Vanilla Sex Scene
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Vanilla Sex Scene
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The adrenaline from the earlier fighting that day had quickly worn off, but Rebecca still needed to expend energy. Fucking the bird on the first day seemed like a bit much until she learned what that actually
meant for both species. Instead, she tried mentally mapping out where and how she could exercise.
"I need to do my PT," she said plainly. "I normally do two hours of cardio a day, and weights in the morning."
"Okay. Buy a treadmill," Camlos tilted his head in amusement.
"Do uh... Bir—Turians do physical training at all?"
"If I did two hours of running, I'd be as useful as a wet towel. You're the endurance hunter here." Camlos chuckled, the sound backed by a trill. "Our hips aren't made to jog; they sprint well."
She eyed his hips appraisingly. "Unfortunate, I guess you wouldn't be able to keep up with me then." The double entendre hung in the air. Then she realised
cultural norms were probably whatever she dictated here. So she shrugged, "I'm going to do push-ups, until... Well, for a while."
"Immediately after eating? Vomit on my floor and I'm tying you to the couch," he threatened, his subharmonics rumbling.
She raised an eyebrow. "How the fuck did you win
anything? If you can't exercise."
He chuckled again. "Because we're twice as fast, and can see at six miles. Nasty in a rifle fight." His eyes telescoped in an odd
switch of their angle to a vertical rather than horizontal slit. "Makes up for your species' appetite for punishment and exhaustion."
"There's maybe one thing that seems nice about this entire... everything," she admitted as she backed up and got down to do her PT. "I didn't see any, like, open conflicts. Unified government, people are shitty, but it didn't seem like people were
violently shitty in the open as much. No white phosphorus raining from the sky, or trenches getting gassed."
"Last war was the Skyllian Blitz, I think you call it. More or less Batarians hitting one of your worlds, getting their eyes shot out, and then you shelling one of their pirate bases from orbit." Camlos watched the push-ups with keen interest, observing her muscles shifting. "It was over in a week."
"
Hah." Rebecca huffed a laugh between push-ups, sweat already beading on her brow. "Last conflict I was in involved moving huge crates of heroin in the congo."
"About thirteen hundred years ago, there were the Krogan Rebellions. Those lasted ten years or so," Camlos rumbled thoughtfully as sweat dripped onto his floor. "Before that were the Rachni Wars, but Asari and Salarians are bad at war. Those lasted three hundred years. Then...probably about a thousand-ish years of peace." He trilled as he spoke.
"That may be the nicest, most wholesome thing I've heard like... ever," Rebecca panted, nearing her limit around two hundred push-ups. She never kept track; she knew when to stop because her body started getting weak. "I guess endurance scavengers are probably exhausting to fight if you don't blitz the whole thing quickly."
"I don't understand human patience in fights. You're content to sit behind cover and wait." Camlos admitted, his trill taking on a lower, more vibrational quality. "All I can think of is how to manoeuvre out, flank, get fire on them. How to hunt them, I suppose."
Rebecca laughed at the idea of Turians freaking out strategizing while soldiers likely played cards, slightly bored. "We just switch from fight to social easily. Just bullshit, if..." Her arms struggled for a moment as she neared exhaustion. "If we put on music, we don't really observe time passing until it's gone."
"Odd, we savour every moment," Camlos answered, raking his gaze over Rebecca again. "Every breath and motion and movement's the focus of our thoughts. Something interesting can dominate our minds for hours, days, weeks."
"You have the human equivalent of ADHD, I think," she laughed, fully aware of what she'd done by doing push-ups, and wondering if some part of her knew precisely what she was doing. Almost no one could resist her when the push-ups started. Well, until they got to know her personality. It became much easier after that.
"Maybe, wouldn't consider it a disorder or deficit. I pay close attention to everything," he answered with an amused trill.
She was
finally finding it hard to speak as she reached her limit, somewhere around two-fifty or three hundred push-ups. "Humans... have..." She groaned angrily, wanting to push past her weak flesh. "A... baseline... or did... that's... normal... order... anything...
motherfucker" She swore as her arms ached, finally having to give up. Collapsing to the ground, she still felt
very tense, anxious, and full of energy. She heaved a few breaths. "Well, that
was true, normal was order. Anything else was disorder."
"Hmm, sounds very human. Everyone is useful. They can find a way to contribute." Camlos was still watching her, considering something as a purple flush invaded the edges of his plates again, visible at the edges of his shirt. "What're your thoughts on...?" He paused, trying to phrase it right for the translator's sake.
"Buddy, I'm the one with the good headpiece," Rebecca laughed breathlessly. "But I don't need it to know the next question you're going to ask."
Tilting his head in amusement, Camlos explained, "Your kind are strange; they want love in every touch. Best we can often do is desire." The translator worked hard to translate a common Turian saying. "Love is by chance, lust is by design."
"Oh, that's good," Rebecca laughed as she heard the phrase. She realised
she was the one who needed to be careful with her words. "I used to be a part of these large romantic partnerships. Like, three or four person families. It never worked out because I kind of just ... keep going. Overactive need for new experiences. Might be in heaven right now, now that I think about it."
Camlos's mandibles relaxed in a facsimile of a smile. "There's plenty of ways to find out how close to heaven we are." He tapped the couch next to him with a talon, considering,
musing on something.
For a split second, the far more
sensible part of her mind asked,
Why are you always like this? Though it was ignored, as always. Then she realised her
only pair of clothes were covered in her blood, Batarian blood, billionaire blood, burnt rubber, clove smoke, and sweat.
I must smell like an open sewer line.
"I must be
very pretty to your species because as far as I can tell, I smell like a war-zone in a locker room," she laughed, standing up.
"That'd be the sexy part, yes," the Turian returned her laugh. "Blood and sweat's exciting. Always a good thing."
Oh, he's that sort of crazy. Or maybe that was his species' norm.
"Poor you for the next few days; I don't have any clean clothes." Rebecca laughed, then added with a wink, "And fucking with people's heads is one of my favourite hobbies." She wondered what the
erogenous zone on the bird-thing was.
"If you're going to be mean about it," he leaned back into the couch, pulling his arms up and behind the cushions. "I won't bother with my gloves. You'll just have to trust me." His talons tapped a hole in the couch with an idle pressure.
"That means like, nothing to me, you realise," she said with a laugh. "What do gloves matter?"
The talons pulled out of the couch, three fingers covered in the interior fluff, wiggling about to accentuate their danger.
"Oh
right, raptor-like." She eyed the talons warily, standing up. "Oh, the bird jokes/statements, are they offensive? Normally I wouldn't give a shit, but like... cultural norms."
Camlos rolled his eyes. "I don't care; you mention it to some other Turians, you might start a fistfight. Or a claw fight." He reached over to his coffee table, pulling open a drawer and placing two gloves that could cover his hands completely on top. "More seriously though, I know softer people prefer these... covered."
Rebecca's demeanour changed in an instant once
kid gloves were literally suggested. She growled, "Oh,
sorry. I didn't realise I looked like a massive weeping pussy to you." She lifted herself over him on the couch and straddled his lap.
"This might end with a few fresh scars for you, then," Camlos warned, starting to move as he placed one claw on Rebecca's thigh.
"Are you trying to get it wet, or are you trying to be a scary bird person?" Rebecca shivered when the claw hit her thigh. It tingled, mostly because of the implied danger. She pointed at his talon. "That's not going inside me, however."
"I realised that, yeah." Camlos trilled lightly, an odd, alluring noise. Like a songbird but more...vibratory in a way, originating from a larger set of vocal cords as his hand trailed up, using the soft palm to brush through her clothes.
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Deep breaths, he's cute, he's fun. Very hot in more ways than one. What was there to be nervous about? Really? The cock has spiral ridges, like a human cock you know, just... ribbed. That's not necessarily a bad thing.
"Let's start by kissing, both of us do that." He offered, relaxing his mandibles and letting a bright blue tongue show, along with massive production of saliva, wetting his otherwise dry mouth quickly.
It looks like one of those fucked up horny Sans Undertale drawings, Rebecca desperately wanted to be lobotomized so that the stupid thoughts would stop. Still, it looked like candy attached to a person. Person candy. She nervously bent forward, her previous partners weren't really... kissers, and the gentle touch on her back made her shiver. Their lips touched, gently. The kiss tingled like something spicy, without the burn, then their tongues touched.
He tasted sweet, like liquid sugar, and his tongue was prehensile, judging from how it twisted, inflated, and deflated. The kiss is overpowering fun and almost addictive, like drinking soda without the fizz. His hand was on her back, pulling her against hard plates and rough skin, avoiding catching anything in between them.
She was no longer interested in sex as much as she was interested in the new thing. Rebecca's hands squeezed his face hard, trying so hard to keep him close. Eventually she got aggressive, and wrapped a hand around the back of his head to hold him in place, so the stupid turian couldn't keep pulling away. "Will you stay here?!" She muttered angrily, once again trying to get her tongue in his mouth.
"Sure." Camlos murmured back. He pressed into Rebecca until she was fully leaned against the couch, kissing with experience and energy, finding her just as enticing as she found him, just as addictive in a way. The inside of his mouth was ridged too, the avian roughness of it mollified by the moistening and making it just as soft and fun as any human one.
Lust overrode every sense she had somewhere in the kissing and touching. It wasn't something she was used to, but she needed to ride the feeling. Ride a lot of things, truthfully. She considered biting him but didn't really want to fuck things up at the moment. They had taken their clothes off at some point, which was impressive because she didn't quite remember when that happened.
It was time to figure the rest out, she realized. She wondered for a second if it would be difficult. Some of them seemed quite...
Oh, that's not a limb against your back. Rebecca tried to find a cute, sensuous way to slide down, but she just wanted at it. Though she also didn't want to hurt the poor guy. "Is there anything about..."
As she backed up a bit, lifting herself to a height that made her nervous, Rebecca tried to finish her question, "Is there anything I should know?"
"Expect, uh, a lot more fluid," Camlos warned, "Like, a lot more." He was breathing hard, excited, and looking nowhere else but Rebecca, wanting to pounce on her but holding himself together.
The forums had mentioned that. It was one of the things she was curious about.
No real way to go but down, she positioned him against her folds and made a cooing noise as she slid down. Fluid referred to a lot more than she was expecting,
aliens are self lubricating. Oh, she was going to need much more of this. She grabbed the turian's hands and forced them to settle on her waist.
She almost entirely forgot about the Turian after that, as she aggressively rode him with a desperate intensity. Wet noises filled the room with every single thrust that pushed and prodded new and amazing places, accompanied by an intake of breath. Ridges rubbed against her walls, sending delightful shocks of feeling up her spine. Camlos's own motions somehow sped this up, or at least gave the illusion of it. His fast twitch muscles turned on with a frenetic desire, his heart pounding, and his body almost steaming with heat.
"Harder, not faster," she whispered, placing her head against his.
Oh god, he listens well. Then she tapped the beat on his back with a bit of hope.
His grip stabilized Rebecca as the fast thrusts slowed down a notch, moving into forceful motions that eased up and then intensified, trying to find the right balance, the exact perfect rhythm that would break her. A trilling sound spread from his chest into his lover as hot breath and sharp teeth gently lay on her shoulder, instinct to bite resisted just enough to not break skin.
"Yes," she whispered over and over. "God, you're amazing."
The trilling grew louder, starting to match her moans as a rumble entered him as well, a dual-tone only possible in an alien throat. The pace was kept, continuously stimulating Rebecca's center in the exact way he was instructed, taking the orders perfectly. Then, finding his own initiative inside the instructions, a tongue that was hot, almost scalding, on the edge of bearable, started to lick at her neck, wrapping around it entirely.
His Saliva spilled over the both of them with a sweet, sugary scent, destroying any hope of salvaging these couch cushions. Camlos delighted in the contact, the rumble overpowering the trill as he started to slowly, by inches, lose control of his thrusts, then steeled himself before a few minutes later having to do it all over again. Finally, she muttered, "Go, just go." Rebecca had forgotten he was focusing on doing what she asked. She was so close; she just wanted to see what full-borne, uncontrolled lust would feel like. "Harder, faster, just go."
The talons finally broke skin, not deeply but enough to draw trickles of blood as he moved at an utterly inhuman pace, accompanied by fast breaths and even more heat. The odd scent of bubblegum filled the air. Camlos still kept himself together for minutes, but a shake inexorably slipped into him, and he collapsed beneath her. There was a small pool building between them, and extreme heat blooming all throughout where the pool touched.
It was surprising, and she loved it. She cried out, mostly for his benefit.
I'll get a space vibrator or some shit later, but god I need more of this. As the blue fluid spilled between them and her moans ceased. Finally as she lifted herself off, she moved downwards to taste it, both through curiosity and a deep, needy urge to do well. Her tongue moved along every piece of his body, causing him to spasm in twitching jerks. A smile gleamed on her face as she worked diligently, feeling it finally soften, overstimulated in her mouth.
There wasn't a lot about turian refractory periods. There was a small hope that sprinter meant they recovered fast, and she left her on his thigh, staring at him with narrowed eyes.
A hand rested beneath the member and waited expectantly, "Hurry up."
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Between gasps for breath and stimulation, he said, "C-can I get some water? And, twenty?" The Turian shivered, exhausted by the experience.
Oh right, sprinters, not endurance. Shame. "You have five."
"O-oh."
