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Necessary	By : ShadowMeld Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 5320 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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God, she knew the drell was taking pleasure in her coming undone. With Thane she had needed to coax him at first, but once set to a task he was voracious. She was sure she’d actually whimpered at the intensity of Thane when he’d tasted her. That skill and finesse that made him one of the galaxy’s most elite assassins seemed to flow effortlessly into everything he did, including sex.

And it seemed the galaxy’s only living prothean was in possession of similar talent. Normally a very self-possessed, and aggressive commander, Shepard found herself having to stifle her cries against her arm as Javik teased her. That pointed tongue was far more agile than she would ever have expected, and longer too. The prothean had gone from licking the nectar from her nether lips and sucking the swollen pearl under her hood to tracing those delicate folds down to her entrance.

The agile tip of that inquisitive tongue brushed over her opening at first, testing, making the Commander shiver in awful anticipation. Soon though she felt that silky muscle very, very slowly sliding inside her. The sensation made Shepard’s toes curl and back arch dramatically as Thane held her thighs. God, to feel that unexpectedly long tongue stretching her open slowly, rubbing her walls and that rough patch that made her hips rock.

She couldn’t express the strange thrill of arousal as her calves brushed over his armored crest. Damn it all, they’d barely gotten started and she was already so close. Just the sight of Javik’s head between her legs was getting her close, but it was too embarrassing to come so early. The commander closed her eyes, trying to wrestle back a bit of that fragile control before she suddenly choked on a moan. Shepard’s breath trembled as she looked down and saw Thane pulling back her hood, his fused fingers slick as they massaged her stiff clit. The assassin’s dark eyes were set on her and smiling darkly as he rolled that tender jewel, making her thighs shake.

“I think it is time for your first, Siha. It will leave you more relaxed and sensitive for our prothean companion.” There was no stopping the ominous build of heat that signaled her coming climax. All she could do was shudder on a hot sob as Javik’s tongue stroked and Thane rubbed her to that ultimate finish.

Shepard came hard as Thane guided her all the way through, making it good, making it last. When she finally was down from the high the Commander was left dazed. Her unfocused gaze settled on the sight of Javik sitting up, a pointed tongue rolling over that aristocratic mouth. He looked smug, a low rumbling growl resonating in his throat as he looked down at her, the sound edging on possessive.

Shepard stared right back, and it was the first time that she laid eyes on the prothean’s cock. It was definitely different than that of a human male, but similar as well. It was heavy and of a bright hue that matched the ribbing nestled at the prothean’s throat. The base was wider and seemed more textured, its crown more sloped but looking perfect. Altogether, the sight was definitely pleasing. She didn’t know what it was about alien cocks that made so many of them like sex toys. When she’d first seen Thane completely naked she’d nearly melted at the generous length and the ribbing that traveled up the base which had felt so fucking good.

The prothean seemed to sense her reaction, a feral smile dark across his face before a growl rolled through the room. That sulfurous gaze looked hungry, and for a moment the Commander was sure that Javik was about to pounce.

Just as she saw those ropy muscles begin to tense, Thane wrapped his arms around the looming cyan torso. Javik visibly tensed at first, his hard body obviously full of tension, before the drell’s hands tightened on him, drawing a low growl from the prothean. For some reason this was followed by an eager jerk of Javik’s lovely cock. Thane was running his hands down the body, and finally came to wrap around the prothean’s length. Javik grunted as Thane began to work his hand up and down the heavy flesh, his breath slowly getting shorter as the narrow hips rolled into that firm grip. “Patience, Javik. We have all night.”

She watched in fascination as wetness seemed to seep from the deeply flushed organ. Thane was looming behind Javik, and nipped at the prothean’s throat, holding him tight as he pushed him toward Shepard’s spread legs. The commander could see the conflict in Javik as it was clearly against his will that he was excited by Thane’s dominance.

Shepard had to bite down a groan as Javik was pressed forward, and the flared tip of his length rubbed over her tender sex. The Commander was wet, and still sensitive, and the brush made her hips arch into the touch. She’d just come, but already more cream was moistening her, and Shepard moaned. She felt Thane’s fingers brushing her sore folds, and the nudge as he started guiding Javik in.

“Damned drell…” An animalistic growl tore through the air, and it made Shepard shiver. She knew Thane was holding the prothean back, that the old warrior was burning with the desire to mount her, but forced to slide in inch by inch. Somehow that only made her that much more aroused, knowing that it was –killing- Javik to wait, but that he had no choice. She was very familiar with Thane’s sadistic little quirks in bed, and she knew how agonizing it could be.

The stretch felt indescribably good, and the alien texture on that gorgeous cock only stimulated more. “Fuck!” the Commander tossed her head back, her groan mixing with Javik’s roar of satisfaction as he was let loose enough to slam home inside her.

God it was good. For all Javik’s denial about his heat the prothean was fucking like his life depended on it. His strong hands wrapped around Shepard’s hips, and the Commander groaned as Javik ground her wet sex against him as he sank in deep. The officer pressed into the alien for more. Javik was taking her hard when she suddenly felt him jolt.

“My, my… what have we here…” Javik was suddenly still and stiff above her, and then a tremendous shudder traveled through his body. Though what really intrigued was the strange whining purr that shuddered through the prothean’s chest after.

“How dare…” Javik started to growl, though it got cut off by a low groan.

Thane’s dark eyes were full of mischief as one hand stroked down the prothean’s side, the other unaccounted for was behind the prothean, touching a place that seemed to make Javik’s breath halt. “It would seem, Commander, that there is something else about prothean biology that we were not informed of.”

“What…?”

Thane did something that made Javik squirm inside her, a warm frisson of pleasure making her arch. “They are hermaphroditic. Our Javik has a feminine sex. It’s wet and dripping on my fingers. Interesting…” Thane’s deep voice sounded pleased and contemplative. It seemed he was exploring that place, if the movement and noises from the frustrated Javik were any indication.

“I am not a female, drell. We do not define ourselves in term of primitives. Do not… we are more advanced… facing extinction. Measures had to be taken…”

“Like altering your sex? Prudent. If heavy handed.”

“Necessary. So few… to rebuild an empire. But it all proved for naught… nothing but ghosts─”

Shepard could see the grim bent of Javik’s thoughts, and abruptly she cut him off the only way she knew how in such a situation. She kissed him. The prothean was tense at first, but Shepard stroked his flanks to soothe him, tightening around the length still firm inside her.

It was hard for him, but bit by bit Javik was relaxing again, his breathing deep and hard against her lips. His hips gave aborted jerks against her, and she knew that Thane was playing with the prothean’s opening.

Javik gasped again, and suddenly green flared up between them and for a long moment she shared an impression of what Javik was feeling. The Commander jerked in the strong foreign pleasure. There was the tightness of a hot cavern around a part she didn’t have, and then burning, melting pleasure of agile fingers touching places long ignored. God, the pleasure was so impossibly intense from those fingers, she was short of breath. “Oh God, oh fuck…”

Those fingers paused, and she heard Thane’s voice beyond the body on top of her, “Siha? What is it?”

“Jesus Thane, I felt it too. Javik…shared something with me.”

The prothean’s yellow eyes opened a little wider on the commander, and for the first time Javik actually looked a bit embarrassed, “forgive me, Commander… I did not… intend to transfer that.”

Shepard shook her head, “I don’t mind, Javik. Actually,” it was the commander’s turn to glance away a bit, “It felt rather good. Intense, but amazing. I could feel what you were, it was…different.”

Seeing that there was not a problem seemed to return Thane’s playful nature, “ah, yes. Different indeed. Javik’s sex is not quite like yours, Siha. More like one of my species actually, quite smooth on the outside, but a very sensitive channel. You feel very acutely, don’t you Javik? I imagine we will be very, as you said… compatible.”

A shudder seemed to pass through the prothean, and totally unbidden the commander thought about the ribbing that accented the base of Thane’s cock and just how that would feel rubbing inside of a sex as sensitive as Javik’s. Shepard actually bucked her hips as she received the distinct impression of intense arousal and embarrassment. It was a moment before she realized that these were Javik’s emotions, that the prothean was aching with desire at the thought, even if it shamed him. Still the thought excited her, and she found her nails digging into the prothean’s flanks as she imagined Javik transferring that to her.

Still though, she could feel the unease lingering with Javik, and it disturbed her. Shepard reached out and started stroking up and down the prothean’s shuddering form, trying to relieve him. “Relax Javik, there’s nothing wrong with this,” the commander intoned, her soft lips moving up to meet the obstinate set of Javiks, which slowly but surely began engage.

“The Commander is correct, Javik. Allow yourself this one indulgence. Too long have you fought with no reward. You can trust me, I will not hurt you.”

A flare of green and she was carried off into the prothean’s perspective again, and she cried out in time with Javik as Thane’s thick erection slid home. Javik’s cock was hard and she was hot and tight around him, she could feel his need, the demanding press of heat that made his every thrust better. Javik’s sex was wet, and throbbed in eager appreciation at being mounted from behind. It made something visceral in the prothean throb, just like riding the commander hard had.

Half the noises from Javik were somewhere between a growl and a moan, as it seemed she had been right about how Thane would feel. Javik’s alien sex was so sensitive, and stretched tightly around Thane’s length. As the drell slid deeply in and out of the shuddering entrance, those ridges rubbed against the prothean’s sensitive walls, making his lean hips jerk and his swollen cock buck into the commander. God she could feel it too, and as Thane loomed over them it was like he was fucking them both. His thrust would drive the panting Javik into her, and as he withdrew they both would move. Though it was just like him to set the pace, to pleasure and tease until both she and Javik were crying out, their respective orifices sore and near melting with pleasure.

The boundaries between them disappeared to the point that it was difficult to tell if it was her own body feeling these sensations or that of Thane or Javik. She felt a hot wet place around her thrusting length, and her body shuddering with desperate pleasure while she raised a honeyed orifice against her fucking. The commander heard harsh growls and felt clutching hands all over as their bodies ground harshly together. Every thrust was magnified as it echoed through them all, and it was hard not to whimper against the onslaught of pleasure when a rough thrust worked at a tender cunt.

It was inevitable that the climax would come, and it threatened to be shattering. It was hard to tell who came first between them, but when one did, they all tipped over the edge. It was almost too much as the orgasm echoed through them all, and even the more sedate Thane loosed a groan.

Returning back to her own body was strangely disorienting after sharing feelings with Javik and Thane. But she was definitely exhausted. She could almost see Javik looking more relaxed. He groaned heavily, fortunately rolling to the side before he collapsed on her. A soft groan as Thane withdrew from him, and then Shepard found herself looking into the sated drell’s dark gaze. She pressed a bit against him, and laughed as he just looked at her. She was a bit startled, though pleased when another strong arm came to wrap around her waist. It seemed orgasm had found Javik in good spirits, as the prothean pressed himself against her back. He breathed her in, and she heard a low rolling that sounded very like a purr before the prothean settled down even more.

“My thanks, Commander. And to you, drell. That was of aid.”

“Anytime Javik.” Shepard seemed to pause as there was silence, “you’re a valuable member of this team. I like you, and you’re a damned good lay.”

“Agreed. You are welcome to our bed anytime, Enkindler.”

Javik didn’t say anything, but somehow she could tell that he was content. After a night like that, it didn’t take long for the lot of them to fall asleep, and soon enough the Commander was out like a light.

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Shepard awoke to the sound of a soft patrician moan. She opened her eyes as the quiet noise was accompanied by muffled movement and a low groan. The commander barely stopped herself from moving when her eyes finally focused on the sight before her. As they’d slept Thane had been right in front of her and Javik behind, but it seemed the prothean had moved. At the moment the ancient warrior was positioned between Thane’s strong muscled thighs. Javik had a harsh hold on the drell’s taut ass as he pounded into the other alien.

Though the drell was usually quiet he couldn’t seem to stifle the low moans and gasps that curled from his lips as the prothean took him deeply. “You wanted to take the lust delayed for 50,000 years, then I will oblige you,” Javik growled as he leaned heavily over the assassin, engaging him in a violent clash of lips as he bred into the other.

“I can handle all that you have, Enkindler,” Thane’s smooth voice taunted, the words interrupted by only the slightest hitch of breath.

The challenge seemed to spur the prothean on, and Javik growled as he lifted the drell’s firm thighs higher taking the leverage so he could control the depth and pace of the harsh fucking. “We will see.”

Shepard had gone from near asleep to wide awake and mortifyingly aroused in moments. Afraid as she was to disturb the sight before her, all the commander could do was try and shift her thighs together against the moisture that dampened her.

Unfortunately, it seemed that even such a small motion was disturbance enough to alert the two trained men. Both aliens paused, and Shepard went still on instinct. Javik suddenly breathed deeply, taking in some unknown scent just before all four yellow eyes turned to the commander. That gaze was burning with desire.

The prothean smiled, showing too many too sharp teeth. “Worry not, Commander. I will attend to you next.”

Shepard began to wonder just what it was she and Thane had gotten themselves into.

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