MassEffect fanfic: Garrus and Katie Part 4: Garrus Secures a Date (#AILF8)

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Garrus secures the date

The gathering that evening was a huge, sparkling congregation of the most senior and revered leaders.

 

Kati smoothed a few strands back into her sweeping updo, careful not to disturb the visor hooks that nestled precariously amongst the elaborately styled curls holding the plate securely as it curved over her left eye.  

 

Like most humans, she had received neural and anti-biowarfare implants at birth.  But unlike most humans, the nano-tech enhancements for her eyes was courtesy of the military and made the pale blue slim visor totally un-necessary.  However, she continued to wear it to blend with the gen pop.  

 

She had maintained her elegant demeanor for most of the evening and only shuffled slightly into her seat, trying to get a more comfortable sit spot. The lashes from the afternoon’s training still aching although her skin had no marks to show the extent of the two hour intense close combat training session.

 

The meal was coming to an end, the many courses had all entranced with the textures, smells and tastes from across the culinary spectrum of the galaxy. 

 

The Terran general on her right and his aide de camp had monopolised her attention for most of the meal, regaling her with stories of negotiations for new settlement worlds and the policies needed.  Kati had been bored to tears, but had smiled at the right times and nodded appreciatively.

 

Another tap on her shoulder from the white haired general to her right “Ensign Kati, you’re army aren’t you?” His sallow skin was blotchy with the alcohol that flowed freely at the table.

“Yes, General.  Was an army brat and career soldier, brought up in one of the few Terran Prime worlds for senior leaders” 

 

Kati responded turning her back on the smartly suited Turian who had elbowed himself onto her table.

“A Terran Prime world eh? That must have given you some benefits in your training?”

 

“Yes, some” Kati shrugged, a noncommittal smile tugging at her mouth.

You did not mention that the benefit included training in high protocol, infiltration and black ops at august functions like this with dignitaries from all the major planetary systems currently within the Alliance.  

 

Not the place, or the time.

 

Her hair bristled with sweeping curls and loose braiding all held together with tiny sparkling adornments. The full length, red figure hugging square necked dress had a velvety feel and clung to her form in ways that emphasised her bust, cleavage and opened with far too low a sweep, she felt, in the back. 

 

She smoothed her hair again, trying not to fidget and winced slightly at the soreness in her shoulder, also courtesy of the training session Viera had kindly sprung on her as part of that afternoon’s debrief. He had also sent the ensemble for her to wear that evening, along with strict instructions for the next few weeks.  Instructions she had no plans to keep if given half the chance.

 

“We seem to be the only two people who made the effort to dress for a formal Terran occasion” The rich deep voice on her left was smooth and effortless. 

Kati glanced at the Turian, noting his body suit styled like formal dinner wear.

The lower chitin plates of his jaw flicked out gently as if in ironic humour at the whole event. 

The scars on one jaw and neck had Kati’s heart kick up a gear, beating rapidly as she took in his outfit.

“Vakerian. Garrus Vakerian” the Turian extended his hand , the three appendages held loosely.

“Kati.” She smiled slowly, taking his hand briefly before leaning away slightly.

“Just Kati?” Garrus canted his head slightly, his blue eye visor hiding the glint in his eye.

“Yes, just Kati. For tonight” Kati smiled again, looking up at Garrus from beneath lowered lashes.

“Well, just Kati-for-tonight, how would you like to share our hospitality?” He leaned forward slightly, his grey eyes sparkling with a warmth Kati was quick to notice.

“What did you have in mind?” she asked gesturing at the large gathering.  

 

Garrus did not need an explanation. Evenings such as these either ended with a musical ensemble, acid pit gladiator trials or a continuation of the drink and dancing.

 

“How’s your dancing?” He blurted the question suddenly, feeling the rush of hot temperature heat his chest and neck. Thank the stars for tough chitin. Covered a multitude of sins, unlike the soft lush skin of the human sitting next to him.  Her chin and chest jutted out, curvy in an elegant manner so unlike the strong and unyielding form of the Turian females.

 

He tore his eyes away, irritated that he had been staring at the human’s features which had flushed gently after his question, and her breathing had increased.

“Dancing?” Kati’s voice was low, her eyes sparkling as she looked back at his twinkling smirk.

 

I’d be lying if I said I didn’t hope it wouldn’t inspire a certain mood” Garrus blinked once, the iris of his un-visored grey eye blown with desire.

“Wow. Straight for the kill, Garrus” Kati’s voice was teasing

“If I wanted to take more than your shields down I’d have done it.  I just want to get you moving.” Garrus leaned towards her, ignoring the dim hum of the dinner guests as it swirled around them.

“Let’s make our excuses” he suggested, his eyes flicking over her face “that is , of course, if you’re amenable?”

“What did you have in mind?” Kati cocked her head to one side, wetting her lips with nervous energy.

 

“I’m going to go change into something a bit more…appropriate” Garrus said, his voice low.  

“Meet me at shuttle area 597 in a half turn.”

He pushed his chair back, bowed to the rest of the table guests and strode off.

 

“I fear Garrus has had his fill of pleasantries tonight” the Turian across the table, Platekh, Kati reminded herself,  spoke with feigned sadness , his fingers drumming on the pristine glass table surface in unfeigned delight.

 

“Maybe it was something I said?” Kati quipped light heartedly

“Hmmm. Maybe it was” The Turian was looking over at her slyly, his mandibles and upper nose plates quivering with mirth.

“I am more than happy to stand in for the him and share your delightful company” Platekh pushed back his chair and stood, ready to move into the space just vacated. 

 

“Actually, I too may need to call an early night” Kati spoke quickly, urging the  Turian to remain where he was. “I do have another appointment scheduled this evening. A comm call with family” she spoke firmly as she got to her feet.

 

“Let me escort you to your shuttle at least” Platekh was already at her side, smoothly helping her out of her chair and motioning for a table servant to collect her outer coverings.

 

Kati spoke briefly with Gatlin on her way out, smiling tightly when he reminded her to be at her desk bright and early tomorrow.

“He can take that desk and shove it right up-“ Kati smiled tightly through her clenched teeth.   

 

At the shuttle loading bay Kati smoothed her hand through her hair. The couturier programme released the hairstyle and her hair fell into its normal,sleek Bob. Tapping the small dip along the dress neckline, the long flowing red dress shimmered, then restructured to a more form fitting, sleek little black number.

 

Pratekh eyed her curves and stepped in front of her, his nasal chitin slats quivering slightly as he grasped her lightly by each elbow.

 

“So, I have a cheeky little Vetruvian wine back at my pad if you’d like to join me for a-“

“Pratekh, “ a deep voice growled from behind him and Garrus, now clad in the black and white suit cover stepped into view. “Step away. Don’t make me hurt you. I’ve been testing  my guns and am pretty sure I have improved the aim since my last set of calibrations. I’ll see the female home safely”

 

Pratekh clapped his chitin hard against his jaw in irritation, and, bowing stiffly, spun away and returned to the hall.

 

“We can either take mine or separate shuttles if you prefer” Garrus motioned to his larger, much sleeker model. “The perks of being an Advisor”, he shrugged 

 

“No, it’s fine. I can call for an escort home if needed” Kati shrugged, shaking out her hair and tapping the visor, causing it to fold away within her short bobbed hair. 

 

She looked up at him, her smile slow and enticing “So, where are we going?”

 

Garrus took her arm, motioning her towards his shuttle as he waved off his security detail, relieving them for the evening.

 

He glanced down at her, his eyes glittering in the soft purple light of the shuttle bay.

 

 

“We’re going somewhere I’m going to be able to test my reach …and your flexibility.”

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MassEffect fanfic: Garrus and Kati: Garrus secures a date

πŸ’•πŸ‘½πŸ˜ˆGarrus and Kati Part 4:#AILF8 πŸ˜ˆπŸ‘½πŸ’•

Garrus secures the date

The gathering that evening was a huge, sparkling congregation of the most senior and revered leaders.

 

Kati smoothed a few strands back into her sweeping updo, careful not to disturb the visor hooks that nestled precariously amongst the elaborately styled curls holding the plate securely as it curved over her left eye.  

 

Like most humans, she had received neural and anti-biowarfare implants at birth.  But unlike most humans, the nano-tech enhancements for her eyes was courtesy of the military and made the pale blue slim visor totally un-necessary.  However, she continued to wear it to blend with the gen pop.  

 

She had maintained her elegant demeanor for most of the evening and only shuffled slightly into her seat, trying to get a more comfortable sit spot. The lashes from the afternoon’s training still aching although her skin had no marks to show the extent of the two hour intense close combat training session.

 

The meal was coming to an end, the many courses had all entranced with the textures, smells and tastes from across the culinary spectrum of the galaxy. 

 

The Terran general on her right and his aide de camp had monopolised her attention for most of the meal, regaling her with stories of negotiations for new settlement worlds and the policies needed.  Kati had been bored to tears, but had smiled at the right times and nodded appreciatively.

 

Another tap on her shoulder from the white haired general to her right “Ensign Kati, you’re army aren’t you?” His sallow skin was blotchy with the alcohol that flowed freely at the table.

“Yes, General.  Was an army brat and career soldier, brought up in one of the few Terran Prime worlds for senior leaders” 

 

Kati responded turning her back on the smartly suited Turian who had elbowed himself onto her table.

“A Terran Prime world eh? That must have given you some benefits in your training?”

 

“Yes, some” Kati shrugged, a noncommittal smile tugging at her mouth.

You did not mention that the benefit included training in high protocol, infiltration and black ops at august functions like this with dignitaries from all the major planetary systems currently within the Alliance.  

 

Not the place, or the time.

 

Her hair bristled with sweeping curls and loose braiding all held together with tiny sparkling adornments. The full length, red figure hugging square necked dress had a velvety feel and clung to her form in ways that emphasised her bust, cleavage and opened with far too low a sweep, she felt, in the back. 

 

She smoothed her hair again, trying not to fidget and winced slightly at the soreness in her shoulder, also courtesy of the training session Viera had kindly sprung on her as part of that afternoon’s debrief. He had also sent the ensemble for her to wear that evening, along with strict instructions for the next few weeks.  Instructions she had no plans to keep if given half the chance.

 

“We seem to be the only two people who made the effort to dress for a formal Terran occasion” The rich deep voice on her left was smooth and effortless. 

Kati glanced at the Turian, noting his body suit styled like formal dinner wear.

The lower chitin plates of his jaw flicked out gently as if in ironic humour at the whole event. 

The scars on one jaw and neck had Kati’s heart kick up a gear, beating rapidly as she took in his outfit.

“Vakerian. Garrus Vakerian” the Turian extended his hand , the three appendages held loosely.

“Kati.” She smiled slowly, taking his hand briefly before leaning away slightly.

“Just Kati?” Garrus canted his head slightly, his blue eye visor hiding the glint in his eye.

“Yes, just Kati. For tonight” Kati smiled again, looking up at Garrus from beneath lowered lashes.

“Well, just Kati-for-tonight, how would you like to share our hospitality?” He leaned forward slightly, his grey eyes sparkling with a warmth Kati was quick to notice.

“What did you have in mind?” she asked gesturing at the large gathering.  

 

Garrus did not need an explanation. Evenings such as these either ended with a musical ensemble, acid pit gladiator trials or a continuation of the drink and dancing.

 

“How’s your dancing?” He blurted the question suddenly, feeling the rush of hot temperature heat his chest and neck. Thank the stars for tough chitin. Covered a multitude of sins, unlike the soft lush skin of the human sitting next to him.  Her chin and chest jutted out, curvy in an elegant manner so unlike the strong and unyielding form of the Turian females.

 

He tore his eyes away, irritated that he had been staring at the human’s features which had flushed gently after his question, and her breathing had increased.

“Dancing?” Kati’s voice was low, her eyes sparkling as she looked back at his twinkling smirk.

 

I’d be lying if I said I didn’t hope it wouldn’t inspire a certain mood” Garrus blinked once, the iris of his un-visored grey eye blown with desire.

“Wow. Straight for the kill, Garrus” Kati’s voice was teasing

“If I wanted to take more than your shields down I’d have done it.  I just want to get you moving.” Garrus leaned towards her, ignoring the dim hum of the dinner guests as it swirled around them.

“Let’s make our excuses” he suggested, his eyes flicking over her face “that is , of course, if you’re amenable?”

“What did you have in mind?” Kati cocked her head to one side, wetting her lips with nervous energy.

 

“I’m going to go change into something a bit more…appropriate” Garrus said, his voice low.  

“Meet me at shuttle area 597 in a half turn.”

He pushed his chair back, bowed to the rest of the table guests and strode off.

I’ll take it from here boys!

 

 

“I fear Garrus has had his fill of pleasantries tonight” the Turian across the table, Platekh, Kati reminded herself,  spoke with feigned sadness , his fingers drumming on the pristine glass table surface in unfeigned delight.

 

“Maybe it was something I said?” Kati quipped light heartedly

“Hmmm. Maybe it was” The Turian was looking over at her slyly, his mandibles and upper nose plates quivering with mirth.

“I am more than happy to stand in for the him and share your delightful company” Platekh pushed back his chair and stood, ready to move into the space just vacated. 

 

“Actually, I too may need to call an early night” Kati spoke quickly, urging the  Turian to remain where he was. “I do have another appointment scheduled this evening. A comm call with family” she spoke firmly as she got to her feet.

 

“Let me escort you to your shuttle at least” Platekh was already at her side, smoothly helping her out of her chair and motioning for a table servant to collect her outer coverings.

 

Kati spoke briefly with Gatlin on her way out, smiling tightly when he reminded her to be at her desk bright and early tomorrow.

“He can take that desk and shove it right up-“ Kati smiled tightly through her clenched teeth.   

 

At the shuttle loading bay Kati smoothed her hand through her hair. The couturier programme released the hairstyle and her hair fell into its normal,sleek Bob. Tapping the small dip along the dress neckline, the long flowing red dress shimmered, then restructured to a more form fitting, sleek little black number.

 

Pratekh eyed her curves and stepped in front of her, his nasal chitin slats quivering slightly as he grasped her lightly by each elbow.

 

“So, I have a cheeky little Vetruvian wine back at my pad if you’d like to join me for a-“

“Pratekh, “ a deep voice growled from behind him and Garrus, now clad in the black and white suit cover stepped into view. “Step away. Don’t make me hurt you. I’ve been testing  my guns and am pretty sure I have improved the aim since my last set of calibrations. I’ll see the female home safely”

 

Pratekh clapped his chitin hard against his jaw in irritation, and, bowing stiffly, spun away and returned to the hall.

 

“We can either take mine or separate shuttles if you prefer” Garrus motioned to his larger, much sleeker model. “The perks of being an Advisor”, he shrugged 

 

“No, it’s fine. I can call for an escort home if needed” Kati shrugged, shaking out her hair and tapping the visor, causing it to fold away within her short bobbed hair. 

 

She looked up at him, her smile slow and enticing “So, where are we going?”

 

Garrus took her arm, motioning her towards his shuttle as he waved off his security detail, relieving them for the evening.

 

He glanced down at her, his eyes glittering in the soft purple light of the shuttle bay.

 

“We’re going somewhere I’m going to be able to test my reach …and your flexibility.”

 

 

 

 

MassEffect fanfic: Garrus and Kate: Part 3 – Swipe Left

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She’d shot out of the shuttle as soon as the hatch doors lifted, marched up to Viera, and shoved the intel tablet against his slim muscle free chest.  “Here. Take it.  You let me walk right into that ass shafting, didn’t you?” her words were harsh but the handler just shrugged philosophically.

 

“How so?”

How So?!” She small eyed him balefully, leaning against the pale metal of the shuttle surface.

 

She had been battling to get out from under the long shadow of her family name throughout her time at the Citadel and once there, she found she needed to escape the even longer shadow of Commander Shepard.  The stories about that Commander seemed larger that the woman herself – and Kati had seen the Commander in person once on the briefing videos before she had left with her cyborg mates. 

 

“I know  you’ve heard” Kati’s words were clipped, as she ground her jaw in anger.

“Yep. Pity.  But hey, Citadel run the show in these parts.  We can find other ways for you to get involved – “

Kati rounded on him angrily.

 

“What? I made this project. Made this whole shit after years of gathering intel.  And now, rather than me heading up the investigation I had pulled together with nothing more than the smoke, mirrors and slimy trails of flesh mercenaries I’m   being asked to be a desk jockey. Fuck that!”

 

Viera grabbed her shoulder firmly as she spun to march away. His fingers bit into her flesh, holding her in place.

“Remember your place, human. We have need of you only as far as we can use your skills. Alternatives solutions are available for us” he said quietly, as he gave her a quick shake. Kati shrugged his hand off, looking up into his face to see his thin membrane lids shutter across his slightly large reptilian eyes. 

 

Kati clenched her jaw, defiant but silent.  After a few seconds of his unrelenting stare, she nodded her head. Once, but it was enough.  Viera let her go and shoved his four fingered hand into his cape and drew out a credit chip.

“How so? Kati asks Viera

 

“Report to the training bay in a quarter turn.” He passed the chip to Kati, who took it reluctantly, glaring but silent.

“ You need to work off this attitude and get your head back in the game.  You have the invitation for the Senate event this evening. I don’t want this attitude spilling over to how you behave tonight”

“It will be useless if I cant even stand up this evening” she bit out as she strode away

 

“You’ll definitely be able to stand. But may find it difficult to sit if you don’t adjust that attitude” his ominous warning chilled her to the bone.  

 

Viera watched her stride away, a cold smile on his face. He was ruthless in his punishments and enjoyed the pain he inflicted during the training sessions more than he should, he acknowledged to himself without a shred of guilt.  His preferred weapons for training sessions were blade and lash  – and he preferred using the lash to keep sparring partners at a distance only to reel them in for a few cutting slices of his crystal tipped blade. 

 

He enjoyed gifting pain as a method of keeping his team of specialists in control. Kati would receive his full attentions for that break in emotions. 

 

 

And he would enjoy it immensely.

MassEffect fanfic: Garrus And Kati-Part 2 Suited And Booted #AILF8

πŸ’•πŸ‘½πŸ˜ˆGarrus and Kati #AILF8 πŸ˜ˆπŸ‘½πŸ’•

Part 2: Suited and Booted

 

Garrus

With the Reapers defeated in this section of the galaxy, the alliance with the krogan had finally given the desired advantage. 

 

The quarterly ambassadorial events to strengthen the other race alliances were a necessary evil of the politicking as required an advisor to the Turian Primark.  

 

But Garrus was still a soldier at heart. 

 

And still a quiet vigilante. He cast a critical eye over his required clothing for the upcoming evening festivities, grimacing at the neck tie. 

 

The Turian Primark had suggested – read ordered – him to attend tonight dressed in honour of the human delegation. Some idea, seeing as how he had the longest time serving under one of them on the Normandy.

 

“It’ll be good to show how seriously we take the Alliance. What’s your view?” Primark Victus had nodded at him firmly at the last meeting that morning, striding into the data centre Garrus used as his workspace.

 

“One moment” Garrus’ hands flew over the console “just completing my…calibrations” 

“I don’t think it will matter” Garrus had eventually responded, not looking up from his holoscreen until the data cycle beeped its conclusion, confirming the slight improvement in weapons engagement from this data run.

He looked up, head canted to the side in undisguised defeat. “but I’ll do it. If you believe this is necessary, Primark. Remember, I’ve been C-Sec. I know how they think”

 

“Yes, Garrus. It is necessary. And whilst C-Sec always felt they had the last word, they’re content. In this case, they don’t” The Primark was getting to a point. 

 

A creeping unease stole over Garrus

 

“So?”

 

“So, although C-Sec headquarters aren’t looking over your shoulder they’ve negotiated something else with the Alliance”

 

“What is it?” Garrus kept the irritation out of his voice although his beligerant stance gave away his feelings

 

“Received this notification today.” The Primark’s aide handed the holo comm to Garrus.

 

“They’re sending out a C-Sec administrator to observe our next few delegate meetings. I’ve agreed that as a good idea. And assigned the C-Sec lackey to you.” The Primark had given him a good natured clap on the back of his bio suit as he strode out of Garrus’s data centre.

 

‘So. A vigilante, a renegade, dispenser of justice in an unjust galaxy. In a Turian tuxedo’ Garrus gave a mirthless laugh remembering how five years ago he had wished for war to be over, preparing to spend his life in comfortable companionship with Commander Shepard. 

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He smoothed his hand over the slight bulge in his lower torso, grimacing with the thoughts of the enhancements he had undertaken in hope of his happy mated future.

 

But that life had not been in the stars.

 

Shepard’s return to active duty and driving need to succeed had required a compromise on both sides, one he was prepared to make. But she was not. So they had parted ways, concluding their time as friends with benefits, but would always remain friends. 

 

Her paired cyborgs assigned to her recovery had become her partners and formed the start of a new crew. They had soon become the loves of her life and he genuinely wished them the best.  

 

Shaking his head at fond memories, Garrus brought himself back to the here and now. He grimaced ruefully again at himself in the mirror. His scars had faded but would always be there as a reminder of his vigilante period.

 

Handsome brute that he was he wore the faded scars on his chitin jaw, neck and cheek with confident pride. But Garrus felt his heart was just as scarred, with little chance of finding that female who would match him step for step in wor, life and, yes, even love.

 

He sighed, ‘Well I suppose evenings like this are the bad that come with this job.’    

 

Tomorrow he would meet his work observer. Probably some snot nosed grunt related to one of the higher ups, he thought irritably. Well so long as they kept out of his way, they’d get along just fine. 

 

That was tomorrow. But, tonight, tonight he was going to have some fun. Cut loose. Get back into the swing of things. Maybe challenge that feisty Turian technician on the Primark’s detail to a friendly combat round.

 

‘After all’ he muttered to himself smiling fondly at a past memory ‘I have reach. Let’s see about her flexibility’

 

He shifted again into a more comfortable position in his human fashion tailored white and black leather body suit, smoothed the skin tight gloves over his three fingered appendages and strode out of his quarters. The ubiquitous guard stood to attention and then fall in behind him as he strode to the shuttle.

 

“I’ll fly myself tonight boys” Garrus informed them as the glazed door and roof of the shuttle swung open. “Follow in the team shuttle. Just want to go over a few high security issues before we get there” It was a lame excuse and he knew it, but sometimes, just sometimes he needed a little alone time.

 

The detail saluted smartly but waited until he was seated and the shuttle had closed before they turned and jogged to the security shuttle that was already primed and waiting.

 

The Primark’s Mansion was a smaller replica of the Citadel, the central atrium and soaring walkways joining the large towers that enclosed the open air gardens , only recently repaired since the Reapers war on Palaven.  Flying to level 795, Garrus turned and backed the shuttle into the reserved space for dignitaries and senior officials on the suspended walkway. 

 

Walking into the well lit banqueting hall Garrus made his way to the knot of delegates surrounding the Primark, stopping to respond briefly to greetings and questions from other partygoers as he made his path through the throng.

 

“Primark Victus has started to order to repopulation and return our families to Palaven and has promoted me to Senior Advisor.” A smooth voice rose above the general hubbub of voices in the hall.

 

‘What’s that sink hole talking about now?’ Garrus muttered to himself as he joined the group. He shot a grimacing Platekh a glowering look before bowing slightly in greeting to the Primark

 

“Ah, there you are Garrus!” Primark Victus looked slightly relieved to see him.

 

“Was just telling these delegates that war is more my wheelhouse, not state functions, But we seem to have made a good fist of it tonight” Ptimark Victu looked round in satisfaction at the throng, the mech servers moving swiftly between the guests, ensuring no glass or snifter was left unfilled.

 

“And I was just thanking our Primark for the recent promotion” Platekh inclined his head, his eyes dancing in his chitin visage with undisguised delight.

 

Silvery chimes rang out, indicating mealtime for those bipedal species that wished to eat together as a group. Others species bowed in thanks, then shuffled away to carefully prepared alcoves, some into airlocked walkways that led to chambers filled with atmosphere more suited to their species. Or, in the case of the Quarian delegates, an atmosphere free, enviro-clean chamber.

 

“Garrus, just in time. I’d like you to accompany the human delegation. See if you can gain early Intel in this observation campaign C-Sec has thought up” The Primark spoke low, nodding over to the group just ahead of them.  

 

Garrus nodded before striding away towards the group. His Turian’s hearing easily made out the gentle pitch of a human female voice. It floated over the sound of the eerily seductive music that filtered throughout the large banqueting hall. The voice was a low sexy drawl, confident, enticing.

 

Garrus noticed with appreciation her soft rounded checks, the sweep of brunette hair, noting it’s warm red undertones as it caressed her shoulders and the delicate elfin chin that set off her oval face.

 

One of the humans made a comment and her laugh rang out, a low chuckle, a glimpse of strong even teeth, framed by  glossy, seductively pink lips. Minimal face paint. He appreciated that in a woman.

 

“Hmmm. This will be my pleasure” Garrus twitched his chitin jaw, straightened his tie and nudged Pratekh aside, angling himself into the seat next to the seductively voiced woman. Pratekh clicked his chitin jaws in annoyance, receiving a death glare from Garrus in response. 

 

Laughing, Pratekh backed away, holding his hands up in mock defeat. He slid smoothly into the seat opposite at the nearest table.  

 

Garrus sighed, turning back to the table.

 

This was going to be a looooong night.

MassEffect Fanfic:Garrus And Kati Part 1- The Shadow (#AILF8)

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(After severe representations and an intense bout of bribery (not, unfortunately including me πŸ™„πŸ˜‚) I have pulled together my own rather loose fanfic of #MassEffect2 #Garrus. Kate, this one’s for you…)

 

Part 1: The Shadow Emerges

The hum and whizz of airborne shuttles provided a soothing white noise to blanket agonised screams that bounced out of the stark white medical rooms to skitter along the corridor. 

 

Of the five allied planetary forces that had accepted the Citadel Council into its midst, three had soldiers and civilians undergoing treatment in this high security medical centre.

 

“Our physio methods here are aggressive and often painful. But they need to be.  Because they work” The paired medical cyborgs spoke in unison, their almost ghostly white forms flashing a soothing neon green as their faces broke into a practiced smile. Uno, denoted as such by the shiny plate on its upper chest drew the door closed behind them as they left the observation chamber.

 

“Very well, Duo. You may carry on” The hologram of the Allied Planetary Forces flickered as it floated up to the ceiling. It glided ahead of the observation team as they moved out of the medical gene manipulation therapy unit back into the main concourse of the Citadel.

 

The collection of krogan, Turian, and human envoys walked behind the hologram, speaking quietly to each other.  A human General consulted a datapad held out to him by a female assistant then turned to the two cyborg medics suddenly “So, can you tell me what happened to Shepard?”

 

“Those files have been declassified” Duo cyborg spoke after a slight pause. Uno cyborg continued “Shepard was a patient here five years ago after the Reaper war reached its zenith”

 

The human general nodded patiently, noting that the information would be provided jointly by the Cyborgs.  The allied forces agreed that the paired Cyborg protocol ensured that black ops and minority report incidents were effectively a thing of the past for C-Sec sister organisations.

 

“Commander Shepard was brought to Citadel after the final battle.” Uno spoke quietly, its head canting slightly indicating its access to archived records.

 

“Her life support acted as a homing beacon-” Duo spoke as Uno paused as if to take a breath

 

“ -to a passing Turian freighter. Her badly broken body was initially returned to Spectre but was transferred here for more comprehensive repairs” Uno finished the sentence.

 

Both cyborgs turned and motioned the party of alliance envoys to exit the medical facility level before they re-engaged the security locks. The cyborgs once again took up lead position ahead of the group of delegates as they walked towards the causeway transit level.

 

“May we enquire why you ask about this soldier?” Without breaking stride, Duo spoke, his head rotating 360 to face the General behind him

 

“I’d visited her after she returned” the human responded, knowing he was being recorded for the archive update.

 

“But Shepard was not the same person after that battle.” the human envoy, Identified as General Sean Gatlin nodded sadly

 

 “Her crew were reassigned and whatever connections  she had built with that team or the Turian, can’t remember his name now, cooled although I understand that they’ve all remained loyal friends”

 

‘Just not with benefits.’ The chitin in the jaw of the black striped Turian just behind the human delegates hardly moved as he muttered the comment in a low pitch. He stared unrepentant at the General’s aide who glanced over her shoulder at him, flashing her a leer with his pointed teeth as he realised from the shocked yet intrigued look on her face, that the small human female had overheard.

 

“Our presentation and site tour is at an end, honoured guests” The cyborgs spoke together and bowed their heads deferentially for a moment in unison.

 

“Well, that concludes the formal part of this summit” the hologram hummed and flickered as the Allied Forces Prime Commander spoke. “Look forward to seeing you all at the reception this evening.” The hologram dissipated as the group made their salutations and parted to their various shuttles.

 

“General Gatlin, a quick word if I may” a Turian Commander stepped towards the human who, after handing his female aide the information tablet moved away to join him in a quiet conversation. 

 

The black and grey striped Turian slid silently next to the female aide “Commander Platekh, for the Palaven Planetary Recovery Consortium, at your service” he held out his gloved hand, the three fingered appendage intimating his wish to engage in the human handshake.

 

“Kati Battinge, C-Sec Senior Human Allied Liason” she shook the proferred hand politely. There was no need to share the full reasons she was at this summit without authority, no matter how high this Turian’s security clearance appeared to be.

 

“So, did you know either Garrus Vekarian or Commander Shepard?” the Turian asked his grey eyes flicking over her features with interest

 

“No. Well, not very well” Kati smiled politely. She didn’t feel that a few times meeting at the shore leave dives that were the usual haunts of the vigilantes and Spectre crews was ample introducation.  

 

She had watched from afar as Garrus had interacted with Shepard, playing out ‘date night’ and dancing the Argentinian Tango. Garrus moved with natural grace, easily laying aside his military bearing and cares during the few times she had been undercover and in disguise. 

 

She’d noted him during these rare downtimes, his long limbs and svelte hips moving without effort as if made for music.  Shepard, not so much. For all her feminine stature, she had moved, sat, spoke as if always in battle mode. It was only because it looked like Garrus seemed to be completely taken by his romance with that human that made Kati decide to bury her Turian crush. 

 

Unbeknown to Garrus, he had saved her life. She would not tarnish that memory with further feelings of unrequited love.

 

“Hmm. My initial analysis shows there may be more to that answer than you let on…”The Turian chuckled, good natured, bending his head towards her, the arm of his formal blue and yellow bodysuit brushing against hers. “Maybe you would do me the honour of sharing the Turian table at this evening’s reception,”he murmured “We would love to have you and-”

 

“Battinge, with me. We’re on to the next meeting!” the sharp note of command from General Gatlin broke into the conversation, causing the flirty Turian to step back with a wry smile.

 

“Would you excuse me, I really do have to go” Kati eased around the Turian, the twinkle in his un-visored eye letting her know he was amused rather than offended by the fatherly glare the General threw his way. She joined the General and the two soldiers that had joined him. Rosswell and Pingart were special ops, part of the only remaining secret service forces C-Sec had left in place. Or so the higher ups thought.

 

She moved to rejoin the General who had been joined by two soldiers.

 

Hmmm. Logs indicated they were off planet on a mission, yet here they were. Rosswell and Pingart.

 

Both were special ops, part of the only remaining secret service forces C-Sec had left in place. Or so the higher ups thought.

 

“Another time then” The Turian inclined his head, raising his hand in polite farewell to the General. Well, a one digit salute anyway before he returned to the small group of Turian delegates as they made their way to their shuttle.

Citadel concourse

 

The General’s silver bushy eyebrows crashed over his flinty pale blue eyes as he noted the flush on Kati’s cheeks. “Platekh being a fucking nuisance?” he growled.

 

“Not at all General, Sir” Kati lifted the info tablet to her visored eye, flicking through the schedule and bringing up the sealed file for the meeting. 

 

“Your papers, Sir” She slid the tablet over to the General.

 

“Keep hold of that for a parsec” the General stopped her “We’ve a short meeting with the Turian Commander. I’d like you in on it.  Kati stepped into the shuttle, Rosswell and Pingart sliding in beside her before it hummed to life, lifted off the causeway and took off silently, soaring to the upper level of the Citadel.

 

“Glad to see you boys in one piece” Kati cast her eye over the two men. Rosswell smirked in response, Pingart, the sour faced bully that he was ignored her, flicking on his lower arm wristlet to check his reports for the meeting.

 

The shuttle slid silently to a halt on the upper level concourse, its glazed roof and doors sliding open with a whisper. Kati stepped out and hurried to catch up with the General whose shuttle had arrived moments before hers.

 

“What’s with Dumb and Dumber?” she hissed angrily between her teeth.

“Now Commander, let’s take this after our meeting” the General kept an affable smile on his face, nodding in acknowledgement as they passed the saluting guard, looking for all the world as if they were in a polite conversation.

 

The group of humans were ushered into the Turian Commander’s administration courtyard.

 

“Right. Lets get down to it” the Turian sat behind his wide glass topped desk and waved his hand over the embedded console. The holoscreen shimmered to fill the meeting room with several files and headshots quickly coming into focus.

 

“After Garrus and Shepard busted Saleon’s black market in harvested krogan body parts, Pallin and I decided to archive that case. Recently, the Citadel Council has been made aware of another high tension case.  If we don’t contain this it will shatter the delicate agreement we have with the krogan and leave us open to a resurgence in Reaper attacks. “

 

“This month a new case came in through our information grapevine.”The General took up the briefing

 

“ Same M O as the body parts case Garrus reported as solved.  This perpetrator works exactly like Saleon. Frankly, we’re not too sure that Garrus and Shepard did get the right person.” The Turian looked over at the General who nodded once, firmly

 

“ Project Archangel has been cleared. It’s a go from our end”

 

Kati drew in a breath. That had been her project, she’d spent the last two years infiltrating the Citadel administration and C-Sec, building the evidence but now she felt something was going to o horribly wrong with this meeting.

 

The Turian swept the files from the holoprojection towards Pingart who lifted his armlet, the quiet beep acknowledging and capturing the files. The blank holoprojector shimmered then disappeared.

 

“Now, just wait a minute-“ Kati strode angrily towards the Turian, leaning over the desk and pressing her fists in frustration onto the survace.

 

“Roswell. Pingart.” The Turian Commander looked around her, and continued as if uninterrupted

 

“ You’ll be needed to monitor and shadow a Spectre team, headed by a Turian whose been out with them for a few years.  He’s ex C-Sec and as hard as nails-“

 

The aged Turian Commander turned and pushed a tablet towards her, rows of his sharp teeth peeking out as the chitin of his mandibles broke into a wry grin.

 

“Commander Battinge, you’ll be surplus to requirements in the field on this mission, but we do have a job you’re well suited for.  You’ll be required to collate and pass on all information to the Alliance Data team. We’ll get you set up in an office here at the Citadel.”

 

Rosswell snorted and covered his mouth with his hand as Kati swung an angry glare in his direction.

 

 

 

“The Alliance feels that the mission will be better equipped with this proven taskforce taking point.” The General stopped and turned to face her, his expressions turning serious

 

“Whilst I have no doubts as to your expertise and track record, Commander Buttinge, there has been some talk about your limited time in the field, and this does necessitate looking at all the best options to ensure success”

 

“The Council is agreed as to the way forward” the Turian rose from his seat, glaring at Kati with an expressionless face.

 

 “But Sir, if you just consider-“ Kati bit out tightly

 

“It’s done, Commander” the Turian Commander flicked a glance of censure at General Gatlin whose face returned to the flinty look he was well known for

 

“Battinge, get this intel up to F Section. By hand.”  General Gatlin’s voice took on an edge of steel

 

“ I don’t want to put these files through the computer system. And this is something we need to keep out of the main Citadel circulation for the time being. This needs to be kept under wraps. We don’t want the word to get out if we’re now investigating Spectre cases.”

 

 

 

“Right away, sir” Kate pushed back off from the desk, her neon blue eye visor clicking  into place as she engaged the security code on the handheld tablet, denoting the contents as top security. Her visor screen flickered once over the wristlet of Pingart as she brushed past him.

 

“Better luck next time” Rosswell grinned with humour, his laughter drowning the uploading beep from her personal tablet.

 

Kati strode out of the room, her back stiff and jaw tight as she marched back to the shuttle.

 

Sliding into the pilot seat she tapped her visor, hailing her handler as she turned the C-Sec neuro transmitter off. She had a dinner invitation and a case to resolve. Smiling grimly, she kicked the shuttle into life and zoomed off the concourse, flying out of the Citadel.

 

“Report” the disembodied voice of her handler came through her scrambled comms channel

 

“What the fuck, Viera?” Kati gritted out angrily

 

“I’ve been working with Spectre for the last six years and don’t get the courtesy of a heads up? What the hell is happening here,

 

“Sorry about that Shadow, we only just heard” Viera sounded matter of fact.

 

“So, even though damned C-Sec offered me another term I refused and stuck with Spectre. And get sold out like this.  I’ve been there done that shit, Viera. C-Sec like things done their way and I’m never going back to that world of red tape.” Kati left atmosphere and headed to the large human station satellite, gave her call signal and joined the line of shuttles awaiting docking authority from the satellite command center.

 

“This was my mission and no Council decision is going to take if from me” Kati announced, moving up the line into position.

“Glad to hear it, Shadow” Viera’s voice said, his wry acceptance showing no surprise at Kati’s determination.

“Where are you docking? Bay G52-7?” he asked

“Yes. Where else?”

“OK. No need to get tetchy with me, Shadow” Viera was unfazed at her anger

“I’ll meet you there. You have new instructions”

“And a party to prepare for” Kati stated firmly

“Of course. Wouldn’t have you miss that for the world” Viera’s dry humourless laugh grated on her nerves

 

“Shadow, out” Kati snapped, killing the comm link.

 

Her shuttle position flashed up clearing her for landing and she slid out of the queue of shuttles, darting around the satellite to Level G. Slipping into the landing bay she put the shuttle on autopilot, leaving it to dock quietly. 

 

Grabbing the tablet she checked again, noting with satisfaction that her purloined copy of the files, files of work she had painstakingly gathered, files just earlier given to Pingart was completely downloaded to her database. 

 

Yep. Her day was looking up. 

 

“And my evening will be even better” Kati vowed grimly.

#AILF10 The Breeder Market Part 9: Obsidian, Breeder King

πŸ’•πŸ‘½πŸ˜ˆThe Market: Part 9 Obsidian Breeder #AILF10 πŸ˜ˆπŸ‘½πŸ’•

Obsidian crossed his hands low on his waist, smoothing his dark clawed fingers against the sensing stones embedded in the back of his hands.

He moved his hands gently, his gaze fixed on the prone form of the female human. 

His hands. They throbbed uncomfortably, joined in their pulsing sometimes by the orb embedded centrally in his forehead.

The sensing was a cursed problem. Ever since he had connected breath with the human female on her delivery by the Sales Master, they had not ceased their dull ache.

Only when he was within scenting distance of the female did the throbbing ease, to be replaced by another throbbing, low in his spine, pulsing through his mating shaft that oozed slick, dark inky pods of sperm along its central grooved channel.

 

Lena had been resting, half asleep, half awake when two meaty, tentacles had sneaked out of the water, circling each ankle to drag her towards the edge of the pool. She smiled gently to herself as she awakened. 

Obsidian had no plans to learn the courtesy of her human society any time soon.

“I wish to now show you my world” Obsidian had said simply.

“Well, no need to drag me around. You could just ask” Lena had huffed

“Ask? I do not ask. I take what is mine, for I need no permission” Obsidian had responded, rising to loom over her.  His hands and burly arms had slammed down, caging her on either side, opening his mind further for her. Lena had felt no ego or arrogance, merely a firm confidence in his position as leader of the Url peoples. And desire, banked but rising rapidly like a rolling tide

“Here” Obsidian had nodded at his left hand, the one on which a bronze coloured tube wristlet circled.

“This is our breathing tube connector” He explained. 

“Be still”

Lena had watched in fascination as the wristlet had uncoiled. When she shrieked instinctively, Obsidian’s hands had shot out, holding her still by her shoulders.

“I said hold still, woman” he huffed playfully as one end of the tube darted with speed down her throat and split, one half flattening to block her nasal passages whilst the other burrowed to clench in a familiar grip in her trachea. A slight pinch was all she felt as the other end of the tube lashed then slipped between the slim, delicate tentacles that sat like a fringe around his cheeks and upper neck. 

Obsidian ignored the searing pain as the tube latched onto the central valve of his oxygenator, syphoning off a portion of the oxygen he created for Lena’s use.

“I now show you my world” Obsidian wrapped his meaty tentacles around her and slipped backwards into the pool without further warning. Lena scrunched her eyes and sucked in a deep breath. 

Her initial panic at being plunged under water was quickly overcome as the breathing tube pumped air into her lungs, the excess released as tiny bubbles from her mouth.  Cautiously opening her eyes she looked around in amazement at the hive of activity and beauty of the underground world.

“This is amazing, Obsidian” the thoughts flew unbidden from her. She felt him swell with pride and realised that he had been anxious for her approval.

“This is my domain” he said. “I am pleased that it pleases you”

Lena spent that day travelling through the transit pools, only realising this was a massive spaceship, a battlestation when they ascended a whirlpool to the observation dome to see the Earth, ringed with satellites and spaceships.

Lena swam up to the clear viewing area, pressing her hands against the soft gel surface. Obsidian kept to the rear of the view space, the breathing tube lengthening at the distance between them. He settled on the roiling mass of his tentacles and levelled a brooding gaze at the female who floated facing the dome. 

His eyes feasted on her dark hair that fanned out behind her, the curved sides of her breasts that and shoulders and the rounded globes of her flanks. She had been eating well and had filled out from the thin and gaunt female passed to him by the Sale Masters.

Her scent had changed recently, the pheromones strong and heady as they swirled around her.  He had taken to swimming below her as other rash males had scented her in the water and foolishly sought opportunity to taste what was his. 

Obsidian curled his largest tentacles tighly against his torso, the suckers gripping with barely held fury as his possessiveness flared. He snapped them out, creating a soundwave like a depth charge which pushed a circle water away from him in a surly ripple.

He moved the swim up behind her, pressing the hard slabs of his pectorals and abs against her back.  His fron tentacles curved beneath her, twining around her legs to support and turn her to face him.

“You are mine” his words were growled and sank into her head with dark promise.  Her body shuddered involuntarily, the quick shiver felt by his tentacles that smoothed down her slim back, across her ribs and lower stomach in gentle caress.

He drew her away from the dimly lit dome, deeper towards the area he assigned as his private quarters. Cradling her in front of him, his dark eyes bored into hers. The time for speaking was over. Tentacles first he dived into his lair.

The underwater cove was lit from above by the warm light that filtered through the opening in the roof.

“You have tempted me for long enough” Obsidian’s thoughts rolled through her mind, causing another shiver of desire to work its way through her body, and settle in a flood of heated need in her core.

“It is time for me to truly sample your delights” the wave of desire that flooded her mind made her arch in response, her heavy lidded eyes closing as she allowed him to tip her back across his largest tentacles.

Obsidian stroked her body with his tentacles, the suckers skimming with delicious possession over her face, down her neck, along the smooth swell of her breasts to tweak her rosy nipples with unrestrained pleasure.

A steady stream of bubbles rose and cascaded away from her mouth as she groaned in pleasure.

“Do you submit to me? Shall I grant your wish for pleasure?” Obsidian’s words smoothed through her mind, thick with desire and the promise of fulfilment

“Yes” Lena responded, her thoughts were clear and strong “I am yours” The thought rose unbidden in her mind, more certain that any thought she had in her life

“He grabbed her thighs, pushing her lower body up to his tentacle framed mouth. The tentacles swept over her thighs, wrapping with sinuous grace around them, swirling across her lower torso, caressing every inch of her warm silken skin.

Lena stiffened in fear as the cartilage of his beak pushed through her slick wet folds, widening her opening for his thick centrally ridged tongue that pushed with determined force deep into her channel. 

“Do not fear, little one” Obsidians thoughs pulsed through her mind “let me care for your needs”

Obsidian flicked his grooved tongue insistently along her slick walls, savouring her unique scent and flavour as he massaged the soft bundle of nerves in the roof of her channel.  His mating shaft extruded suddenly, the grooved tentacle stiffening with agonising pleasure as the pods of spermatophores pushed inexorably along its thickening length. 

Obsidian fought for control he ignored the insistent demand he felt to possess her fully, concentrating on tasting her, giving her pleasure as she twisted in ecstasy beneath his mouth.

Her orgasm was sudden, wild as a crashing wave as it coursed through her body, causing her to stiffen then thrash beneath him.

“Oh! It’s too much!” Lena’s thoughts flashed in his mind, her body jerking instinctively away as if in escape.

Growling in need, his tentacles around her thighs tightened in response to her instinctive movement. His hands shot out, wrapping his fingers across her pelvis, the sharp claws of his right hand digging dangerously into her smooth skin. His upper face began to be leached of his dark colouring as he felt her soft body rising with the water underneath him.

His tentacles wrapped around cradling the sides of her head and flicking across her neck.

“No, little one” he rumbled with dark promise “it is not yet nearly enough”

Her hands flew out as another orgasm pulsed, threatening to break over her. Her legs swayed on either side of his head, stilling as his larger neck tentacles reached out to wrap around her lower thigh, moving one leg to hang languidly across his shoulder.

“Yes, hold on to me” Obsidian encouraged, the heat of desire racing across each tentacle, each sucker becoming super sensitive as they skimmed, caressed, and stroked over her skin. He could feel the tensing of her channel, so slick, warm and heated under his tongue. But this time, he promised himself, she would attain her pleasure seated on his head of his thick pulsing shaft.

 

 

Obsidian and Jalena

He dragged himself away, his beak retreating from her gaping pussy as one of his tentacles stroked across her warm round flanks.

“You are mine to do with as I desire” he intoned fiercely, his facial tentacles releasing her thighs as he grabbed and spread the smooth globes of her ass.

The tentacle smoothed its way across the valley between her ass cheeks, the sensitive tip circling her dusky, puckered hole with dark intent. Lena’s eyes flew open, a flutter of unsettled desire flickering to life with every gentle bur firm sweep of his tentacle at her forbidden entrance

“How do you hear my command?” Obsidian rose above her, his hands squeezing her rear as he stared down into her eyes. His deep set eyes were hooded with desire, glittering with need as they bored into hers.

“Ohgodohgodohgod, Yes. Yours!” Lena’s impassioned thoughs swelled in his mind, causing his hands  to grow almost punishing in its grip as he lined up the sensitive tip of his tentacle and pushed with dark intent past the tight ring of her asshole. 

Her mouth opened in a soundless cry of pleasure, to be filled with the tentacle that had been lapping around her neck. It pushed into her mouth curling and sucking against her tongue, vibrating in pleasure as she responded, her slick pink tongue battling with the firm but gentle thrusting tp of his tentacle as it invaded the small warm cave of her mouth.

Other tentacles stroked her shoulders, neck, the suckers offering light kisses along her neck and jaw, before sweeping across the soft swells of her breasts to settle with unerring aim on her hardening nipples. The delicate tentacle tips swept over the puckering aureole, suckers kissing and pinching the swollen, turgid peaks in co-ordinated pulses.

Obsidian cupped her ass, squeezing her flesh as he worked his tentacle deeper into her dark passage. He smiled to himself, her shudders increasing as he moved her up and down the shaft.

The breathing connector shortened instinctively as Obsidian leaned further over her, his face tentacles sweeping across her stomach then up past her swollen breasts to stroke her face lovingly.

“My mate” his voice murmured in her mind, his lower tentacles swirling to keep them stationary as he came down on top of her, and settled between her legs. He moved his hands over her pelvis, using them to spread her legs wider until his muscular torso fit between her silken thighs.

“Lena” his voice groaned in her mind as the head of his pulsing grooved shaft nudged and stroked between her slick folds. He knew the routine, having been drilled into him since he was a young spawn.  The mating shaft once inserted deep in the females clutching mantle should be immediately detached, the spermatophore pods left to fertilise her eggs as the female chooses.

Remaining this close to the mating female put him at risk of not just being eaten during mating but from attack by other rutting males.

Obsidian breathing bladder pulsed heavily as he and Lena sucked air into their lungs.

He sank further into his secluded cove, moving away from the entrance and prying tentacles. He needed to breed her. 

Now.

His shaft pulsed, swollen, red tipped angrily as he stroked through her slick folds his hips pushing and grinding between her spread thighs. 

“Look” He grabbed the nape of her head, holding her up, forcing her eyes open as she struggled to look down past the tentacle still sensually working its way in her mouth, bumping its tip against the back of her throat.

“Look at what you do to your king and Master” The head of his mating shaft was thick and slick, oozing the inky gel of his pre-cum as it smoothed the spermatophore pods through the shaft. He needed to enter his mate.

As her groan of desire pulsed through his tentacle, he involuntarily pushed beyond slipping down into her throat. She gagged, causing him to withdraw cautiously, his eyes rolling back into his head slightly as she grabbed his tentacle, sucked the tip of his tentacle hard, pulling it back down her throat.

“Ah. Fuck. Fuck. There, take it. Take me as I fill you. I am a quivering wreck, little one” he groaned “I am become like an untried spawn at its first mating.”

He bent low over her face and she grabbed his shoulders, pulling his muscular torso close as her legs lifted and gripped his waist.

‘This is it. The time is nigh’ he thought dazed ‘She will strangle me now to consume me at a later time’

Obsidian expected a wave of fear of disgust to wash over him at the prospect, but was surprised at how much at peace he felt.

So be it. 

He reared up, positioned his shaft at her slick entrance, driving himself in her hot wet depth.

“Though you kill me, I cannot pull from you. From this” He reared again, then buried himself to the hilt, hissing as her tight channel grasp and clutch at him like a fist. 

‘This will be over before it has begun’ the thought burned through his brain like a streak of lightning. Not so. If he was to die at her hand, it would only be after he was well satisfied.

“Do. Not. Fucking. Move” his voice gritted out the order in her mind, as he held his torso rock hard, immobile as stone as he fought for control.

Lena felt the burning stretch as his shaft breached her and craved more. She felt Obsidian in her, around her and shuddered in ecstasy. She wanted, no needed him to lose control. To be the predator, conquering her fears, owning her, mind and body in that moment.

 “I can’t hold back. I need to – “ he gasped, the shower of bubbles emerging around the tentacles to swirl upwards and away.

“I must! Forgive me. Thrust. I must-“ the words were tumbling from his heated mind, jumbled and smothered with desire as he rose high over her as his hips drew back and started a pounding pace, stroking in and out of her slick heat.

Obsidian looked down, the white heat of passion spiking further, coiling low in his spine and racing along his shaft as she squirmed underneath him, her eyes heavy lidded as she felt the head of his shaft pulsing.

He huffed with satisfaction as her eyes widened from the slight pinch as his shaft first coaxed, then pushed firmly up and through the swollen mouth of her cervix before it unfurled, a three petalled flower in her womb. 

 “Yes, fill me. Make me yours!” Lena’s mind cried out as she arched, the burning heat of release rolling out from her core, racing across each nerve as she bucked and thrashed beneath Obsidian.

His tentacles smoothed across her skin, his thrusts becoming more powerful but less controlled.

Obsidian threw back his head and roared. Lodging his shaft high inside her he sparked a third orgasm. As she shook and trembled beneath him, the heavy thick rush of his gel filled pods coursed through his shaft and dripped like molten syrup into her womb.

The feeling was a sensual release, heavy, alien. 

Heavenly. 

 To be continued? Let me know what you think in the comments below

#AILF10 The Breeder Market: Part 8: Mindscapes and Understandings

πŸ’•πŸ˜ˆπŸ‘½Part 8: Breeder Market – Mindscapes and Understandings #AILF10πŸ‘½πŸ˜ˆπŸ’•

A few days or weeks later, she had no more sense of how much time had passed, when Lena had a surprise. 

The smaller side wall of her chamber flickered, then lit up in a comm call with her extremely happy and content sister. Lena had listening with fascination about Katerina’s new life and the fate of the bratva.

 

 “I wish everyone could be as happy as me”  Katerina sighed, leaning against the long, lean torso of her mate. There was no mistaking the calm smile on her sister’s face. Lena smiled at the image, her eyes misting with tears.

 

“You need to be happy, Lena” Katerina said as their conversation drew to a close “Obsidian is a good leader and I see how his people and mine – “ she looked up to her mate in adoration as his chest hummed with appreciation of her phrasing “ – his people and mine have a symbiotic agreement to protect their worlds from their enemies”

 

Lena had been thoughtful after the call as they promised to keep in touch.

The Url had not harmed her, she thought absently.  OK, all the hair except for above her nose had been removed, and she had a worrying suspicions about her left pinky  – which sometimes felt slightly numb and had ached for a while. Otherwise she had been looked after very well.

 

Her discussions with Obsidian had become less charged with fear. 

At first, Obsidian – or rather his head and scenting tentacles –  would emerge from the pool, the dark central orb in his forehead seeming to pulse and shimmer as his eyes landed on her. 

 

He had initially taken to glaring at her before silently slipping back underwater.

 

She had returned his glare until one day she had reached out through the fog in her mind towards him, and recoiled at the throbbing pain that seemed to consume his mind.

 

His eyes had widened briefly at her as the sharp pain disappeared, leaving behind a dull ache in his groin, a pain that was altogether much more promising as it coursed through his body and sparked along his tentacles. He had slipped away that day and returned later with a clear gel pod filled with small coral figurines and some sand. 

 

He had spread the sand along the pool edge in deliberate ridges, hills and valleys, then set up the pearlescent figurines in a formation that looked suspiciously like a board game.

Intruiged, Lena had inched towards the set up touching the figurines.

 

It was a Url strategy game, clearly. 

Obsidian had slowly pulled his humanoid torso up beyond the pool surface his arms folded across his chest.

Eyes fixed on the layout he slowly moved one of the figurine pieces, dragging it deliberately through one of the sand banks before repeating the action with a similar looking piece from the group of figurines closest to her.

 

 The pale Url had visited regularly, more frequently over the last few days. 

His touch had been impersonal as he examined her, spending a bit more time than necessary, she felt, on her left hand, waving his tentacles in satisfaction at what he observed. ‘Strange’ Lena thought ‘this guy is so strange’.

He had shown her some of the more advanced moves of the game, telling her its name. The sound was intelligible so Lena had dubbed the game ‘Clams & Lobsters’ 

 

The next time Obsidian appeared, Lena had tentatively reached out her mind to Obsidian as she executed her latest game skills. She had felt him stiffen, then relax as she moved the pieces, and was delighted when Obsidian exhaled a short loud grunt of surprise as she found herself claiming the winning position on the sandboard.

 

“Ha! I see Grandmaster Serf Healer has shared some of his strategies with you.” Obsidian said, the smile in his mind voice unmistakable.

 

“I shall see to it that I am not so easily conquered next time, little human” Obsidian had chuckled as he set up the figures and smoothed the sandboard into position.

Each day they had played a game. Lena’s wins were few and far between and hard fought. 

 

Obsidian used game time as a distraction for his human female, allowing her to get used to his tentacles, thoughts and close presence.

 

They had argued strategy and once, following a doubles session  – she had teamed up with Serf Healer against Obsidian and Grey Wraith – she had won and flung her arm delightedly around the Serf Healer.  The rumbling roar of jealous possession Obsidian had emitted had caused the Serf Healer to flicker dark green and black ropes of colour across his skin. He waved his tentacles in laughter at her, but quickly skittered away from her reach, and a safe distance from the raised tentacles of Obsidian. 

 

“Don’t be a meanie, O” Lena had chided Obsidian, who had reached out to encircle her in his tentacles, pulling her against his warm chest 

 

“No one touches what is MINE” he grumbled darkly. The fire in his eyes fed and answering heat in her core as he returned her to the chamber floor.

 

 

The final scene for this particular story arc follows