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Perfect Specimen	By : CyberII Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 10099 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Do not own Mass Effect or characters, writing for fun, but not profit.

Chapter List
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- 2-Pt.2
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It felt like insanity. It was the heat of the moment after a mission, adrenaline still pumping in their veins, when Shepard grabbed her, squeezed and pulled on his lap. The inactive geth platform lay like a dead heap of tubes and limbs on the floor of the shuttle, Miranda still felt the disgusting embraces of husks on her skin, and Shepard’s touch was quite welcomed to replace that feeling…

Damn it, he felt like a perfect match for her, almost a superman in flesh, strong, brave, manly – but she still hesitated, making him wait for her to decide. Her power over him excited her, since she made him listen to her, set his primal urges aside.

The bluntness of his gesture, of him pulling her close into his kiss, into his arms right after the tough combat against the seemingly endless hordes of husks – it fired her up. She kissed him back roughly, biting his lip, digging her nails into his scalp. She searched for the clasps of his armor, feeling his gloved hands sliding up her back under the uniform jacket.

A sudden realization made her stop. The third member of their squad.
“Shepard…”

She threw a glance to the opposite row of seats. The silent turian looking outside of the shuttle window demonstratively.

“What – you think it’s not fair to leave Garrus watch us?”
It seemed like Shepard took her glance wrong.

“Maybe you’re right…”

What? He’d better never said that. Was he implying to… the things she was too embarrassed to let out?…

“Why don’t we let him join us? Invite him.”
Shepard nudged her, pointing in Garrus’ direction.

Now the glance she threw on the turian next to them was helpless and confused. Garrus turned his head, cocked it to the side, eyeing them up with those radiant eyes. Blue flecks of his irises burned her cheeks. He noticed her confusion, for sure.

“Shepard, please. Spare the humiliation...”

Shepard looked at him over the woman’s shoulder, grabbed and squeezed her round butt.
“Hey, what humiliation are you talking about? Miranda, don’t you like him? Look at this turian stud – he hadn’t fucked in months, do you imagine how horny he is?”

Garrus’ browplates moved in some kind of ‘furrowing’ imitation. He raised his hand, trying to interject, but Shepard sounded like he made up his mind and wasn’t going to change it.

“Garrus, after those stories you told me about turians free to throw an orgy on your ships, you should have a really bad case of blue balls serving on the ‘Normandy’. Don’t tell me you don’t need to ‘blow off steam’ desperately!”

The turian tightened his mandibles, looking not too excited about the details shared.
“I don’t have a fetish for humans, thank you. Frankly speaking, I never planned to try other species.”

“Screw species, she’s perfect. You won’t have another chance like it!”

“Why do you even insist? She’s your woman, and she would hardly approve…”

Something made Miranda stand up from Shepard’s lap. She swallowed and forced herself to speak, eyes lowered to the floor.
“Wait. I… I don’t mind. If so are you…”

She looked at Garrus – his light eyes were surprised, yet suspicious.
“I don’t think… it’s a good idea.”

His mild voice lacked the confidence, as he eyed her up. He was close to accepting the proposition.

Shepard smacked her butt, laughing.
“Come on, Miri, make him reconsider his cross-species policy. Humans are damn good for some things…”

Miranda felt like she was having one of her wet dreams. She made two steps towards the turian, scared by the proximity of her fantasies coming true, not sure from where to start. She knew almost nothing about the turian foreplay.

Slowly she unzipped her suit, taking it off with the most seductive look she could make to hide her uncertainty. She felt the two males devouring her with their eyes, and it was more exciting than she thought. Men – they always loved the striptease, she was going to give them a show.

Her hips swayed, when she took her breasts in her palms, squeezing them together, looking for Garrus’ reaction. He was surprisingly indifferent to it. This was going to be hard.

“Help me,” she straddled his thighs, leaning closer to him. “What do you want me to do?”

His plated face was so close, blue markings, intense eyes, sharp teeth. He was very warm, much warmer than human body, she felt it even through his armor. Guided by some instinct, or maybe curiosity, Miranda touched the unarmored part of his long neck.

He felt nice; hot suede-like skin asked to be caressed, and she gave in to this weakness. It was strange, all her expectations of him being similar to a dinosaur or something reptilian shattered – in a very nice way. Her blood still boiled with adrenaline, and she embraced him, kissing his neck fiercely, gently biting his soft skin. Garrus sighed in her ear with approval, three-fingered hands landed on her waist, pulling her closer. She arched towards him, her breasts pressed to his chestplate.

Two more hands grabbed her from behind – Shepard managed to take off his gloves and partially armor. His lips traveled along her shoulder, fingers sliding beneath her bra. He pinched her erect nipples, while long turian tongue brushed her neck. It was so hot and rough, teasing all her tender spots; Miranda’s body trembled between two amazing males, and they both wanted her, which filled her with excitement.

Her hand slid down Garrus’ thinnest waist, trying to get under his codpiece.
“Take it off.”

“You’re fast, Lawson,” the turian purred, looking into her eyes, his voice dropping lower an octave. Oh, that voice sent sparks running through her abdomen, and Shepard circled her nipples with his fingerpads right the way that drove her wild. She moaned, throwing her head back, fingers running through her strands – she didn’t care whose. Ah, the stiff and bony grip on her ass must’ve been Garrus’; Shepard tugged on her lace bra, lifting it from covering her heavy breasts. The turian lowered his eyes filled with curiosity.

“Touch them,” Miranda whispered, encouraging him. His tentative hand slid up her side, he lifted it to take the glove off. Her deft fingers caught his palm, gently peeling his gauntlet off, exposing the steel-gray plates on his thin wrist. Her heart raced, as her fingertips touched his bare hand with long and bony fingers tipped with lethal talons. Despite her fear and trembling fingers, she slowly put his hand on one of her breasts.

His fiery eyes darted up to meet hers with confused expression, long fingers resting on her curvy chest. He squeezed it gingerly, aware of his sharp talons, she tried to kiss him instinctively, quickly realizing his mouth wasn’t meant for it. Fine, she’ll stick with his neck, he seemed to love it.

Shepard wasn’t wasting his time behind her, a bulge in his pants rubbed against her lower back as his hand crawled down her panties. His rough fingertips brushed her moist folds, making her buck her hips into his hand. She gasped, grabbing on Garrus’ armored cowl, he replied with a low reverberating growl, his hand moving lower to his waist.

Shepard pulled her closer to his chest while Garrus unclasped his codpiece of armor. He took it off, a visible large bulge stretching his underarmor suit. Miranda rubbed her back against Shepard’s chest, outstretching her arm to feel that lump on Garrus’ crotch. Damn, he was big and incredibly hot. She slid her other arm behind her back, reaching for Shepard’s erection. Now both of their cocks were in her hands, and sweet flanging sighs mixed with hoarse groans, as she ran her fingers along them through the fabric.

“Now that’s my girl,” Shepard gave her a brutal short kiss, leaving her lips chafed raw with his stubble, pulling her hair to turn her head to him. “You know what to do – show him…”

The woman bent forward, kneeling before Garrus, not worrying about the ethics anymore. She enjoyed it, both strong gorgeous men ready to fill her with their cocks. She found the fastenings on turian pants, releasing his stiff member, and gasped in awe, measuring it with her eyes.

“So that’s you ‘reach’ you bragged about, huh? Told you, man, she’s gonna love it,” Shepard smirked mischievously. “Come on, sweetheart, don’t make us wait any longer…”

He nudged Miranda, pushing her closer to the blue rod standing right before her eyes, while he was unzipping his own fly. She wrapped her fingers around the turian girth, enjoying the hotness, thin silky skin and ridged texture. He was covered in natural lubricant, so she tasted it cautiously with the tip of her tongue, circling the pointed head. Garrus uttered a questioning gasp, his hard as steel cock pulsing in her hand, taloned fingers caught her bare shoulder.

He tasted… alien, but damn nice. Miranda let his cock slip into her mouth, working her tongue on it and rubbing his length. She heard Shepard chuckling behind her, as he pulled her thongs down her legs, greedy fingers groping her buttocks. His shaft prodded her already wet entrance; he slapped her round butt and guided his manhood inside of her moist resisting flesh. She moaned with the turian cock sliding deeper between her lips, feeling the human one entering her, stretching her pussy.

Shepard plunged all his length into her to the very hilt, the same moment Garrus’ tip touched the back of her throat. Her head bobbing matched the insistent rhythm Shepard set from the start. She felt his pent-up lust for her, accumulated through the time she’s been keeping him waiting, and now was the perfect moment for her to receive it all. Garrus kept holding back, as calm as he could make an impression with his pulsing cock buried deep in her mouth, but his shivering, convulsive jerks of his hips, small duotone sounds he was making spoke volumes. That felt like a challenge for her.

Miranda held her breath and let his twitching shaft fill her throat, her lips reaching for the base of it, where it emerged from the groin plates. Shepard slammed into her pussy relentlessly, making her lift her hips for a better angle. He was awesome, hitting the right spots, taking her roughly; she should’ve done it earlier – or maybe not, otherwise he won’t be so full of unreleased frustration. In and out and forcefully in again, primal rhythm, two ways she was fucked by the most impressive men she ever knew, and she loved every inch of both cocks pounding into her from both ends.

Shepard’s breath became short and uneven, Miranda felt the heat building up her core too. His frantic thrusts approached their release, he was already catching air, shivers running through his body. He thrust his cock all the way inside of her vagina – half-withdrew and slammed once again, his groan low and guttural as his seed spilled deep inside of her.

Miranda was close too, she circled her clit with one hand, rocking her hips against his still rigid member, feeling her body clenching and spasming in response to his orgasmic shudder. Garrus’ long fingers got tangled in her hair, tightening with every thrust; he threw away his stoic façade to reward her efforts with melodious trills and gasps. Breathing hurt her lungs, his massive cock forcing her to fight for oxygen between the deep penetrations. Her whole body tensed in approach of explosive sensation, her eyes rolled back, the turian shaft muffling her cry of pleasure when she came finally.

She felt like she forgot how to breath, white-hot moment of release leaving her blind for a moment. Her knees shook, she grabbed Garrus’ waist for support – his eyes were veiled with lust, he clenched his razor-sharp teeth, and his cock throbbing violently reminded her of an unfinished part of their spontaneous orgy.

She moved her head faster, her tightened lips going all the way from the base to the rim of his head; just a few more thrusts, and his hand, holding her hair, pressed her head to his groin with a sharp jerky motion. She almost choked on his twitching cock, and then felt the burst of his hot semen deep in her throat. Garrus arched, his whole frame strained with orgasm, an alien flanging growl coming through his teeth, intertwining with soft moaning sounds. He threw his head back, baring his vulnerable throat, mandibles trembling, as his hand caressed her hair gently. He leaned against the wall of a shuttle, tense shoulders relaxing, and let her go.

Finally she collapsed on the floor, panting, licking her lips from the last drops of the thick fluid. Shepard lowered himself side by side with her, his hand landed heavily on the curve of her hip. They exchanged weary glances.

“Sweet Spirits,” Garrus was the first to come up with any words, “Humans, what are you doing to me?...”

“You wanna complain?” Shepard laughed curtly. “Miri, what the fuck, this guy’s not happy with your job, you have to try harder…”

“That’s not what I…” the turian started, when Joker’s voice over the intercom interjected.

“Commander, you’re not planning to leave the shuttle today? Can’t blame you, sometimes I feel like crawling under the console and staying there…”
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