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Perfect Specimen	By : CyberII Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 10099 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Do not own Mass Effect or characters, writing for fun, but not profit.

Chapter List
- 1-Pt.1
- 2-Pt.2
- 3-Pt.3
- 4-Pt.4
- 5-Pt.5
- 6-Pt.6
- 7-Pt.7
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Shepard reached for the base of the dildo and slid it tentatively out and back in her ass. Miranda’s breath hitched as the smooth ridges stimulated her anus in such delicate way she discovered and loved so much during her lonely pleasure time.

“Actually I’ve been thinking about some new experience for him…”

He pulled the toy out of her orifice slowly, her heated body protested – that empty feeling made her ache to get it back. She gripped the sheets in frustration with a pleading look in her eyes. Shepard had a better idea on his mind though.

“Come on, Garrus, since you’ve never tried it, here’s your chance. The best ass in the whole Galaxy is hungry for some real cock, time to stuff that asshole with turian meat!”

The turian lifted himself from the bed and scanned her with unreadable face. Intense blue eyes shifted from her still slightly open asshole to the vibrator, then to his own cock, obviously comparing sizes.

“Are you sure it’s a good idea? I don’t want to hurt her.”

Shepard’s fingers spread her ass wider, rubbed the small puckered ring, drawing a long dreamy moan from the woman above him.

“The keyword is ‘stretchy’, she’ll take it up her ass just fine.”

Garrus didn’t look convinced; his rough palms uncertainly traced the curves of the woman knelt in front of him.

“Miranda?”

She barely heard him speaking her name with that delicious voice of his; threw a thickly lust-veiled glance at him over her shoulder, bit her lip impatiently.

“Garrus, please… Just stick it in already!”

Hot pointy tip prodded her rear entrance, carefully stretching it wider, and she hardly held a whimper. She was pretty optimistic about her stretchiness, she thought belatedly, but her anus was lubed too good to stop the slick shaft from forcing its way through her sphincter slowly. Miranda never thought she could gape that far, he stretched her far past her limits. She tried to relax her ass and pushed back to help him.

That push was enough for the head to slip in. Her anus clenched convulsively, but all it could do is squeeze a thick shaft jammed in her butt.

He paused, giving her few moments to catch her breath and get used to the inhuman girth invading her backdoor entrance. It… was hot. His higher body temperature worked fantastically to make her lose her mind and forget about discomfort caused by his size.

“If you could only see the look on her face, man!” Shepard grinned, groping her breasts, as she arched her back, lifting her ass as high as possible for a better angle. Her fingers crawled to her clit again, starting to help her building up release. “You know how to impress a girl.”

Garrus only hummed approvingly and held her waist firmly. The rod burning her insides started to move slowly, and Miranda dropped her head on Shepard’s chest, her eyes snapping shut and fingers pinching her clit. She groaned between her clenched teeth, pain and pleasure attacking her senses in waves.

The bumps on her vibrator that drove her insane were nothing compared to a real one, when the silky alien texture of a turian cock caressed her stretched anus, ridges slipping in one by one in a seemingly unstoppable and never-ending motion. His sniper precision never betrayed him, she should give him that – considering his size he could’ve hurt her really bad if not used to this… way to use with a woman. But his stroke was perfectly aimed and paced for her to feel the familiar electric knot turning her abdomen into a volcano.

She climaxed the same moment as the bony turian hipbone met her butt cheeks, gasping, convulsing around the shaft she’d been impaled on. Its pulsation redoubled the spasms of her both holes as she tried to regain her breath, nails digging in Shepard’s chest. It seemed like the longest orgasm she ever had, and when she stopped seeing stars, the first thing she noticed was Shepard’s lopsided smirk.

“Your face makes me want to join so badly,” his erection poked her stomach with a newly-found strength. “Now, if you shift just a bit…”

Turian arms grabbed her hips and lifted her lower body, his cock still jammed all the way up her ass while Shepard aimed for her pussy. They lowered her on the second shaft, and she writhed, adjusting for taking both men at once. Now that’s what nymphomaniacs must experience, a thought crossed her mind, what she missed in her measured, organized, passionless life. She just wanted to get fucked more, deeper, harder, she wanted to milk them till the last drop, she felt her power over these two amazing men, and not even a chirality difference was a problem for her driving them both wild, making them satisfy her darkest desires, worship her perfect body…

There was something wonderful about these two men’s extraordinary partnership on a battlefield, and the same unity in a bedroom. It took them only a few experimental strokes to find a perfect rhythm they both could keep; a rhythm that overloaded her body with new extreme sensations. The moment one cock withdrew from her, the other pushed forcefully in, forcing the short gasps out of her lungs, making her clench her fists, grab the shoulders of a man beneath her for support.

Garrus’ weird alien hips allowed him to ram her ass from the best angle despite his height. He bent lower; his angular chest close to Miranda’s back, forcing her upper body to rest flat against Shepard. The human hands held her buttocks, pulling her onto both shafts pumping into her holes with increasing speed.

She couldn’t hold back anymore, she felt the peak of intense pleasure approaching once again. Her body climbed higher on it with each thrust, with every second of that unbelievable hot shaft penetrating her. Every time that set of ridges teased her anus, passing it on the way in or out she felt like exploding. His fingers dug rigidly into her flesh, hot breath tickled her neck, sharp teeth ghosted over her skin as if he wanted to sink them into her, and she shivered from the sweetest terror sending her over the edge.

She screamed in ecstasy as the best cock she ever had in her filled her ass, covering her intestines in hot alien sperm. She stiffened as the unbearable bliss struck her whole frame, barely registering her pussy getting another portion of cream just few moments later. Heavy turian body on top of her pressed her down between the two men; pointy teeth barely touched her neck and were replaces with a long and languid stroke of rough tongue. Yeah, she’d love to kiss him too for this incredible satisfaction. She felt his cock gently retracting from her asshole and shivered, her ass feeling uncomfortably stretched and empty.

They lay on the bed collapsed in an exhausted shuddering heap of sweaty limbs and heavily rising chests. Miranda felt the strange rumbling in Garrus’ chest resonating through her shoulder blades and smiled wearily. She won’t believe herself if told this story. It really was her dream that came true.

The sound of an omni-tool receiving an urgent message wasn’t the nicest to wake up to. Neither was the sight. Turians weren’t shy about nudity, but Shepard’s bare ass wasn’t high on the list of Garrus’ top things to see in the morning.

What was even weirder, he felt something relatively small and soft persistently pressed to his side. He lowered his eyes cautiously – his gaze dropped to the strange heap of dark tangled hair on his shoulder, then to a thin pale limb thrown around his waist. Slowly he recalled all the things they’ve done that night…

A body beside him flexed with a sleepy murmur, trying to squeeze him tighter, and a pair of soft blue puzzled eyes blinked from under the curtain of hair. By her expression he could tell she was hit by realization too, freezing awkwardly, not sure where to look at the very naked turian body right before her eyes.

“Wake up, lovebirds,” Shepard threw one boot at them and kicked the corner of their large bed with another one, thrown on his foot already, “We’ve got an emergency, Joker just sent a message...”
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