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The feel of Garrus’ cock stretching her open never gets old. Shepard’s jaw drops open, and she arches her back, lifting her hips into his, forcing him even deeper.
“Oh, that’s it,” he murmurs. “Spirits, you take me so well.” She inhales sharply. Gasps as he roughly presses her into the mattress. “You’ll barely remember your own name by the time we’re done.”
Good. With everything going on, she doesn’t want to remember her name or anything else. Even if it’s only temporary.
He starts with a brutal pace, fucking down into her. She doesn’t have to move her hips to meet him thrust for thrust because he’s holding her in place. Keeping her right where he wants her. Moving her of his own volition. Growling and snarling as he takes her.
“You feel so good,” he grits out. “Your perfect little cunt feels better and better every time I fuck it. Your body was made for me. For my cock.” He buries himself inside her and grinds against her. Purposely avoids giving any friction to her clit. She whines, trying to readjust her hips, which only makes him stop. “What do you think you’re doing?” he asks. Her mouth moves but no words come out, too breathless and frustrated. “Maybe you have to work for it,” he goes on. “Maybe you don’t cum unless I tell you to.”
Shepard loves it when Garrus gets like this. When he talks and he doesn’t let her think. He always knows exactly what you say. Of course, the first time he tried dirty talking with her, he somehow managed to still be incredibly sweet about it. So very Garrus. He was almost embarrassed when she explained to him afterwards that dirty talk is supposed to be just that: pure filth. And the first time he made it just that, he also made her cum without even touching her.
“Spirits, I’m gonna—” His mandibles press flat to his face as he starts cumming, pulling out before finishing. It splatters across her stomach and makes a mess of her labia. “Fuck. That’s a good look on you.”
He moves to sit back, burying his face between her thighs to lick her clean. Then he pushes his tongue into her cunt. Laps at her inner walls. She whimpers, trying to grind into him but he won’t let her, holding her hips still.
“How badly do you want to cum?” he asks.
“Please,” she cries out.
He hums with dual tones. “I’ll need more convincing than that.”
She screams as he pushes his long, dexterous tongue back into her cunt. He furls and unfurls it, licking every centimetre of her. Except that one spot. She can feel the rumbling of his subharmonics and it’s not making it any easier. She gasps for breath, tears stinging at the corners of her eyes as he denies her. Then he pulls away again and she practically sobs.
He pushes her body flat against the mattress before working his cock back inside her. It’s an even tighter fit when her legs are pushed together. He uses long, deep strokes at first before just rutting against her.
“You look so good like this,” he murmurs. “You look so good at my mercy.” He nips at her shoulder. Her jaw. “Cum.”
She does almost immediately. Her entire body convulses as she squeezes around him. He rocks his hips through it until her body goes limp. Then he pulls out of her, resting his still-hard cock on her stomach.
“Do you like being used as my plaything?” he asks, smoothing her hair out of her face. She nods her head. “I hope you’re not too tired because I’m nowhere near finished with you yet.”
With that, Garrus drags Shepard off the bed. Takes a seat on the sofa and pulls her down with him. Gets her seated on his cock.
“Ride me.”
She does. She rests her hands on his shoulders and bounces on his cock. Fucks herself with the full length of him. He grabs her breasts, rubbing his thumbs over her pert nipples. She’s so wet; making a mess of his pelvis. The way he’s watching her—her entire body—keeps her going. It’s the perfect mix of hunger and lust and pure adoration.
His hands move from her breasts to her hips and pulls her down, sheathing himself inside her and holding her in place.
“I get that you’re excited, but there’s no rush,” he says, voice low. “I have all the time in the galaxy to fuck you and make you cum. You have all the time to take me.”
That’s a lie but it’s nice to pretend it could be true. Someday.
He lifts her off his cock. Turns her around, setting her on the floor on her knees and bending her over the glass table. Then he’s behind her, pushing his cock between her thighs. He fucks her like that, dragging the length of his member along her folds, his tip catching her clit every other thrust. He pushes her upper body into the cool glass, causing it to fog with her heavy breathing. He holds her down as he moves precisely. With a sniper’s aim.
A sniper whose target is in his scope.
“Even like this, you feel so good,” he murmurs. “Your skin is so soft. So smooth.” He leans forward, nipping at her shoulder again. “Oh, the things you do to me.” He then laves his tongue over the shell of her ear. “Are you ready to cum again?”
“Yes,” she gasps.
“Then do it.”
Shepard mewls as she grinds down on his length between her thighs. Her hips jerk wildly with her second orgasm. Garrus lifts her upper body to press his thumb to her swollen clit, elongating her pleasure until she’s squirting. He growls at this, cumming between her thighs and making a mess of the table.
“Look what you made me do,” he says, voice low. Rough. “Just the sounds you make are enough for me. The way your body moves against mine. Your slick covering my cock.” He trills. “You’re too much yet not enough. Never enough.” He pulls her to her feet. Drags her towards the fish tank, pushing her face first into the cool glass. “You always satisfy me, yet always leave me wanting more.” His leaking tip is at her entrance. “You’re perfect like that.”
“Garrus…”
“Do you want me to fuck you?”
“Yes, please fuck me.”
He hums with dual tones. Pulls her away from the fish tank and up the few steps. Shoves her over her desk, kicking her legs open.
“One day, I’ll fuck you over every surface of this ship.” He pushes his cock into her cunt with one smooth thrust. “Every room will wreak of our pheromones.” He drags out only to roughly fuck back into her. “There will be no mistaking that you belong to me.”
“I do,” she calls out.
“You do what?”
“I’m yours.”
He snarls. Fucks her with long, deep strokes before resorting to quick ruts of his hips. He’s gripping her waist tight enough that she knows he’ll leave marks, but she doesn’t care. She wants the bruises. The scratches. Anything that’s not from fighting. Anything that won’t remind her of death.
“You’re gonna cum for me one more time,” he grits out. “Then I’m gonna fuck you full of my seed. That’s what you want, right? It’s what you’ve been waiting for.”
“Yes, yes, I want that.”
“I know you do. You love being my personal cum-dump.”
She groans. Pushes her ass into the concave of his hips. He’s hitting her right where she needs it. Pressing against that one spot inside her every time he drags out. She squeezes around his cock, causing his hips to stutter. Then his hand is right above their joining, his thumb back in her clit. It only takes a single stroke before she’s crying out his name, her inner walls spasming around his cock. He fucks her through her orgasm, burying his throbbing member to hilt inside her as he spills his hot, sticky seed deep into her fluttering cunt.
“That’s it, Shepard… Take it…” He grinds against her ass, making sure to empty himself completely. Then he pulls out. Leans back to watch his spend drip from her hole. “Such a pretty view.” He leans down and flicks his tongue at her oversensitive entrance. She gasps as he uses his tongue to push his leaking spend back into her cunt. “So good…”
Her knees are weak, trembling, so she has no qualms about him picking her up and carrying her to the bed. He lay her down before retreating. When he returns, he has a warm towel. He gently cleans up her stomach and between her thighs. Cleans himself up. Tosses the towel aside and curls up beside her.
“How are you feeling?” he checks.
“Like I don’t remember my own name.”
He chuckles softly, nuzzling the top of her head. “Good.”
“I do remember that I love you, though.”
He trills. “Even better.”