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Ch. 1: I hope you won’t regret this tomorrow	By : calliphoridae Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 2081 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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They stumbled out of the airlock, Shepherd’s arm wrapped around his waist for support as they dragged themselves towards the elevator. Garrus had never seen the Commander drink so much, but then again, she could say the same about him. A whole night in the Afterlife club had blown by in a flash, but not as fast as his paycheck on Turian liquor. But damn, could she drink…

“Fuck Garrus, don’t tell me you’re afraid of a little spider.” She teased.

“I wouldn’t call ten thousand Rachni a ‘little spider’”, he said defensively, but still chortling.

Shepherd stumbled forward and Garrus caught her with a single sweep of his arm.

“Let’s, uh get you to your quarters.”

He pulled her into the elevator and smashed the top button with his fist. He propped Shepherd up against the back wall, feeling his own knees wobble. His Commander looked up at him, her eyes somewhat out of focus. Her skin was flushed, her short hair as messy as if she had just woken from bed. He could smell the alcohol on her breath, but more overpowering were the pheromones and sweat…

Garrus placed a claw on the wall to balance himself.

“You okay there, big guy?”

“Just… a lot of booze.”

Shepherd laughed, then hiccupped.

The elevator doors opened to the corridor leading to her chambers.

“After you,” said Garrus, throwing out his arm in gesture. Shepherd gave him a small bow before taking a step and immediately falling again. He wasn’t sure why he thought that would go any differently. He scooped her up in his arms and carried her over the threshold into the dark room.

“Put me down,” said Shepherd, pointing to her desk in the corner. Garrus did what he was asked, and Shepherd reached up to the shelf to pull down an opaque glass bottle, but no glasses. He couldn’t help but admire the contour of her muscles around her bare shoulders as they flexed with her reach.

“Shepherd, you obviously have the gut of an Elcor, but I think I’m one drink away from a future story that I’ll find very embarrassing and you hilarious.”

She rolled her eyes. “This is the only stuff I could find that’s both Dextro and Levo-compatible. C’mon, Garrus, live a little.”

“It’s not that, just I –” but he had no real argument as he watched Shepherd take a generous pull from the bottle. She licked her lips and his heart jumped a beat. It always took him by surprise seeing that deep red muscle contrasted against her white, flat teeth. Shepherd turned and walked towards the couches next to her bed, leading Garrus by a talon. They both sat down, Shepherd crossing her legs and cradling the bottle in both hands.

“Tell me something about yourself,” she said, staring at her hand as she traced the seam by her arm.

“What do you want to hear?”

“Tell me a secret.”

“Okay, uh, I once got so drunk I proposed to a female Quarian. She beat me up pretty bad for it.”

Shepherd burst out in a laugh disturbingly similar to Jack’s. They’ve been hanging out a bit too much. “Bull shit,” she pointed at him. Garrus raised an eye plate, impressed that her intoxication didn’t fog her intuition.

“You got me. It was a Krogan.”

She shoved the bottle towards him and he took a long swig to match hers. The liquid was fizzy and sweet; it felt warm as it went down his throat. Shepherd bit her lip and leaned closer to him, whispering, “My first shore leave on the Citadel, I hooked up with an Asari commando I met in Purgatory.”

Garrus smiled. “Bull.”

“Wrong, Vakarian.” Shepherd pushed the bottle against his mandibles and he drank again. The room swam in front of Garrus as the drink started to kick in. Was this her plan?

“All right…” he said, “I used to flirt with my superior officer at C-Sec and I convinced her to give me a raise.”

It was Shepherd’s turn to raise her eye plates. “Is that what you’re pulling with me?” She ran a hand through her messy mop of black hair, then took the bottle back. Instead of taking a drink for herself, she put it back to Garrus’s mandibles.

“That one was true!” he protested.

“I know, I just need you more drunk.”

She scooted closer to him, then grabbing the cowl of his suit, pulled herself into his lap. Her scent overwhelmed Garrus’s senses. From this close he could see the small dark spots that speckled her nose and cheeks, distinguish between the individual hairs around her eyes.

“Can I request a review of the rules? I think we established that it’s your turn to drink.” He didn’t really care about the rules, honestly.

“How ‘bout I just do you one better.”

Shepherd reached down and pulled the thin white shirt she wore above her head. Under her clothing she looked completely different from the women of his species. Her skin was a mix of pinks and olive, not grey and blue, and was completely smooth without plates. Fat deposits on her chest were held in place by a black, delicate harness that wrapped around her shoulders. He resisted the temptation to feel the places where her hips spilled slightly over her belt. Humans were just so squishy.

He broke out of his momentary trance and noticed her smiling at him. Clearly, she noticed his captivation with her body and enjoyed it.

“Garrus.”

“Yes, Shepherd?”

She learned in, her mouth right at his ear opening.

“Have you ever been with another species?”

Her hand was now tracing the cowl of his armor. It made its way to his shoulder, then down his arm. She took his gloved claw in hers and brought it to rest on her thigh. Damn, they were squishy. He gave it an experimental squeeze, which caused Shepherd to squirm.

“Got pretty close with an Asari once. Otherwise, can’t say I have.”

Garrus slid his hand up her body tentatively, and when she didn’t stop him he continued until his claw rested on her chest. The tissue underneath was warm, surprisingly heavy as he cupped his talons around one. Something in the way Shepherd moved at his touch made him think this wasn’t something humans did casually with one another. It would explain why they kept them covered almost all the time.

Shepherd reached up behind her back and with a snap, the halter fell off her chest. These structures were adorned with curious protrusions on their peaks. He moved a talon over one and Shepherd let out the smallest of moans. He did it again and she moved her torso into his hand.

“Garrus, take this off.” She was pulling at his cowl. Obediently, Garrus removed his claw from her chest and pulled the top over his head, letting it fall to the floor. His heart galloped as Shepherd took her hand and traced along his pectoral plates. He felt himself yearning to feel her fingers fall in between.

This is okay. We’re just two teammates learning about another species. There’s nothing wrong with a little education with your commanding officer. But where is this going to stop?

His talon slipped into the lining of her pants and pulled down on her waistband, only succeeding to displace them by a couple of inches. Shepherd seemed to understand where he was going and stepped off his lap. He was prepared to catch her, though wasn’t confident in his own coordination, as he watched her wobble dangerously as she unfastened her pants and allows them to slide down her legs to the ground. Her legs were muscly much in the way his were, but again without plates, and her heels touched the ground as she shood. The only clothing left were very small, tight black shorts that hugged what he assumed was her reproductive anatomy. From what he could tell, it looked like Humans also didn’t have external reproductive parts, at least the females didn’t.

Garrus took the cue and removed his own pants but was not wearing the same kind of undergarment as she. Here he was, completely bare to his Commander. There was really no going back from here.

“What do you think?” Shepherd said, looking him up and down. Before he could answer she placed a hand on his thorax and pushed him to sit. She then knelt on the couch and swung the other leg over his lap so she was straddling him.

She was so… pleasantly warm and soft. He was hyperaware of his sharp talons causing damage to her fragile skin. Already he could see bright red lines formed where he had grazed her.

Next, let’s try… He placed his claw on her posterior and pulled her closer into him, simultaneously nuzzling his mandibles against her neck. Her hips rocked against him and she moaned deeply, her hands flat on his pectorals and eyes closed. She rocked her hips own her own and Garrus watched in amazement as her lips fell apart slightly. She repeated this over and over, her breathing becoming harder and more ragged. If Garrus didn’t know better, he would say she was somehow getting pleasure from her anatomy rubbing against the plates around his groin. And he wasn’t even emerged yet… He could feel his member fighting to come out and willed it to stay put.

“Fuck, Garrus,” she moaned, “If you had said you could do this for me, we’d have gone drinking a long,” she grunted slightly and pushed her hips harder against him, “time ago”.

He moved his hand across her posterior and found the ridge down its center. He allowed a talon to slide down it, in between the pads on either side. With the pad of his talon he thought he felt a hole, then moving further down, discovered she was extremely moist and warm within the undergarment. Delicate folds engulfed the talon, but he felt he couldn’t go any further without risking hurting her.

“It’s called being ‘wet’” said Shepherd. “It’s how Human females get ready for mating.”

“Turian women certainly don’t have this… feature.” Garrus wasn’t sure if he found it interesting as just a bit messy. Also, she was ‘getting ready’?

She was panting hard, but her hips still worked as she spoke to him. “What do Turians do to get ready?”

He hesitated to answer. Part of him thought that this was a good sign to call it a night. Another part, the twelve shots of liquor part, was egging him further. Something about this interspecies exchange was fueling his curiosity beyond control. Tentatively, he took her hand from his pectorals and guided it to her fringe. She stroked it, causing a wave of sensation to rush through Garrus’s bones.

He let out an involuntary purr and she giggled in surprise. “Oh, I like that noise.” And she stroked him again. Suddenly he couldn’t hold back and his member emerged from between his legs. Oh fuck, how can he explain what this is for?

“Fuck, you have a penis!” She was smiling, almost ecstatic, as she looked at his appendage.

“Do human males look the same?”

“Yeah, well almost.” She said, chewing on her lip. “Except it’s outside of their body all the time… They’re also usually…” Garrus groaned deeply as she ran a finger across his tip “… a little thicker at the top here. Also not so many ridges…”

Shepherd continued to trace her fingers around his tip and his shaft, drawing many intimate sounds from Garrus’s mouth. She even held his entire length against her abdomen with one hand, stroking it slightly. Turian mating was all very purposeful and efficient, he wasn’t used to this kind of extra stimulation. Plus, Turian claws were not soft and inviting like a Human’s.

Her hand wrapped around his shaft, causing his hips to involuntarily thrust up into her grip. She squeezed tighter and slid up to his tip, then down to his base. He watched her with the other hand grab the bottle off the side table and take another deep gulp, without ceasing her working hand. Another talent to add to the long list. She once again pushed the bottle into his mandibles and tipped and generous amount down his throat.

“Garrus,” she whispered, not taking her eyes off his cock. “Can I feel this inside me? Right now?”

Her dark skin was flushed with red, beads moisture rolled down her neck. At this point Garrus could feel the moisture from between her legs wetting his own thighs. He knew that they had gone far passed anything that could be called ‘professional interest’.

“Well hell, Shepherd, I could kill you.” She let out a short moan, but it sounded more like frustration than pleasure.

She looked up at him, eyes wide, carnal need emanating from every muscle. “It might not. Just take me down to Mordin if I react.”

Taking a final drink, she dropped the empty bottle and it rolled away on the ground. She lifted herself higher on her knees and guided his tip between her thighs. Holding her clothing to the side of her opening, she lowered herself onto him. He slid into her with ease, and suddenly understood that this moisture wasn’t gross, it was very good. Both parties let out loud, unleashed moans.

Shepherd raised herself again, then let her weight bring her down to his base. His hips thrusted upwards to meet hers, his head falling back slightly. Her hands held his shoulders tightly as her hips went to work bringing her repeated pleasure on his shaft.

“Commander…”

“Don’t fucking call me that right now.” She said quickly before impaling herself on him again. Her pace intensified and her moans became louder. Suddenly, her entire body began to shake violently, her eyes shut tightly, until she collapsed against his chest.

If mating had been any more different between their species, he would have thought he killed her right then, instead of witnessing her climax. Without waiting for permission, he lifted her off him and stood up. He placed her feed on the ground and pushed down on her back so she was leaned over the couch. He took a talon and ripped off the shorts concealing her lower region.

Now in control, he entered her again and watched with excitement as her knees shook. This was the position he was more accustomed to. He began his movements, keeping the majority of his cock buried within her and just working the last few inches slowly. He was grunting, she was moaning; they were both going insane. She felt amazing: warm, tight, inviting. He was definitely ruined for Turian women.

“Fuck me… go deeper. I need you all the way in me.” He grabbed her shoulder and pulled her thorax up against his, thrusting his deepest into her. Her hair felt damp against his mandibles, her smell stronger than ever.

He turned her to the right, then pushed her down to lay down on her front, following close behind with his knee on the mattress of her bed. He took both of her hands and held them behind her back as he began to thrust harder and faster into her.

“C’mon, Garrus, you think I can’t handle it?” She panted. “I’m not sure there’s anything you can’t handle.” Garrus pounded into her like the animals they were. He placed hands on either side of her hips, mounted over her beautiful body. This was his human, his mate, and he was taking her. If it weren’t for the alcohol, he wouldn’t have had the guts to take her as his own.

He felt his peak approaching fast. “Unn, Shepherd I’m almost there…”

and pulled himself out just in time to unleash himself, blue fluid covering her bare back. A growl ripped from his throat, his hips still thrusting into air as he found relief.

Shepherd rolled over on her back, grabbing his shoulders and pulling him down to plant her lips on his mouth plates. Unsteadied in his intoxication, his arms gave out and he fell to her side, both panting heavily.

“Fuck, I needed that.”

“Do you always swear this much when you mate?”

She stretched her whole body, “I just feel so good, like fuck.” Her hand slid down between her legs and she began to rub near her opening, her other hand rested on his abdomen. He propped himself on his elbow and watched in amazement as her legs flexed and her mouth fell open with a small moan. She was pleasuring herself? Not before long, she began rubbing harder, breathing harder, and her back arched off the bed. Then, she relaxed with a smile on her face.

Shepherd rolled into Garrus and snuggled her face into his neck.

“I hope you won’t regret this tomorrow when you’re sober.”

“Are you kidding? We’re doing this again tomorrow.”
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Ch. 1: I hope you won’t regret this tomorrow