package. After thinking her dead for two long years and then rising from the ashes to save his ass back on Omega, his feelings for her had slowly crossed over from simply being his respected Commander and friend to something more. Distracted by her unique womanly smell, and his new found attraction, Garrus found himself struggling not to give himself away, he found himself self-conscious and awkward when in her presence. Lately, however; her intriguing scent seemed to be changing, growing stronger and heady battering at his already thin self-control. He had already slipped up once around her a few days ago and in his inflamed state told Shepard all about his last "sparring" match. Her cheeks had taken on a pink flush and her inciting aroma had deepened acting like a drug on his already enslaved senses. Moments later, she was gone to play peace-keeper over some dispute between Miranda and Jack.
With a quiet whoosh, the main battery door slid open snapping Garrus back to the present and his mandibles flared in arousal as he was hit full force with the sensual scent of her.
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Turian Instincts
He can smell her again, that intoxicating primal scent of female sex drifting steadily closer to the main battery room and him. Any moment now, the door to the room would open and the full force of her scent would be upon him. Garrus could feel himself tensing in anticipation and dread, that erotic musk calling to him, urging him to act on his desire - urging him to mate, to sink inside his female again and again leaving little doubt as to whom she belonged to. Thickening and filling with blood, he could feel his cock slip out of its protective sheath, straining uncomfortably against the unforgiving steel of his armor.
He didn't have a fetish for humans, in fact, Garrus had never really thought of any other species besides his own in a sexual manner, but this was Shepard - everything he wanted in a woman, wrapped up in a deceptively soft little package. After thinking her dead for two long years and then rising from the ashes to save his ass back on Omega, his feelings for her had slowly crossed over from simply being his respected Commander and friend to something more. Distracted by her unique womanly smell, and his new found attraction, Garrus found himself struggling not to give himself away, he found himself self-conscious and awkward when in her presence. Lately, however; her intriguing scent seemed to be changing, growing stronger and heady battering at his already thin self-control. He had already slipped up once around her a few days ago and in his inflamed state told Shepard all about his last "sparring" match. Her cheeks had taken on a pink flush and her inciting aroma had deepened acting like a drug on his already enslaved senses. Moments later, she was gone to play peace-keeper over some dispute between Miranda and Jack.
With a quiet whoosh, the main battery door slid open snapping Garrus back to the present and his mandibles flared in arousal as he was hit full force with the sensual scent of her.