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In Command	By : CyberII Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 6314 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Do not own Mass Effect or characters, writing for fun, but not profit.

Chapter List
- 1-In Command
- 2-Pt.2
- 3-Pt.3
- 4-Fin.
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Miranda unclasped her bra, letting it slide off, crossed arms under her breasts, pushing them up for him to take a good look. His smug grin grew wider, she gave him a sly smile in return. He pulled her closer, gingerly touching the pink circle of her areola with his talon’s backside.

“Hmm, soft,” he murmured almost inaudibly, dipping his head into her cleavage. His long tongue left a wet trail on her skin, and when it circled one of her already sensitive nipples, she had to grab his cowl for support. Shivers and sparks ran through her body, making her arch her back, a long reedy arm seized her round the middle, steadying her. Another hand grope her knee, making her part her legs, armored palm slid down her stomach to the last lace triangle. Miranda gasped, the electric sensation caught her by surprise, yet she craved it already.

“Soaking wet down there,” she heard his chuckle between the licks.

“What else did you expect making me wet for you?” she panted, burying her flushed face in his neck.

“And I’ve been thinking that ‘making wet’ saying is about your human sweating,” his tongue lapped her breast again.

His bony fingers explored her pussy, the heat of his touch set her on fire even through the thin fabric. He felt her body trembling and let his hand slip under her panties, gently nipping on her breasts. She couldn’t help herself, but thrust her hips in his hand, when a rough hot fingerpad short-circuited her clit, other fingers rubbing her moist folds on their way to her entrance.

Garrus paused to pull her remaining piece of cloth off, made her change her position, her back pressed to his angular chest, legs spread wide by his thighs and his chin resting on her shoulder. She felt his heavy breath and some kind of rumble deep in his chest, his hard member insistently rubbing against her ass cheeks. And then his long arms were back all over her body, teasing, rubbing squeezing, caressing; and his tongue… it just snaked down from where his head rested all the way to her nipples. Holy Mother of God, Miranda though, there was no way to experience that with a human man; her thoughts cut off by those hot fingertips on the sensitive nub, aching for attention. He studied the jerks of her body, her moans, incoherent whispering, how she reacted to the various kinds of sensual stimulation, occasionally pressing her closer and nibbling on her neck, visibly restraining himself from further actions. The pace of his fingers sliding along her slick folds was agonizingly slow, it drove her insane. Cerberus, Project Lazarus, Collectors, Shepard – all was forgotten, her universe narrowed to the scorching hot embrace of her unexpected lover. And when his taloned finger slowly and cautiously entered her, she mewled his name, thrusting her hips into his palm. He steadied her, pushing into her vagina digit after digit, and the mere heat inside of her drove her over the edge. She felt tight knot building up in her abdomen, shooting electricity through her body, her legs muscles contracting convulsively. Her whole body arched and grew rigid as the room exploded around her in blinding white flash. She came, gasping for air, moaning something inarticulate just for him again and again, intense waves of delight making her body clench and pulse with pure bliss.

When her senses returned to her, the ceiling still was spinning slightly; her whole frame still shook in postorgasmic waves rippling through her. She closed her eyes, still seeing stars on the backside of her eyelids, trying to catch her breath, feeling Garrus’ hot grasp, some kind of purring she felt more through his chest than the translator. His hands and tongue still caressed her tenderly.

“You’re, ah, rather quick to finish,” he murmured with amusement, “Do all humans prefer ‘quickies’?”

“Tease,” Miranda breathed out as soon as could control her voice, “Just you wait, human women recover fast.”

“Can’t wait for it,” Garrus’ voice was quiet and soft, but the thick flanging gave out his impatience, “It’s getting… hardly tolerable.”

“And what stopped you before?” Miranda turned to him, “After that urgency when you made me confess I’d try it with you - I was pretty sure you’ll be screwing my brains out in no time…”

His half-lidded eyes focused on her.

“Ah, sorry, I made that impression… Didn’t want to look like an asshole thinking only about my own satisfaction.”

She blinked questioningly. Straddled his lean thighs to face him and embraced his long neck.

“Whoa, Vakarian, look what I found here… So, under all your armor, badass and gloomy attitude hides a really nice guy?”

“It’s a turian thing, I guess,” he started, “Think about the others first…”

She cut him off with a kiss, as passionate as it could be with someone without proper lips. He tried to return it though. Her hand landed on his rigid pulsing cock, drawing a gasp from him when she ran her fingers from base to the tip.

She slid between his long legs on her knees, throwing a lustful gaze on him.

“I think you’re the kind of a nice guy that deserves better…”

His burning blue eyes watched her intently, when she stroke his long ridged shaft, traced her tongue along his length. Hoping not to end up with a dislocated jaw she circled the tip of his cock with her tongue, licked its ridges and let it slide into her mouth, lowering her head. It slipped in, while she was teasing its underside. He tasted alien, yet not unpleasant. She traced that hot delicate surface, raising her eyes to meet his. He leaned back, head tilted, eyes wide, fixated on her lips wrapped around the tip of his cock. His mandibles quivered giving out his excitement. She gave him a harder suck, driving him deeper inside of her mouth, tenderly squeezing its base with her hand. Garrus’ breath was cut off, he froze, hand reaching out for her hair. She shifted a bit, still with his cock in her mouth, pushed her breasts upper, took them in her hands and squeezed his length between them. His held breath escaped his lungs with a sexiest duotone moan she ever heard; she joined, moaning while still sucking on his tip and rubbing his shaft between her fleshy mounds…

“Holy shit, pinch me, EDI! Do you see that… what I see?”

“That isn’t covered by my primary functions, Mr. Moreau, but I’m aware that, based on my additional data, your actions are unethical towards the crew.”

“You ain’t my Mom… See, I just hoped they will… I mean, they better not try to start another fight. We had enough of Jack!”

“They didn’t, Jeff.”

“But they could… Ah, hell, why am I making excuses? No one will ever know about it anyway. I’m so keeping it to myself!”

She felt his cock twitching, when she stroke it with her tongue, squeezed between her breasts, let it enter her mouth. She explored his alien texture with her lips, giving him a good suck; she felt he was close by the grip on her strands, his melodious sounds, not picking by translator anymore. She didn’t need the translation for those ones. She decided to give it a try.

Miranda released his member from her breasts, locking her fingers on his waist. She lifted her head, smiling at the sight of his absolutely stunned expression – even the hardly readable turian face bore a look of astonishment at the moments like that. She took a breath and let him slide along her tongue deeper in her throat.

Garrus gasped. He choked on his breath. Apparently he didn’t experience anything like that before. His fingers, holding a handful of her long hair, just froze, slightly shaking. His angular hips jerked – and she moved her head forward, letting him enter her mouth fully, up to the hilt. He was either swearing or praying – heavy waves of flanging and short snaps of words, which didn’t translate as complete sentences, accompanied by deep uneven rumbling inside of his chest. He was ecstatic about her mouth pleasing him, strokes getting slow and long. She couldn’t take her eyes off of his grace, head thrown back, exposing almost pearlish skin under armored chin; these radiant blue eyes rolled, dagger-like teeth exposed by his mouth agape. He was alien, he was dangerous, he was striking… She felt her body heating up for him again.

“Ah, Miri, I…” she heard him mutter under his breath; the lean muscles of his body straining, making him arch. Such an alien body, such a common reaction, Miranda thought with an inner smile. His cock twitched hard in her mouth before filling it with thick, slightly sugary taste of his load. Carefully she rubbed his organ, teasing its sensitive underside with her tongue, until the hot stream and pulsing ceased and the flanging of the turian voice went soft and sweet. Garrus’ talons left feathery light touch, caressing her hair, his chest heavily rising.

“Nice shot,” she smiled, licking his shaft clean.

“Scratch one,” he reacted mechanically, still almost breathless. Slightly chuckled, shivering with delight, and added.

“That was a headshot, wasn’t it?”

Miranda snorted.

“You’re impossible, Vakarian.”

His shaky hand caught her by her shoulder and pulled up onto his lap again.

“Don’t you like it about me?”

She felt his long arms encircling her, his mouthplates nuzzling on her neck.

“Well, actually I’ve noticed you’re tastier that I could expect…”

He looked at her with half-lidded and dreamy eyes.

“What, you’d do that to me even if I wasn’t?”

“You have no idea, how nasty our men could taste,” Miranda suppressed a giggle, leaving a kiss on his undamaged cheekplate. Garrus tilted his head.

“And you still do it to them?.. Are human women, like, masochists?”

She gave him a soft smile, hand resting on his waist, fingers tracing his scales.

“It’s complicated. I don’t want to complicate things here and now…”

“Good,” he smiled in return, “Because your human complications puzzle me a lot. But… I’m amazed by your human inventiveness,” he nibbled on her ear, his voice tinted with a suggestive lilt, “Using so many body parts and orifices on my cock… My head’s still dizzy.”

“Then you have no idea of a full set that could be used,” she gave him a playful wink.

“Damn, I still can’t believe it did happen to me,” he breathed out, gaze unfocused, “A perfect human woman on her knees hungry for some turian cock… Oh, most part of my not-so-human-friendly race would have an instant orgasm from the mere thought of it.”

“Add ‘the member of pro-human extremist organization’ there,” Miranda crossed her arms on her chest. “Actually, that was a risky joke, Vakarian…”

He licked her lips with his rough bluish tongue, she couldn’t help but smile.

“But you’re too smart to know I’m just joking, without any racism intended, right?”

Miranda sighed.

“After all things I’ve heard about myself since Shepard started to recruit those delinquents – I don’t mean you and a few others, but just a few – I doubt you can come up with something that can really hit a nerve…”

“Don’t underestimate me,” he laughed, “But there’s a difference between ‘can’ and ‘will’. I simply won’t… even try. Not my style. Not after you showed me how gorgeous you are.”

She went silent for a moment. Then asked.

“Are you saying it to be a nice guy and compliment a girl, who just sucked you off, or you really mean it?”

“Well, I think… You have nice hair and such a fair skin… Your eyes, a lovely shade. I think I like your form,” his hands were fondling her gently, occasionally slipping between her legs, caressing her inner thighs, “Some parts of you are pretty slender, yet unarmored. Like your waist. Not turian but anyway…”

“Yeah, no match to yours,” she locked her hands around his thin waist, “You turians are impossibly slim.”

He rubbed his cheekplate against hers.

“Our harsh environment taught our physiology never to leave an important organ in a soft place.”

Miranda ran her fingers up the unarmored part of his neck, feeling him leaning into her touch.

“Well, I guess, from someone like you that counts for a real compliment.”

“Mm-hm, I’m not that good with compliments,” he hummed, tracing her collarbone with the tip of his tongue, “Way better in action…”

“Ready for more action?” she looked down and raised a brow with a pleasantly surprised smirk, “Impressive reload time!”

“Yeah,” he breathed out a wave of heat against her shoulder, his voice going low and husky, “Let’s see if my stamina can match your inventiveness.”

She felt giddy; she enjoyed it so much already, and his statement was full of delightful promises. She rolled her hips, grinding into him and felt his armored fingers digging in her buttocks. This would leave bruises, yet she felt kind of excited about the idea of small hidden reminders only two of them would know about.
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