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Turian Fascination	By : Tanwen Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 6590 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Originally posted on the Mass Effect Kink Meme.

General Adrien Victus - it was hard to think of himself as the Primarch - was trying to wrap his head around some aspects of what he’d seen and done in the last few days. He still wasn’t used to all of his fellow generals deferring to him, but more tantalizingly, he couldn’t figure out what the relationship between Commander Lenora Shepard and Garrus Vakarian was. There was something more than just commander and soldier - he’d seen that when they reunited on Menae, and again on the shuttle ride back from Palaven’s moon. Was it just that they had been through so much together, starting from the days when Saren was still a respected Spectre - or was it more than friendship?

The more time Victus spent on the Normandy, the more convinced he became it was the latter. As in many things in life, it was the little gestures that gave it away. The only thing that still bothered Victus was the fact that Shepard appeared to be the leader and Vakarian the follower. For some reason, he’d expected it to be the opposite. Perhaps it was just his turian sensibilities talking.
And then his carefully considered conclusions went right out the window when Shepard invited him to her quarters after dinner. Just him, not Urdnot Wrex or anyone else on the Normandy. Perhaps he was reading too much into it. He wasn’t an expert on humans, after all. And perhaps he was just letting his own strange attraction to the woman color his expectations.
He accepted, of course. Out of curiosity if nothing else.

Victus had difficulty controlling his reaction to Shepard when she opened the door of her cabin to admit him at the designated time. Her outfit would have been considered highly provocative on a turian woman. He had only the slightest inkling of what it might mean for humans, and after a moment resigned himself to the idea that this was not going to be an intellectually stimulating evening. Not with that smile she wore. Not with the way her black pants clung tightly to her hips, almost as though they were painted on.

His cock thought the evening was off to a fantastic start. His brain was having trouble disagreeing.
“Please, come in,” Shepard said, her voice sounding like a low hum. Victus realized his subharmonics were vibrating with arousal as he moved into the cabin, and was momentarily glad that she couldn’t hear that. Then he saw that Vakarian was already there, sitting on her couch, and the arousal quickly changed to embarrassment. Was her appearance for Vakarian, then? But if she knew enough about turians to realize what it would do to Vakarian … she also knew what it would do to him.
Victus reluctantly admitted to himself that he had no idea what was going on, but he was not about to back out now. He flared his mandibles at Shepard and nodded his head. “Your cabin is very nice,” he said, falling back on social inanities to cover his confusion. “Quite spacious.”
“I almost feel bad, sometimes,” Shepard said, “knowing that the other crew has much less space. But I do share it with Garrus, so there’s that.”
Victus rumbled agreement as a reflex, even though he still felt confused. “I suppose I will eventually get used to special treatment myself,” he said. “I still look around for Fedorian whenever someone says ‘Primarch’.”
“Does take some getting used to,” Vakarian said, entering the conversation. “The first time one of the older generals saluted me I wondered who’d come up behind me when I wasn’t looking.”
“Please, sit,” Shepard said as she took the seat next to Vakarian, leaving room for Victus to sit on her other side. Vakarian shifted so that his back was against the arm of the couch, as Shepard placed an arm around his shoulders. For the first time, Victus noticed that she was wearing some sort of decoration around her neck - a gold necklace. It was a rather pretty thing. Drew attention to Shepard’s breasts. With an effort Victus tore his gaze away from her chest and put it up on her face.
Thankfully, Shepard didn’t seem to have noticed his wandering gaze. “So how are you finding life on the Normandy?” she asked conversationally.
“Can’t complain, aside from the food,” Victus replied, figuring that it wouldn’t be taken as an insult.
“The dextro rations have always been lousy,” Vakarian said, sounding amused. “You’d think having the Primarch of Palaven on board would be reason enough to get better food. Guess not.”
“I’ll be sure to mention that to Hackett next time he’s on the QEC,” Shepard said with a chuckle. As her chest moved, the necklace she was wearing caught the light and drew Victus’ attention downwards again. His breath caught in his throat and for a moment he forgot everything but the necklace. There was just something about it … something that held him in place, oblivious to everything but the way it spun in the light.
With an effort, Victus wrenched his gaze away and pretended nothing had happened. Shepard was talking, and he flared his mandibles in a polite smile.
“ … glad we were able to find you before the Reapers overran your position,” Shepard said. “And bring you the good news about being Primarch.” Her fingers closed around the necklace’s chain, twirling it around, and Victus was drawn in once more. He let out a long breath as he gazed at it. He could stare for hours. He could …
“Primarch?”
Vakarian’s voice jolted him out of the reverie he’d been in. He shook his head and looked at the pair of them. To his surprise, Shepard was shaking her head. “Naughty, Garrus,” she said, in a tone completely at odds with the neutral political discussion they’d just been having (or had they? Victus wasn’t sure how much he’d missed…)
“I - I’m sorry, ma’am,” Vakarian said. Victus sat up straight as he added this new piece of information to the Shepard-Vakarian puzzle.
Shepard unhooked the necklace from around her neck and began to swing it back and forth in front of Vakarian’s face. Victus felt his stomach flip again as his own gaze was drawn to it. Vakarian was more affected than he was, eyes closing and mandibles quivering, his subharmonics radiating …
Arousal. Victus should have been embarrassed, but he was only … fascinated.
“You’re finding it hard to focus on anything,” Shepard said. Her voice was a low hum, sending a shiver up Victus’ spine. “On anything but the necklace … and my voice.”
Vakarian hummed. Victus barely kept himself from joining the other turian. He still had no idea what was going on, but Spirits, he couldn’t stop watching Shepard. No. He couldn’t stop watching the necklace. The way that it caught the light as it spun, swinging under Shepard’s movements. Something was happening, something … I should look away.
He didn’t want to look away.
“You’re sinking deeper and deeper for me, Garrus,” Shepard said. Vakarian’s hum of agreement was softer this time. Victus realized, belatedly, that she’d done this to Vakarian before. “So relaxed, so comfortable … and … sleep.”
Vakarian’s head slumped forward, his body completely relaxed. The motion jolted Victus out of the spell she’d been weaving and he made himself look at her face, not that necklace. His breathing was coming heavier, in anticipation or - fear? What did he have to fear from Shepard?
Becoming like Vakarian. Clay in her hands.
“What have you done?” Victus asked aloud, surprised at how ragged his voice sounded. “What was that?"
“I hypnotized him,” Shepard said, her tone completely conversational. “It isn’t the first time I’ve done this, of course. Garrus is quite good at going into trance for me. He loves it, actually. Because I told him to.” She tilted her head to the side. “I wonder if I should feel bad about that. Having made it so that he takes his direction and pleasure from me. But it’s hard to feel bad when he enjoys it so much. He always tells me so.” She stroked a finger down Vakarian’s mandible, and he hummed in delight. “Deeper and deeper, Garrus, and tell me when you’ve gone as deep as you can go.”
There was absolutely no mistaking the sounds that were coming from Vakarian. Contentment. Relaxation. Desire. Victus wondered if he should be feeling bad about this.
“It was an accident, the first time,” Shepard said, lifting her hand up again to drop the necklace down right in Victus’ gaze. His eyes latched onto it hungrily. He felt his mandibles flare slightly, interest building throughout his whole body. “I was just sitting here, talking to him … like we’re doing right now … and made my necklace start catching the light.” To punctuate this statement, she twisted her wrist so that the necklace spun in place. Victus tracked the movement with his eyes, the rest of his head staying stock still. “Next thing I knew, he was hypnotized. Under my spell, my control.” Shepard smiled, but it had an odd twist to it that Victus couldn’t read properly. “Well. I don’t know about you, Primarch, but that was simply too much for me to resist. I had to see what more I could do with him. I took him deeper, just like he’s going now…”
“Deeper,” Vakarian said, the word a soft exhale. Victus shivered to hear the undertones of that turian voice, of contentment and desire and obedience.
“And, well, we went from there,” Shepard said. Victus’ gaze swung from Vakarian to the necklace and back again. “I didn’t know if it was just Garrus, or if all turians had this … weakness. Watching you tells me there’s at least one other turian who could fall under my spell.” Victus was afraid she was going to start swinging it again. No, afraid wasn’t the right word. Not anymore.
“I am ready,” Vakarian said. Of all the subharmonics Victus had heard from the other turian tonight, that statement had the oddest ones. Because there were none. Because Vakarian’s voice was completely void of any inflection. He was, Victus realized, a blank page waiting for Shepard to write on.
“Very good, Garrus,” Shepard purred. Both Victus and Vakarian shivered, Vakarian’s movements far more obvious. “Tell me how you’re feeling right now.”
“So relaxed,” Vakarian said. The subharmonics were back, this time ones of pure contentment and relaxation. “Good. Safe. Warm.” His voice continued to buzz after the words trailed off, a low hum that was both odd and oddly right.
“When I give you an order, what will you do?” Shepard asked. Victus was grateful that her gaze was on Vakarian, so she couldn’t see the squirming that her word choice evoked in him. That it was deliberate, he had no doubt.
“I will obey,” Vakarian said, letting out a long sigh. Oh, there was no mistaking that note of desire and need in Vakarian’s voice.
“And what happens when you obey?”
“I feel … pleasure.” Victus’ traitorous cock jumped at that bit of information.
“My voice makes you more and more aroused, doesn’t it?” Shepard asked.
Vakarian shuddered. “Y-yes, ma’am,” he breathed.
“As does my touch.” Shepard trailed a finger across Vakarian’s mandible. This time, he didn’t bother to respond in words. Victus had never been one for voyeurism, but there was no denying that he was incredibly turned on. He wasn’t even sure that he was attracted to Shepard so much as the air of power and control that she had created, bringing a turian to heel and manipulating his emotions.
“Yes,” Vakarian breathed again.
“Even the memory of my touch will do that to you,” Shepard said, making a point of stepping backwards to put distance between them. Surely not, Victus thought. That was stretching things just a bit too far.
He was wrong. Very, very wrong. He saw the obvious bulge in Vakarian’s pants grow even larger. He saw Shepard reach down to undo the clasp on Vakarian’s pants. He heard Vakarian moan even louder than before.
Victus felt his stomach twisting itself into knots, a mixture of fear and wonder and - be honest Adrien - arousal and desire.
“See what I can do to him?” Shepard said, turning her head away from Vakarian to stare Victus right in the eyes. His instinct was to back down from that unflinching stare, but he made himself hold her gaze. Or was it that she had him pinned there? “And I’m just getting started.”
She turned back to Vakarian and, with a disturbing efficiency, removed his pants and briefs entirely. Victus couldn’t help but look at Vakarian’s erect cock, something that should have been at least slightly uncomfortable, and acknowledge that he had long since passed the time when he should have left Shepard’s cabin.
Shepard ran one finger along Vakarian’s length, eliciting a shiver from the other turian. “Have you ever had a blowjob, Adrien?” she asked without turning to look at him. Victus’ breath caught in his throat and he tried to clear it, sputtering instead of forming any sort of coherent answer. He heard a soft chuckle from Shepard. “I’ll take that as a no. As expected. Turian teeth can be a bit chancy, can’t they? Garrus had to practice quite a bit before he got it right. Luckily for him, I had a bit more practice.” She turned over her shoulder to smile at him. “And he loves it. Sometimes he’ll even start begging before I ask him to. So when I knew we were about to be separated for a time … I gave him some triggers.”
Victus tried to jumpstart his normally quick intellect into figuring out what she meant. Before he could do that, though, she turned back to face Vakarian and said, “I’d like a popsicle.”
A what?
Vakarian’s head tilted back and he let out another long moan, his hips moving slightly upwards, as though responding to something. Shepard’s mouth, Victus realized a minute later. He also realized that his subharmonics were oozing interest, and was glad that Vakarian was not in a position to notice.
“He really believes, at this moment, that my mouth is on his cock, sliding up and down,” Shepard said. Victus jumped slightly to realize that she had circled around behind him and was pressed against him, her soft body practically an invitation. His hands twitched at his sides. But he couldn’t tear his eyes away from Vakarian.
“He’s feeling all the sensations that would come if I was really over there with him. I don’t have to be in the same room to do this to him. I don’t even have to be on the same planet. How do you think I bore six months without my favorite toy?”
As if from a distance, he heard a zipper moving, pants dropping to the floor. He felt a sudden breeze around his mid-section. Victus didn’t need to look down to know that he was as hard as Vakarian was.
“Look at him, Adrien. Look at the expression on that wonderful turian face of his. He’s enjoying himself so much.”
Vakarian’s hips were tilting upwards, as if he was trying to press himself closer against an invisible form. The subharmonics he was giving off told Victus the truth of Shepard’s words, not that he’d really doubted her.
“Do you want that, Adrien?” Shepard asked. She ran a slim, soft finger along his cock. Victus moaned almost as loud as Vakarian. Her touch was impossibly light, creating a pleasant tingle in its wake. He was taller than her, and when he leaned his head back she turned so that her lips were an inch away from his ears. Her voice dropped. “Do you want me to do the same thing to you? Hypnotize you, make you obey me?”
He wanted to reply in words. All that came out was a growl.
Shepard removed her hand, and Victus felt like whimpering at the withdrawal. “You need to tell me,” she said, her tone gently chiding.
“I want you to hypnotize me,” Victus said, his eyes still closed.
Shepard closed her hand around his cock. He very nearly came then and there, panting as she moved her fingers up and down his length. “Tell me more, Adrien.”
“I -“ For a moment, he literally could not think of anything to say. His world shrank to the feel of Shepard’s hand against his hard, aching cock. “I -“ What was she looking for?
“Would you obey me?” Shepard asked. Her grip started easing off. He didn’t want her to stop. So he had to give her what she wanted. What, truth be told, he now wanted.
“I would obey you,” Adrien Victus, Primarch of Palaven, told Commander Shepard.
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