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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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“May I ask a last question about human females’ anatomy?” Garrus purred in her ear. “You have such… large… chestpads only asari matriarchs could come near; I was wondering is it ‘the bigger the better’ by human standards, since you like to mention your perfection?”

“Close enough,” she smiled in his neck, gently dragging her teeth over his suede skin, “It’s more about proportions, but within the reasonable limits it is like that.”

“Mmm, I… love your… proportions,” he forced her to bend backwards, arching above her; roughly textured tongue flickered against her hard nipples. She dug her fingers in his shoulders, encouraging him with a long moan. His ragged breath felt almost burning on the damp skin of her chest, his hands gliding upper along her back. He left one hand on her shoulder blades for support, cupped her left breast with another, still working his tongue on her right one. It felt wonderful, how perfectly her swell mound just fit into his long palm; she didn’t give a damn about him having less fingers as long as he knew what to do with his three on her body. He rolled her aching nipple between his fingerpads, sending jolts of pleasure through her. In return she ran her fingernails over his tender skin under the fringe - Garrus hissed, shutting his eyes and tilting his head for more. He pulled her closer, his arousal rubbing her inner thigh; she tried to shift her hips to trap him where she desperately needed him. She groaned impatiently, when his rough hand stopped her from crossing her legs behind his back.

“Are you… ready?” he asked under his breath.

“Hey, you suggested it,” she bit her lip, shooting him an impassioned glance, “We spent a while exploring each other, and seem to be pretty much content with the result, aren’t we? Now it’s time for you to screw my brains out…”

She moved her mouth closer to his ear, licked his skin behind the faceplates.

“I want you to fuck me senseless. Take me to the seventh heaven… my Archangel.”

He inhaled audibly, slowly rubbed her thigh and then gripped her ass, lifting her above the tip of his swollen member. She held on to his cowl for balance, when his hot and slick rod touched her moistness. His aim was flawless, when he guided her down on himself, his impressive cock stretching the resisting flesh slowly, inch by incredible inch entering her, delicious ridges sliding inside, making her quiver with delight. She gasped for air, when he stopped. The impossible hotness of his shaft buried deeply inside of her made her toes curl; he filled her like no man before. She threw her arms around his neck, panting into his hot skin, feeling the heat waves rising through her body.

“Are you okay?” she hardly heard his question.

“I’m better than ever before in my whole life,” she whispered heatedly, kissing his scales.

“I mean, you’re… quite tight. I didn’t hurt you, did I?” she figured out the reason of his concern; he didn’t even slide his full length up her vagina, and she felt filled to her limits already.

“Don’t worry, we’re… stretchy,” Miranda panted, clinging to him, short of breath, “Just give me a moment to… accommodate.”

His smug purring ‘Good…’ was cut off by her desperate lips, searching for his mouthplates with hunger; his long and strong tongue joined the game, effortlessly winning the battle for dominance. In fact she was amazed by his self-control, she wanted to make him lose it.

“Don’t hold back,” she whispered, wrapping her legs around his waist; her deft fingers returning to the skin on his neck. She wiggled her hips, adjusting to his size, and that faint shadow of a friction made her shudder in anticipation.

“I don’t,” his short sentences, uneven breath, the stiff grip of hard long fingers spoke the opposite. “Well, maybe. A little. I’m learning…”

His tongue was back on her neck, making her buck her hips in sync with languid strokes, when electric sparks running through her body collided with heat waves. She felt needle-sharp points of his teeth grazed her clavicle lightly, but she had no fear anymore. She squeezed her thighs around his waist, feeling his fast and heavy heartbeat pulsing inside of her.

He gave up. With a soft groan he lifted her ass slowly until just the tip of his cock was inside; his hips moved up to slide back lingeringly into her. She grabbed his shoulders to meet his movement with a push down; his alien texture drove her insane, overstimulating her pleasure center. He paused, sheathed between her legs, then slid out once again, pace calm and calculated. His eyes fixated on her heavy breasts, bouncing softly, wiry muscles on his arms rolled under hard plating with easeful might. Why did she never notice, how beautiful his eyes are – bright, multicolored, a crazy turmoil of blue, silver, even green flecks…

Their rocking against each other was hasteless, long strokes hit home each time he sank deeper into her loins. His prominent hipbone was excellent to rest her thighs on, providing just perfect angle and leverage for them both to move together. They set a deliberate rhythm, heavily sighing, panting, moaning into each other’s neck, one of his hands returned to her nipples, her toned legs rubbing his waist. It felt delirious, the heat of his body around her, the heat of his cock inside of her, waves of pleasure rippling stronger through her with each thrust. And by the way he squeezed his amazing eyes shut with a delightful grin she could say he enjoyed it as much as she did.

“How about us speeding it up?” his purr was so heavy with flanging she barely understood it, “Not that I’m not loving it now…

She just nodded, unable to articulate the words and not feeling like they needed those words at all. And then his long legs just unfolded, he stood up, still joined with her, lifting her like she was weightless. And there she thought she knew about turian strength!..

Her back was pressed to the wall once again this day, more pleasant circumstance for this time though. Now she felt how powerful his lean muscles were, supporting her weight with just a slight shift of his center of gravity. Her lithe predator, strong, agile, enduring, made of steel. He pinned her to the wall, slamming inside of her – a rough thrust, a recoil, another thrust; oh, God, he must have entirely different joint structure to perform it that amazing way. He was increasing their tempo, amplifying every stroke not just with pelvic assault, but with a delicious nimble motion of his whole body; she writhed against him, matching his frenzied rhythm. Her breath was coming out in shuddering gasps; that incredible hot rod, pumping inside of her, overloading all the right spots with the right friction, was doing an excellent job in raising her on a highest peak of sensual delight.

“Garrus,” she whispered almost breathlessly. His rough tongue slid along her neck in a desperate stroke speaking of him being beyond the bounds of self-restraint; icy blue eyes dilated and determined.

“Please… I want to come with you.”

He brushed her cheekbone with his nose, his movements growing even faster and harsher to approach his climax; she squeezed him with her inner muscles to provide extra stimulation. Miranda caught a hint of surprise in his lust-fogged glare, felt herself clenching around him convulsively from the proximity of her own release…

“Oh, Garrus, yes!” she clung to his neck wishing only to look into his eyes at the top of her orgasm…

She saw the blue binary stars of his eyes going supernova, when every retinal fleck edge glowed bright as the world dissolved into the blinding flash of white light. He pushed himself inside her for the last time, entering her fully, his cock throbbing and jerking viciously; and his hot seed erupting deep inside her core increased the unstoppable burst of ecstasy shaking her whole body with seeming endless waves. His hot and rigid body was pressed to hers so tightly, every spark running through any one of them made them both feel it. She closed her eyes and let her lips wander across his plated face, eliciting a gentle rumble akin to purr from him…

A soulless electronic voice broke their quiet moment of tenderness, catching each other’s breath, cherishing the last drops of bliss given to one another.

“Executive Officer Lawson, The Illusive Man awaits for an intercom connection with you.”

Miranda groaned almost painfully, embracing the neck of her lover like he was about to dissolve into thin air if she lets him go. He nuzzled her jawline, slowly sliding out of her, lowering her to her feet, yet still supporting her with his long arm. She couldn’t help but watch curiously his shaft retracting behind his groin plates.

He sounded uncertain when he finally spoke.

“So… I guess, you have a lot of work. Same for me, I’ll return to my…”

“Calibrations?” she smiled playfully.

He sighed.

“I have no idea, what you humans find so funny about the cannonry calibrations.”

“Sorry,” she winked, “I have an idea. I need to take a shower before talking to my boss anyway…”

The turian raised his browplate slightly.

“Why don’t you join me? But we need to be quick, he doesn’t like to wait.”

“Always a quickie, you humans,” his low growl was so seductive when he scooped her up, heading towards her small bathroom cabin. The door closed behind his armored back…

“…”

“EDI, we need to install the surveillance cameras in the bathrooms as well.”

“Acknowledged, Mr. Moreau. For your information, you’ll need a confirmation from Executive Officer Lawson to perform this upgrade of surveillance system. Do you want me to send that request immediately?”

“Shit.”
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