Note: I love Turians. A LOT. So I've decided to start a little fun with Fem!Shep and the Turians of Mass Effect! Now these I'll be writing when I stray away from my W.I.P.s. This is PWP's and not every chapter will be related to the other, if there is a continuation I'll let you know. We'll start things off with Lorik!
I've also really gotten into Game of Thrones so… My version of Shepard might be a lil familiar to you all…. :)
Title: Old Times' Sake
Summary: Shepard visits an old acquaintance.
Genre: SMUTTTTTT
Setting: ME2
Dis: I don't own Mass Effect!
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Subject: A fly in the lotion... From: Lorik Qui'in Commander Shepard, I've come to have a lot of balls in flight, as you humans say. It was brought to my attention that you're still around, working on something secret. Frankly, I hope that whatever you do keeps you far away from Noveria this time, but if you must come back and, what is it, upset the fruit cart, let me know, and I'll clear a path for you for old times' sake. A pleasure as always, Lorik Qui'in, Administrator, Port Hanshan
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Commander Danielle Shepard studied the email with sharp, unblinking eyes. Her violet orbs were dissecting the email she'd gotten from an acquaintance she had never thought she'd hear from again. Though it had been only a few months for her, for him it had been over two years. Why did he contact her? Did he fear having a Spectre in Noveria and only reach out to her to help ward her off his scent or was this a true act of friendship he was bestowing upon her? Did he truly not want her there or did he fear his email being watched and said the opposite of what he meant? Tapping the terminal closed she chanced a look at the galaxy map. Noveria wasn't close, but it wasn't that far away either. Not the ideal place for a shore leave and really the only true friend she had on board was Garrus and he hated the cold.
However, the Spectre in her wanted to check into Qu'inn. She blatantly ignored his request for a heads up in arriving on Noveria and instead opened up the Galaxy map. She was supposed to be finding a Drell Assassin and an Asari Justicar but she wasn't up for listening to what Cerberus wanted and instead plotted a course for Noveria.
There would be some time before they arrived so Shepard left her station and headed toward the Captain's quarters. Just as she depressed the button she saw Miranda a few feet away from the elevator doors with a look of annoyance on her face directed at Danielle. Danielle pretended not to see her as the doors slid closed and she enjoyed the peaceful and LONG elevator ride up to her quarters. As she sealed and locked the door she spoke out loud to the A. I.
"EDI?"
"Yes, Shepard?"
"No one enters my cabin. Not even XO Lawson. Understood?"
"Yes, Commander."
Shepard wasn't sure why but she found herself going to the bathroom and studying her reflection. Her eyes were a brilliant shade of violet, something her mother and father lacked. At least that's what Hannah Shepard had told her since Dani had never met her father. Her hair was blonde, almost the color of snow, which contrasted against her natural, caramel colored skin. Shepard wasn't much of a girlie girl. She preferred boots to heels and a t-shirt and jeans over a dress any day: however, a reunion called for something special.
Kasumi had given her numerous choices for the mission that granted Shepard her loyalty when it came to dresses. Dani had originally gone for the plain black with the chunky heel that was easier to move in but now her eyes drifted to the Asari dress. The color of lilacs in the spring on Earth, the material was so light and thin upon wearing it Dani almost felt naked. The dress was could almost be considered two pieces. It clasped at the back of her neck and barely covered the outer sides of her breasts and nipples, leaving her exposed from the valley of her breasts down to her waist. Her hips were exposed then the skirt of the dress flared out and touched the tops of her feet. Dani added a necklace with a platinum chain that nestled between her breasts then slipped on a pair of sandaled heels. She was going to freeze her ass off but it would be worth the look on Qui'in's face. She tapped a message out to her crew to take the next twenty-four hours off then got into the elevator. The crewmen that didn't immediately head to their quarters to ready themselves for the shore leave could only stare as their Commander, looking like a goddess, strolled out of the elevator and to the main Normandy doors as she docked at Noveria. There, at the main door, was Miranda.
"Just what do you think you're doing, Commander?"
"I have business here on Noveria," said Shepard, settling her hands on her bare waist. "The crew can use this time to stock up on needed supplies. Noveria is a very wealthy colony and should have everything anyone could need. I'll be back in twenty-three hours and forty-five minutes."
"You shouldn't be going out there alone," said Miranda.
"Oh," said Shepard with a smile. "I won't be alone."
Shepard exited the Normandy and set foot on Port Hanshan for the first time in two years. It looked the same to her and the first person she saw was that of Maeki Matsuo with a guarded look on her face. Shepard raised both her hands, a sign of peace.
"I heard you were dead," said Matsuo as she scanned Shepard. "No weapons?"
"I plan on this being a peaceful visit. I still have my cloak on me."
"What is your business this time?" asked Matsuo as she lowered the scanner.
"Visiting a friend," said Shepard. "No worries, Captain, I'll be out of your hair in twenty-four hours. My crew is well behaved and will bring business to this port. Now, if you will excuse me."
Dani shifted then walked around the Captain. She went up the familiar sets of stairs, the heels of her sandals clicking delicately along the concrete. She gained some stares as she headed to the Administrator's office ranging from disbelief at seeing her alive, to desire due to her attire. She smirked as those guarding the door let her by with word from the Salarian assistant.
He knew she was here.
The turian guards eyed her appreciatively and she offered one of them a wink that had him almost choking on his breath as she passed. The doors closed behind her and she heard the telltale chirp of the door locking behind her. There, sitting at the desk that once belonged to Anoleis was the turian that had once been her lover, long ago on a night she had been feeling particularly lonely. He had been grateful to her for obtaining information, had offered access to the prestigious hotel on Noveria and she had said she'd accept the invitation on one condition.
That he'd join her in the offered room.
It had been a first for both of them. He'd been with Asari before and knew the basic mechanics, all the positions that gained the best amounts of pleasure to both parties. Since obtaining the cryptic e-mail her body had been buzzing with anticipation. Now, sitting before her, mandibles going slack as his amber eyes studied her, Lorik looked like every bit of the turian she had left behind before chasing down Saren.
"Yes, she is with me now, actually," he said, holding up a talon to indicate he'd be with her soon. So bossy… And she loved it. However, she ignored him and walked around his desk, he twisted his chair around to face her as she eased herself up on the polished surface. "No, nothing to do with that. Just a friendly visit. Hm… Yes, I suppose I could get her autograph for your daughter."
Dani smiled as his free hand reached out and started trailing up her leg. Blunted talons and textured fingers eased over milky skin, behind her calf, to her knee, higher to her thigh and her legs widened on their own accord but he went no further, his thumb caressing her skin as he continued to speak to the person on the other end of the phone.
"Yes, the meeting is still set for tomorrow morning." He rolled his eyes, a very human-like behavior, and then directed a question at her. "How long will you be here?"
"Twenty-four hours."
"Did you hear? Fine, the meeting will be twenty-five hours from now to appease your boss, though if rumors are true she IS working for Cerberus: whom have donated plenty to-yes. Goodbye."
Lorik practically slammed the phone down and Dani gave a small squeak as he gripped her by the hips, lifted her light form up, and then plopped her down on his lap so that she straddled it: her legs sliding between his hips and his hip spurs erotically.
"Shepard," he greeted,gloved fingers flexing against her bare hips. "What did I say about warning a turian?"
"Lorik…" She rocked her hips forward, teasing his lower plates with the friction, making him suck in a breath. "How many times have I told you I'm not great at following other people's orders?"
He huffed, an annoyed puff of air caressing her face and she grinned, showing off her perfectly white teeth while snaking her arms around his neck. Her fingertips started a lazy journey up his neck, pressing into tiny plates until finding that spot beneath his fringe that had his eyes closing, hips rising, and growl sounding.
"You play dirty," he said, leaning down, pressing his mouth plates against her neck, the fabric of her dress hindering his attempt to mark her there with his teeth. He pushed her back, keeping her legs locked against his hips her shoulders rest against the surface of his desk: blonde hair fanning out as he did his best to lean down and trail his tongue up the valley of her breasts, making them rise and fall with her quickening breath. "This dress…"
"You like it?"
"So much so that I want to tear it off of you," he said, his voice dropping to a deeper baritone: dual harmonics making her shiver. "I want to take my time with you. I want you naked and in my bed."
"I'd like that too," said Dani, rising off of his desk, abdominals clenching, before reaching down to the fasteners of his slacks. "But first I want you here."
Lorik groaned as her deft fingertips slid along his sensitive seam. It didn't take long for his blue-tinted penis to come out of hiding and into the palm of her hand. His head fell back against the top of the chair as her fingers worked his member up to his full thickness and length. She hummed her approval before gathering up her skirt then pressing down on him.
"Spirits," he moaned as she let him slide into her, more than grateful that she wore nothing beneath her dress. "Always so wet for me, Dani…"
"Yes…" she moaned, hips rising and falling, amethyst eyes meeting topaz.
They worked up a steady rhythm, words at a loss the office was filled with Dani's moans and panted breaths as well as Lorik's deep rumbles in his chest. Dani couldn't hear them but his subvocals were keening loudly as well. His mandibles pulled tight against his face as his release neared and one of his hands slid off her hips so that his thumb could press against that cluster of nerves. She came with a startled shout, back arching: giving him a pristine view of her barely covered breasts, bare stomach, and waist. Her vaginal walls strangled his cock and with one more deep thrust he was pouring his seed into her, talons threatening to slice through his gloves as his hands clenched at her hips.
Their breathing evened and she sighed as he pulled free from her pussy that was dripping with not only her release but his as well. She stood slowly, feeling their combined juices slowly start to trickle down her thighs. Grinning, she lifted up the skirt to show him his handiwork and he launched off the chair, hauling her up into his arms and practically slamming her into the wall. He wanted to claim her again, badly. He wanted to fuck her until she couldn't stand upon her own two feet, fill her pussy with his dick and release inside of her over and over again. Turians were civilized but beneath it all they were animalistic and territorial and he wanted all on Noveria as well as the Normandy to know WHO Danielle Shepard had been with.
There were perks to the Commander having a low allergy risk to him, however, his was slightly more severe. He pressed his mouth plates against her soft lips, tangled his tongue with hers while rocking against her hips, and then reluctantly released her. He went to his desk and retrieved a cylinder shaped device. He rolled up the sleeve of his executive suit and pressed the device against his skin. The shot was quick, painless, and would last for up to twelve hours.
"Now," he said, tossing the used needle into the trash. "Let's get you out of here and back at my place."
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Noveria was small enough that the walk to his lush apartment was quick. When the doors to his private elevator closed he hauled her up in the same fashion as before and had her bare back pressed into the cold, metallic surface. She mewled as his mouth plates attacked the skin between her breasts, breath hitching as his teeth nipped the exposed underside of her breast, his tongue sneaking beneath the material to roll over a pebbled nipple. She reached up, unclasping the dress at the back of her neck and letting the top portion of it fall to her waist. He groaned as her hands reached up and slid along his fringe, hips bucking at the area between her legs.
The elevator doors opened with a ping and he lifted her from the elevator wall, her thighs draped over his arms, his face pressed between her breasts before his mouth traveled upwards, tongue caressing the skin of her neck. Dani shifted, her inner core clenching and heating with desire as he marched them past a kitchen and up a small set of stairs. She worked the clasps of his jacket and pulled it over his cowl and down his arms. He shucked it off along with his shirt before setting her on her feet. As he worked off his pants and shoes, Dani let her dress fall and pool at her feet. He let out a possessive growl as she kicked off her sandals and she jumped up and wrapped herself around the turian. He spun and headed toward the bed. As he fell forward to press her into the mattress his penis sheathed itself inside her. Both moaned as he braced himself up on both hands, her strands of hair tickling the tops of his knuckles. He pounded into her all the stress from his new job, the agony he had felt upon hearing of her death, and every other negative emotion he had bottled up over the past two years. In the back of his head his mind was warning him that his claws were going too deep into her skin and that his rough thrusts would cause her discomfort on her inner thighs but he couldn't stop. When his talons drew blood she purred and the faster and harder he thrust, the deeper he embedded himself within her: the louder and more passionate she got.
He lost it when she came, twisting her head to the side and pressing her hot little mouth to the tender flesh of his neck and biting down. HARD. He released a much undignified roar and rose to the tips of his toes. He hauled her bottom half upwards, taloned fingers digging into the flesh of her backside as he punished her pussy with powerful thrusts that had her breasts bouncing in time with his movements and suddenly his release was upon him… Over and over again he felt like he was releasing into her until he finally collapsed: the turian bed allowing him to lie on his back comfortably. A breathless Dani curled around his side and he twisted his head to inhale the scent of her skin… Sweet from her soap and salty from the sweat gained from their activities.
"I have medi-gel in the bathroom cabinet," he murmured upon inspecting her hip. A trifecta of marks marred the smooth, caramel skin and blood welled from his attack. She shrugged a shoulder before rising, bringing her hands up over her head and stretching. Lorik was left to enjoy the view of the lithe human.
"It doesn't hurt but I also don't want to bleed all over your sheets."
"I don't care about the sheets," he said, topaz eyes burning into hers, making her blush.
"I'll wash up…" She smirked before licking her lips, the action making him purr with want. "Then I have a treat for you."
"Do hurry back," he said, settling comfortably on his bed. "I'm quite hungry."
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Miranda eyed the Commander as she walked onto the Normandy with five minutes to spare. Shepard was walking funny, wincing a little and Miranda's eyes zeroed in on claw marks on her hips as well as bite marks on her neck.
"Shepard!" Dani looked at her and Miranda was soon confused. Why was Shepard smiling… Glowing?! "What…"
"Good afternoon, Miranda! Isn't it a great and lovely day? Hmm… Set a course for Illium! We have ourselves a drell to find! I'll be in my cabin!" said Shepard cheerily before walking away whistling with an extra bounce in her step and sway to her hips.
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Can't wait until our next get together. Next time I'll try to give you a heads up... For old times' sake.
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END
Next Chapter? Either General Oraka OR Turian you see sitting beside Aria in ME2 (her bodyguard?)! I have plans for both of them we shall see what I finish first! :)