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Perfect Specimen	By : CyberII Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 10098 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Pt.1
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She could never experience something like that with a human; she was damn sure about it. Her fingers squeezed his hard as steel cock, she gasped for air unable to control her breath and jaws muscles to continue with the blowjob. She felt the muscular organ twisting deep inside of her womanhood, long bony digits digging in the flesh on her rear, warm firm body beneath her – she could cry of delight, so amazing it was.

A strong hand landed on the back of her head, lifting it – Shepard was standing in front of her, his pants around his ankles. His fully erect cock was few inches away from her face, and he pushed her head towards it.

The human penis entered her mouth, turian tongue still heating up her insides, ridged turian cock pulsing in her hands; her head started spinning from this beautiful feeling. Her blood boiled the same exciting way it was in the shuttle, and Miranda didn’t feel like they were doing something wrong anymore.

They could all be dead tomorrow.

She cupped Shepard’s balls with one palm and began to work her tongue on his long shaft, moaning when a rough fingerpad added some pressure to her clit. The tongue inside her vagina twirled and pulled out, immediately replaced by long taloned fingers. Miranda squirmed, imagining these sharp talons sinking into her sensitive flesh, but he was careful, licking her bundle of nerves between the folds while sliding the slender digits into her moistness.

Her breath shook, eyes started to roll back, her eyelids fluttered – she barely felt her two men slightly adjusting her for a different position. Now she had to grab Garrus’ bony knees, while Shepard’s cock pumped deeper in her throat, and the turian one rubbed between her legs, teasing her pussy. That really was like her wet dreams were coming true, just mere inches separated that magnificent rod from the place she wanted him in for so long.

Miranda was glad she was so wet and aroused already, when the turian cock prodded her opening and started forcing itself in, stretching her inch by inch with almost painful effort. She shut her eyes and groaned around Shepard’s member, trying to maintain her balance holding onto slim thighs of an alien penetrating her with the hottest thing she ever felt inside. He started thrusting before she could accommodate him, she bounced on his dick, trying to adjust to his size and memorize the sweetest sensation of his every ridge sliding in and out, her pussy clenching tight around him. She tried hard to keep the rhythm of her tongue flickering against the underside of the cock in her mouth; Shepard grunted with approval, his hand pressing the back of her head, holding her almost nose dug into his groin.

She couldn’t last long after all the treatment she received from Garrus, after all her dreams; the heat waves raising from her core overwhelmed her senses, like a new star being born inside of her womb. She screamed, holding Shepard’s manhood in her hands, her inner walls squeezing Garrus’ shaft slowing its strokes.

“Look, Garrus, she was so horny she came in no time,” Shepard chuckled. “Was the entire ‘ice queen’ play really necessary?”

Miranda ignored his remark, bathing in the ripples of her ecstasy. Her tongue, slow and sensual, slid along Shepard’s cock, as she moved one hand down her abdomen and circled her clit to squeeze every drop of pleasure out of her climax. The turian beneath her stopped, and now she was sitting on his rigid stock-still member, feeling it sunk into her to the very hilt and roughly jammed against her uterus. The hot pulsation inside her vagina grew more violent, he was eager to continue, but held back, giving her few moments to catch her breath.

Human palms took her face gently, fingers playing with her strands. She sucked on his cock, bobbing her head as he rubbed against her tongue back and forth; she looked up at him with eyes veiled with newly born desire and couldn’t help but start to move her hips. Garrus joined immediately with a soft duotone purr speaking of restrained need; slim bony fingers grope her breasts, squeezing them lightly, talons leaving tiny accurate pricks on her skin – the curve of her mounds, her ribs, her flat stomach.

Miranda took Shepard’s balls in her mouth, humming around them, as the silky ridged surface of an alien manhood moved faster inside of her. The rough friction blended pain from stretching her more than any man could do before with an exotic thrill, unbelievable and forbidden pleasure. She shivered every time the lethal talons dug into her skin lightly, her body clenched, adding the waves of terror to her arousal – she never thought of herself getting so excited with danger.

They pumped faster, making her supple breasts bounce heavily, stiff armored fingers squeezed her waist rougher, a hand grabbing her hair moved her head to deepen the penetration. Now they both were close, ragged breath interrupted by suppressed grunts and groans in two voices.

“Ready?” Shepard gasped with effort.

Garrus just groaned in affirmation, slamming his cock violently into her pussy like he was going to break her in two. Miranda moaned, trying not clenching her teeth at his careless thrusts; she imagined how sore she'd be the next day. Hard angular plates already scraped the tender underside of her legs, each rough slap of pelvic plates against her rear made her wince, but the way they touched her clit when he sheathed himself fully in her made her mewl like a nympho and rock her hips in search for more intense pleasure.

Her wet dream coming into her life was totally worth it.

Warm sticky fluid flooded her mouth, quickly followed by a boiling shot into her womb; she writhed between the two men emptying their loads into her orifices, two strong gorgeous bodies straining while reaching their release. She swallowed the contents of her mouth and started licking the shaft clean.

Shepard stretched, arms thrown behind his head, a huge grin on his face.

“That’s a good start,” he murmured, his voice content and smug, “Now – clean him up too…”

Miranda bit her lip and lifted her hips releasing the turian cock. Her pussy felt so empty with every inch of him withdrawing; warm liquid slowly dripping out of her gaping entrance, leaving a wet trail on her leg. Her inner thigh muscles were already pleasantly sore, some spots chafed raw, but she wanted it so much.

She didn’t believe her own eyes, he was still as hard as when he entered her, only sexual juices coating it speaking of their first act being completed. She wondered if he could go on with almost no reload time if she didn’t let him out of her cunt. She closed her eyes and cautiously took a first lick of the juices’ mixture smelling like sex. It tasted like sex too, like the best sex she ever had.

Two fingers spread her pussy lips and slid in; she moaned under her breath – she was ready for the next round, and her two men were driving her wild as never before in her life.

“Remind me to never use a woman after you next time, Garrus,” Shepard grinned, probing her dripping vagina. “She’s stretched to the damn size of a tunnel…”

Garrus laughed, caressing dark locks of the woman licking his cock clean.

“Sorry, Shepard, not used to get that kind of praise from men. Not planning to get used to, definitely.”

He almost purred, when she drag her tongue all the way up his shaft, concentrating on the pointy tip, her plump lips wrapping around it and teasing his soft thin skin of the most sensitive body part.
“But I guess, her enthusiasm is rewarding enough…”

Human hands fondled her buttocks, squeezed them, pressed them together and then brought apart.

“I can think of one trick to tighten her hole,” Shepard said from her back. “Using another one would help.”

He left her licking Garrus for a while and grabbed something from the table. Miranda heard a squirting sound, and then a lubed finger rubbed her anus.

“That’s right, your perfect ass wants something inside too,” he chuckled. “We won’t forget about it after you made sure we took a good look at it!”

“You humans do even that?” Garrus asked, raising a browplate questioningly. “First the way you use your mouths, then that… what’s going to be the next surprise for me?”

“Well, now you’re surprising me,” Shepard pushed a finger in her ass along with the two in her pussy. “I understand the teeth and stuff, that’s why you guys might be very cautious of oral, but you don’t do anal either? Man, your turian sex might be boring!”

“The keyword is ‘plates’, Shepard,” Garrus retorted a bit edgy. “We aren’t as… stretchy as you are… And it’s almost impossible to find a turian with such a small dick to fit in.”

“Besides,” he added, a bit cockier, “We don’t need extra holes to be good at it. Right, Miranda?”

“A polite lady shouldn’t talk with her mouth full,” Shepard laughed, landing a smack on her ass cheek; he withdrew his fingers and picked up a lube bottle, squeezing it harder. Miranda felt thick liquid pouring over her exposed asshole and squirmed involuntarily. The fingers were back, smearing the lubricant all over her rear and sliding in the now slippery hole; and then something bigger and artificial to the feel touched her anus, prodding it rather unceremoniously.

“Don’t resist it, babe, and it won’t hurt. We know you want this…”

She gagged on Garrus’ hard-on, her eyes wide, when her dildo finally found a way in, stretching her ass and working its way up her insides with all its length. Miranda’s breath was ragged from the new sensation; she grabbed Garrus’ cock with both hands for support.

“Yeah, squeeze it like this,” he purred, toothy turian smile growing wider by spread mandibles.

“I bet she tried it a lot, this thingie just fits in so smoothly,” it seemed like Shepard figured out how to power it up, she felt the pulsating vibration starting deep inside her gut. “I knew this gorgeous ass of yours loves some cock.”

He grabbed her buttocks, rubbing them together so she felt the base of the vibrator sticking out of her anus. She breathed heavily, eyes trying to roll back inside of her head. Shepard slapped her ass cheek once more and pushed his fingers back in her vagina.

“Now I love this tight and buzzing feeling, can’t wait to try it!”

He gave himself a few strokes and lined his tip with her opening. Miranda arched in response, unable to wait any longer, and he plunged inside her. Now she could move freely with Shepard’s manhood filling her pussy, when the pain from every careless movement caused by immense stretch didn’t stop her. She rocked her body and arched her back, when he hit the right spot; she never thought she’d enjoy the double penetration so much, but this night was full of explorations and discoveries for her.

No one of them three was holding the cries and groans of bliss; Garrus probably cut few strands of her hair with the sharp talons, but she couldn’t care less - he could keep them as a souvenir of this night if he wanted. He thrust upwards in her mouth, she buried her nose in his groin plates and bucked her hips to meet Shepard’s rod slamming in her pussy, and the twitching vibrator up her ass made her whole frame shake with electric sparks of forbidden pleasure.

“Don’t… stop!” she gasped.

“Can’t hold much longer,” Shepard breathed out in her ear. “It feels…”

He gritted his teeth, pumping faster, and then suddenly pulled his cock out, aiming at her back.

“…Too good,” he finished with a moan. His seed spilled on her ass and lower back, leaving sticky white icing beads decorating her skin. Miranda grunted with frustration, yet she knew they aren’t over yet.

Shepard rested his back on the bed, almost breathless, and pulled Miranda closer, making her spread on the sheets between the two male bodies. His lips searched for her mouth, and she leaned closer, straddling his relaxed body, leaving soft kisses on his face.

“Give me few minutes, sweetie,” he breathed out, “And my shotgun will be ready for firing another round…”

Men, she chuckled in his shoulder quietly, never missing an opportunity for making gunnery allusions. She bit his ear playfully, feeling his fingers running through her hair and down her shoulders. He smeared his own cum over her ass and winked.

“What do you think about letting our ‘special guest’ take his chance to use your perfect body?”

She smirked, reaching out to give the turian cock a firm tug.

“I’ve thought all us here are past the necessity to ask…”
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