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Chapter 2- Night on the Presidium

Garrus smiled at the Hero of the Galaxy which lay at his side splayed across the bed before him. After fighting thousands of Geth Troopers and nuking half a continent on Virmire Garrus could not help but see the humorous side of watching Commander Jane Shepard be taken down by a mere bottle of champagne. “Well I’ve heard worse responses” Garrus smiled.
Jane giggled. “Ow” She slapped her palm against her forehead, the alcohol that still swam through her veins amplifying the headache ten fold. Garrus ran his hand through her fiery red hair, his touch soothing the heated pain that throbbed intensely through her mind.
“You need your sleep commander” Jane smiled at his concern.
As her senses came back to her Shepard took the opportunity to take in her new surroundings, although her honed military mind forced her to take in points of entry and possible escape routes she couldn’t help but admire the fine furniture and softening paintwork that covered the walls of the room. The window on the right wall gave a fine view out across the presidium, the silver glow of the light reflecting against the Citadels metallic hull shined through the silk curtains. This was definitely a Deluxe Hotel Suite of some sort. The one thing that she didn’t notice was a second bed, prompting her to ask her next question. “Where’s your bed?”
“Clerk only had a double” He rose to his feet, indicating the door into the adjoining living room. “I’ll just sleep on the couch for the night. It’s not much but it beats Sniper Towers and Geth Armadas any day”
Jane admired his companionship, but she would never let one of her own suffer on any level. “Oh no you don’t” She reached forward and grabbed hold of his arm just below the elbow, pulling him onto the bed beside her. For her size she could be quite strong and surprisingly forceful when she wanted too. “You’re staying here with me” She laid an innocent peck on his cheek.
This came as quite a surprise to Garrus, in no way unwanted, but certainly surprising. Of course he had seen other C-Sec officers, male and female, nude before, but somehow the thought of seeing Jane in any state of undress made his stomach churn and thrive with fear.
His fears were soon founded as Jane removed her trousers, bringing her athletic legs up to her chest and yanking the pants downwards, revealing more and more creamy light skin as she pulled. Discarding the pants down the side of the bed, she was now clad in a loose black T-shirt that concealed her taut stomach as a loose fitting pair of matching dark boxers that hung loosely across her legs.
Garrus quickly removed his pants, soon enough they were on equal ground as he slid beneath the sheets next to her. Jane flung the sheets over the both of them, scooting closer towards him, her soft chest pressing against his tough back.
“Good night” Jane left an innocent kiss on his cheek, before lowering her head onto his taut chest and pulling her body up to bask in his warmth.
Garrus laid his hand across Jane’s back, rubbing into the taut muscles, soothing her to sleep. Jane cuddled up to Garrus, caressing her silky flesh against his tough reptilian shell beneath the barrier of their T-shirts. It was then Garrus noticed himself drifting away in her arms, the movement of his hand against her back slowing as he drifted into the warm silky arms of deep sleep.
Jane’s eyes snapped open. She could feel something pressing into her stomach, something hard and tough extending from Garrus’s nether region. An evil smirk grew on Shepard’s face. She reached down below the sheets, snaking her hand past his boxers and grasping the shaft that was prodding into her stomach.
Garrus’s eyes snapped open, Shepard feeling Garrus’s body tense with the sudden sensation of her soft touch on his sensitive member. “Good you’re up” Shepard smirked. Garrus stared at her intently. “Looks like you were enjoying lying next to me like this” She pulled on his knob that she still clutched delicately in her hand, applying light pressure to the sensitive meat. “Maybe you’d like to see what else I can do?” It was really said as more of a statement than a question.
Jane pumped Garrus’s growing meat slowly, each rise met with a forceful descent back down to the hilt of Garrus’s member. Jane noted that a Turians genitals was fairly similar to a human’s, the skin of his penis far softer and less scaly than the radiation protective armour that encased the rest of his alien body. She continued to massage his member, slowly gaining in speed with each plunge and slow rise to repeat the process. A smile growing on Garrus’s face told her that he too was enjoying her ministrations.
Shepard suddenly stopped her care to Garrus’s penis. He clamped his talon like hand around her wrist. She expected him to plead for her to continue. “I can’t” Instead a stern look chiselled on his face, the same stern look his captives saw before he slapped them in handcuffs. “You’re drunk” Jane batted his hand away with her free hand
“No I’m not” Her words slightly more slurred than she had hoped. But Garrus was still unwavering.
“I just don’t want you too do something you’ll regret” Garrus’s eyes were filled with concern.
Jane’s face turned stern. Reaching with slightly shaking hands, her motor skills still being impeded by the alcohol that washed through her blood, to cup Garrus’s tough cheeks in her open palms she laid a kiss on his avian lips. She still tasted traces of the drink on his breath. “Trust me. This is what we both want” She spoke into his lips, breaking the kiss, smiling at his expression of contempt. “Now” A dirty smirk growing on her lips. “Where was I?” Jane smirked as she leant down towards Garrus’s meat once again. This time she wrapped her lips around his tip, tasting at the sweet nectar of the sweat that covered his penis.
Jane slowly pumped up and down his slowly hardening shaft. The soft flesh forming in her hand, rising until it was standing fully at attention. Her tongue slicked with her saliva, each pump with less resistance than the last. Jane continued to massage Garrus with the skilled hands of someone who had not only studied the arts of the Tura Sutra (Turian Karma Sutra), but written half of them. Through quivering lips Garrus spoke “How did you ever get so knowledgeable?”
Shepard rose off of Garrus’s tool, a line of saliva running down her chin, she brushed it away with the back of her hand. “I grew up on a dozen different Alliance Warships. Let’s just say the male crew members should learn to keep their holovids out of reach of a curious young girl” Garrus simply smirked at her kinky expression, and the idea of her as a dirty little girl, as she said that.
“And to think you had an innocent face” He retorted.
This flared her evil smirk even more. “Well I’m not a little girl anymore” She began to trail her finger along the length of Garrus’s burning tool, leaving a ticklish line along its surprisingly smooth surface. “And I know more than just this”
Jane let herself fall into a lust filled drive. She rose herself onto her hands and knees at Garrus’s ankles, scurrying further up his chiselled form so that his knob lay between her open thighs. Jane slowly enclosed his penis in her creamy thighs, slowly applying pressure. While Garrus simply laid back and enjoyed watching Jane’s breasts bounce and sway before him.
It was then that Garrus realized he had made a tactical error. As he felt Jane’s thighs tighten around his manhood, the pressure building on his penis causing the pleasure to boil in the base of his pelvis. He fought back the urge to let go and let Jane sweep him up in a river of lust. He fought back the ever growing feeling, each second passing the growing pleasure becoming harder and harder to contain.
But as though on some silent cue Jane released her iron grip on his meat, the pressure in his pelvis slowly decreasing. She had saved him from the embarrassing release before he had even experienced the warm glow of her glistening sex. Had she known he was so close? Had she intentionally spared him the humiliation?
Jane swivelled herself around, as though Garrus’s engorged member were some invisible axis. Jane gripped Garrus’s rugged legs just below his thighs. She hung precariously over his crotch, in a reversed Cowgirl stance, her legs flanking Garrus’s. Jane glanced over her shoulder at him, a dirty smirk accompanied a wink. “Let’s ride” Jane impaled herself on Garrus’s meat, the shockwave of pain roiled through Jane, hissing sharply. Jane became consumed by the pulsing agony, her grip on the situation slowly slipping away.
As the pain began to subside, Jane felt her control return, ready to drive herself forwards. Gripping his legs tightly Jane raised herself above Garrus’s rugged form, bouncing herself up and down with little effort, forcing her upwards with the recoil of the last impact. Garrus began to meet her descent with a push upwards of his groin, the two bodies slamming together before returning backwards.
They continued this ritual for many motions, each collision faster and more furious. After a few minutes, Garrus finally reached his limit. His body suddenly tensed, his muscles contracting, his talon like claws scraping against his tough skin. Then suddenly his body gave. His muscles relaxed, all the energy began to flow out of him as he fell back onto the soft, sweat stained sheets.
Shepard collapsed down on top of him, his muscled chest acting as a soft cushion, laying her head down, listening to the soft hum of his raging heartbeat. Garrus’s liquid, with his slowly deflating member still well entrenched inside of her, seeped out of her, running down to stain the sheets.
Sweat ran down Jane’s and Garrus’s brows, their hearts pounding and their breaths a sweet melody forged in the raging fires of their lovemaking. Jane looked up from her soft pillow, staring into his bright blue eyes. Though they seemed alien to her, they still shone with the same burning lust and desire of a human. But instead this time her eyes beamed with a child like joy rather than the lust filled brightness that had scorched into his heart mere minutes before.
Jane smiled. She ran her fingers along his chin. Snickering lightly at him. “Who said nice guys had to finish last”
Garrus grinned back at her. “Well I’m not the only runner in this race” He slowly ran a clawed hand lightly along her velvety thigh, scraping against her engorged sex and his still raging cock. “You’ve still got to reach the finish line ma’am”
“Hu hum, well” The smirk returned to haunt him once again. “I think this runner needs a little help” Garrus smiled at the offer, taking Shepards smooth hand in his, like an eagle scooping up it’s prey he directed them both towards Jane’s dripping sex, a mix of Garrus’s and her juices in a delicious cocktail.
Garrus guided Shepards hand into her dripping snatch, pressing her finger through the open wound, pressing past his engorged cock still wedged deeply within her. Garrus continued to push the finger deeper, Shepard flexing the digit to open the hole further.
Garrus’s member broke free of it’s confinement in her burning furnace, with the stone rolled away the rest of Garrus’s spunk was free to surge free of her chamber. With the opening clear Jane pressed her fingers forwards, opening the seam to allow deeper penetration, past her engorged clit and into her deep, burning centre.
Jane leant her head back, slithering her tongue into Garrus’s waiting mouth. Their tongues danced with lust. Shepard slowly felt the desire build in her stomach once again, the warm feeling bubbling up inside of her.
Suddenly the energy flowed freely out of her. She tried to scream, the noise muffled by Garrus’s mouth, it only emerging as a stifled screech. Jane’s muscles tensed, the force over powering in its strength and ferocity. But as quickly as it had come her muscles drained as the energy purged from her as she lay upon the soft cushion of her Turian lover.
Jane slowly came down from her high, gradually lowering back down into reality. For the time being Jane simply lay recovering from her orgasm, the sweet melody of Garrus’s slowly decreasing heart rate the lullaby that wafted her into sleeps loving arms.
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