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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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“Good boy,” Shepard said, and, tightening her grip again, began sliding her hand up and down his cock in rapid motions. He hummed in pleasure, forgetting that she couldn’t hear his encouragement. Not that she needed it. Her body was soft and warm against his, a contrast to his usual turian partners, more reminiscent of the asari he’d spent time with in the past.
“Remember,” Shepard whispered in his ear, “this pleasure comes from me. Because you obeyed me, accepted my authority. Accepted that I could command you. And now you’re mine, Adrien.” Her soft fingers brushed at the tip of his cock, and he moaned loudly. “Aren’t you?”
He growled, and with an effort, managed a harsh “Yes”. He could tell she wanted a clear response.
“Very good,” Shepard replied, resuming her vigorous movements. “But if you don’t mind, Adrien, I’ll be making quite sure of that. After all, you said that you wanted me to hypnotize you, and I haven’t done that yet. It’d be cruel to deny you something you wanted.” She kept her hand moving, and Victus hitched his breath in as he felt himself start to tremble. He hadn’t lasted long at all. Not with Shepard’s skilled hand coaxing him towards a sweet release.
Victus sagged back against Shepard as he spurted his seed across the floor in front of him, a small part of him feeling embarrassed at the mess - the rest of him not caring in the least, not with the warm sensations of pleasure flooding through him. Her breath was warm against his neck, and she was starting to gently lower him to the floor. Of course she wouldn’t be able to support him for long. She put him into a kneeling position, and in his drained state he didn’t have the energy to change it. Victus was still humming, a sound vibrating through his entire being. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt like this, and it was no trouble at all to just sit there and enjoy the sensations.
“Open your eyes.”
Shepard’s tone wasn’t commanding or demanding, but still with an air that indicated she expected to be obeyed. Victus opened his eyes to the tantalizing sight of Shepard’s gold necklace, spinning in the light mere centimeters away from his face. His mandibles flared out and he felt something … odd … in his stomach. Similar to what he’d felt before. That strange mixture of wonder and arousal.
Shepard began to swing the necklace back in forth in front of his face, and his eyes started tracking its movements. “Look at the necklace, Adrien,” she said. “Watch how it moves, how it catches the light. You can’t look away. You must keep watching it. The necklace is pulling you in, bringing you under my spell. You are helpless to resist it. Each pass of the necklace removes your resistance, bringing you closer to a state of complete relaxation.”
Victus was finding it hard to follow Shepard’s exact words as she kept talking, her tone low and husky. His world had shrank to the feel of his knees on her floor, the sight of the necklace swinging in front of him, the sound of her voice doing exactly what she said it would.
“You must keep your eyes open, Adrien, even though they are straining to close,” Shepard said, and just like that he felt the urge to close his eyes. But Shepard had told him to keep them open, so he did.
“Eyes on the necklace, Adrien, and listening to my voice, letting it relax you, letting it take you closer to a state of perfect obedience…”
His eyes were so heavy. His control wavered for an instant, his lids falling down. He snapped them open again, noticing a satisfied smile flicker across Shepard’s face. She paused, took a deep breath, and then leaned in to draw a finger down his mandible.
“You’re feeling relaxed and sleepy,” Shepard hummed. Just like that, his eyelids tried to close again. “You may close your eyes, Adrien, and start sinking into a deep, hypnotic sleep for me.”
Victus let out a long, contented sigh as his eyes closed. He didn’t think he could open them again if he tried. Shepard moved around to stand behind him, her hands on his shoulders. She started massaging them gently, leaning forward so that her mouth was right next to his ear. “Sleep,” she said, and he felt consciousness lurch away from him. Warmth flooded his body, the warmth of complete relaxation - and desire.
A loud sound made him jump, bringing him out of the trance, and he saw Shepard staring down at him, her hand falling to her side. She smiled and said “Sleep, Adrien,” sending him down into that warm place again.
He heard, as though from a distant place, the sound of Shepard’s voice. He couldn’t quite make out the words, but somehow he heard himself responding anyway. Another loud sound - he caught the sight of her fingers finishing the snap this time as he looked at her. She laid a hand against the side of his face and he closed his eyes instinctively, wanting to revel in the touch.
“Sleep,” she breathed. He couldn’t have resisted, even if he’d wanted to. Again he heard Shepard speaking to him, again he heard himself respond - all without knowing what had actually been said. But this time, after his response, her words started coming into focus.
“ … two, one, remaining in a deep trance but able to hear me and respond,” Shepard said. “Can you hear me, Adrien?”
“Yes,” Adrien said. He felt … good. Completely free of anything other than a blissful sensation that intensified when Shepard drew a hand down his mandible. He shivered and hummed his delight.
“You’ve done very well so far, Adrien,” Shepard said. Adrien’s hum changed to a trill at the praise. “But this is only the beginning. I’m going to give you some new truths that you will say to yourself, believing it a little bit more each time you do so. Can you do that for me?”
He answered her with a low, vibrating hum. Shepard reached out her hand and tilted his chin up so that he was looking into her eyes. He shivered slightly. “Answer me, Adrien.”
“Yes, Shepard,” he said.
“Good boy,” Shepard told him, and he felt himself puff up at the praise. She bent slightly and put her mouth right next to his ear, her breath hot against his skin once more. He was humming again, held in a delightful, anticipatory state.
“Repeat after me,” she said. “I will obey Shepard.”
“I will obey Shepard,” he repeated dutifully, and was surprised to actually feel something, like a warmth coming from inside and wrapping itself around him.
“Obeying Shepard gives me pleasure.”
As Adrien opened his mouth to repeat her words, Shepard ran a hand up the back of his neck to his fringe. He shuddered as he finished speaking, the warm cocoon around him growing more intense.
“The more I obey, the more pleasure I feel,” he said when Shepard prompted him. “The more pleasure I feel, the more I want to obey.”
Shepard played with the ends of his fringe, her light touch sending a shiver down his spine. “Good boy. I want you to play with yourself while you repeat your new truths, to drive them home that much more.”
“I will obey Shepard,” Adrien said, looking up at her. She smiled and walked away. He wanted to beg her to come back, to bring him more pleasure, but she had commanded him to repeat his new truths to himself. So he did.
“Obeying Shepard gives me pleasure.”
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Shepard walk over to Vakarian and rest her hands on his hips. Vakarian purred at the touch as Shepard leaned in to say something to him.
“The more I obey, the more pleasure I feel.”
Vakarian’s expression was equal parts vacant and anticipatory as Shepard brought them over to her bed, pushing Vakarian down gently. His cock was full and erect as Shepard positioned herself over it.
“The more pleasure I feel, the more I want to obey.”
Shepard was riding Vakarian now, her legs tucked against his, her hands on his chest. Adrien’s hand closed around his cock, and a small part of his brain wished that he was on the bed underneath her, instead of Vakarian.
“I will obey Shepard.”
He wasn’t a voyeur. He was rarely intimate with more than one person at a time. But watching Shepard ride Vakarian while he repeated Shepard’s words was making him more turned on than he had ever been in his entire life.
“Cum now.”
Shepard had ordered Vakarian, but Adrien couldn’t help but follow her command. Because he wanted to obey, had to obey Shepard.
Adrien didn’t know how long he stood there in a mental haze, hand wrapped around his spent cock. He was barely aware of the drumbeat in the back of his mind, his own voice chanting I will obey Shepard, I will obey Shepard. He regained some awareness when Shepard moved in front of him, running a hand down his mandible. He shivered. How long had it been since he walked through her door? It didn’t seem like long enough for her to have put him under her control as firmly as she had. He looked up at her with an expression just short of adoring, his mental cadence shifting. Obeying Shepard gives me pleasure. The more pleasure I feel, the more I want to obey.
I want to obey Shepard.
“Please,” he said aloud. Another day, another situation, and he’d have been embarrassed at the pleading tone he had taken, how much need he had let slip into his voice.
Shepard patted his cheek and leaned in to kiss him. It was a new experience, her soft skin against his hard plate, her tongue warm and questing inside his mouth. He practically melted under her touch as he struggled to return the kiss, mind blanking on what he was supposed to do. Shepard’s tongue met his own in a surprisingly electric sensation. He had started humming again.
She took a step back and he gave an involuntary cry at the loss of connection. With that knowing smile she’d been wearing all night, she placed her hands on his hips and caressed them gently.
(He’d lost his clothing at some point. He had absolutely no idea when that had occurred.)
His humming increased in pitch slightly, going from delirious contentment to an ever-increasing need. For the third time that night his cock was hardening, another notable occurrence for a turian of his years. Knowing that it was because he’d yielded control to Shepard was both unnerving and exciting. Adrien hadn’t realized how much of a guilty pleasure submitting to another’s will could be. His instincts were telling him that he should be the one in charge, he should be bringing Shepard to her knees. His cock, as it had previously, was telling him in no uncertain terms that he needed to continue and quit worrying about the fact that he was following her orders.
“Adrien,” Shepard said. He hummed slightly louder in response. “I’m going to count to three. When I do, you will be awake and aware, but remembering everything that has happened, still feeling the desire to obey, still feeling pleasure from obedience.” She smiled at him. “And one last thing … that you won’t remember consciously, but you will remember.”
His curiosity was piqued as she leaned in to whisper something in his ear. The words seemed to blow through his head without his brain recognizing what they were, but somehow he knew they were still sticking. If he’d had the capacity to do so, he might have marveled at what she was able to do with him in a trance.
Shepard took a step back. “One. Two.” She paused. “Three.”
It was like a fog had lifted from Adrien’s mind. He was more aware of what had gone on, aware that there had been changes made - but not bothered by them in the least. He looked at her, his mandibles flared in curiosity and anticipation.
“On your knees, Adrien,” she said in a firm tone.
“Yes, Mistress,” he said. As the words left his mouth, as his knees touched the ground, he felt pleasure surge in him, almost making him cry out loud from the intensity of it. Mistress. I called her Mistress. He tested his feelings about it - and once again, couldn’t bring himself to be anything other than pliant and obedient.
“Your desire cannot be contained, Adrien,” Shepard said. His skin heated up instantly. “You want nothing more than to unleash your desires and fuck me hard, thinking of nothing but your own pleasure, feeling nothing but unbridled desire. You will not hold back - but you will always know that I am permitting this to happen, that I am giving you the best sex you have ever had, and it will solidify your obedience to me. Do you understand, Adrien?”
His first attempt at words stuck in his throat, unable to get past the low hum of anticipation. He swallowed, and tried again. “Yes, Mistress.”
Shepard smiled. “Good boy. Now, give into your feelings."
He was on his feet in a liquid motion, vocalizing something between a hum and a growl as he roughly pinned Shepard against the nearest wall. He took only a moment to let his head hover next to hers, inhaling her sweet scent, before his hands dragged down her sides to rest on her soft hips. They weren’t as interesting as a turian’s, so he indulged in a bit of curiosity and reached around to caress her buttocks. Those were much more interesting, especially when Shepard moaned softly at his attentions. Adrien’s pulse raced and, for just a moment, he tried to tamp his desires down to explore Shepard’s responses more.
But he’d let her conditioning sink in too deeply and the impulse was forgotten in the next moment as his cock brushed against her thighs. A light touch, but enough to set him growling and shifting to get closer to her cunt. His first indication of how wet she was came when he started sliding inside and felt no resistance, only a quivering anticipation. Shepard let out a loud moan, which encouraged him to pick up the pace. He kept her hands pinned against the wall as he started thrusting upwards. Adrien was sure that he’d never felt so full - of desire, anticipation, need - and was somewhat surprised that he hadn’t come already. His cock was still urging him forward and he was not at all loath to listen to it.
“Yes, Adrien,” Shepard breathed, causing him to pick up the pace slightly. He let her hands go, but kept his own pressed against the wall for leverage. She trailed her hands over his sides. “You’re doing very well, Adrien, so well, you are pleasing your Mistress, and the more you please her, the more pleasure you feel yourself…”
Adrien cried out loudly as he climaxed. He pressed himself up against Shepard and kept moving his hips, though at a much less frenetic pace than before. His cries turned to soft whimpers as Shepard pushed back against him. He felt like he was melting against her, his bones turning to jelly and no longer able to support his weight. Shepard reached up and laid a hand against his cheek. “Good boy, Adrien,” she said quietly. He rumbled his appreciation of the praise. “Very good.”
“Thank you, Mistress,” he mumbled. Shepard guided him gently over towards the bed, and he noticed for the first time that Vakarian was already there. He would have protested, but Shepard laid down with her back to Vakarian and then pulled him to her. He was in no position to resist, and his start towards protesting melted away into blissful contentment. And then, not long after, sleep.
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