Joint Venture

"Val," Simon panted, her reflective eyes opening to peer down at him. "We got all night. You don't have to rush, you don't have to hold out. If you cum to soon, we can just go again."

"We both have to go to work in the morning," she purred, failing to conceal how much his proposal aroused her.

"So? We'll go to work sore and tired, fuck it."

She giggled, sliding up his shaft again, poising there for a drawn-out moment before dropping back down. She knocked the wind out of him, a flare of tingling pleasure making him arch his back, surprising Val as he raised her off the mattress.

"I can do sore if that's what you want," she cooed.

He wrapped his arms around her narrow waist, flipping Val over onto her back, the pair of them bouncing on the mattress.

"Are we fucking or wrestling?" she chuckled, batting her lashes at him as he cast her into shadow.

"A little of both," he replied, planting his hands to either side of her head. She crossed her legs behind his butt, pulling him into her, encouraging him to start moving. He began to thrust, pushing her deeper into the mattress, his Turian partner draping her arms around his neck.

"You can go a little harder," she cooed, "Turian girls are tougher than what you're used to..."

They found a slow, heavy pace, the bedsprings creaking in time with their rutting. He could penetrate deeper in this position, his member parting her insides as he pushed into her most intimate reaches, Val gasping with every thrust. She only seemed to grow tighter as they went on, it was driving him crazy. Her velvety, damp flesh caressed him from the base to the tip, those wonderful nodules of soft tissue stroking him as he bottomed out inside her. He could feel every ring of muscles as it kneaded him through the barrier of her cushiony walls, her warm excitement leaking around his shaft to stain the sheets below.

"You're so fuckin' deep," Val groaned, peering down between her thighs to watch him enter her. "I can feel your heat in my belly..."

Simon drew closer, lowering himself down so that he could reach her neck, Val turning her head to give him easier access. She let slip a sultry moan as he mouthed and licked, raking his tongue across her throat, planting lingering kisses on her cool scales. Her muscles clenched around his shaft as he sucked gently, giving her teasing bites, her grip on his hair growing tighter as she drew him closer.

They were moving as one now, her flared hips rising from the sheets to meet his downward thrusts, their bodies slamming together as their pace grew more aggressive. It was like they were in sync, feeding into each other, every spasm of pleasure that was felt by one reflected in the other. She could feel every throb and flex of his erection, and he could feel each spasm of her passage in kind. Her head lolled, her eyelashes fluttering, her hands wandering down his neck and shoulders.

"You're so slippery," she muttered, running her fingers across his wet skin as he moved atop her. She ran them down his chest, watching covetously as his muscles shifted, his damp hair falling over his face. "I'd suggest turning down the heat if it's bothering you, but it's a good look..."

Now, it was Val's turn to bring her mouthparts to his neck, Simon shivering appreciatively as he felt her firm beak brush against his jugular. She extended her lavender tongue, dragging it across his skin, sampling his sweat.

"You taste so good," she purred, delivering a soft nip that made him flinch.

"Don't swallow it," he warned, Val giving him another teasing nibble.

Supporting himself with one hand, he cupped her cheek in the other, running his thumb across the painted pattern on her sensitive plates. He guided her to his lips, tasting his own salt on her tongue as they embraced. Their ravenous, desperate kiss was a sexual act in its own right, his pink flesh wrestling with her blue as she cradled his face in her palms. All sense of modesty and moderation had been forgotten in the heat of their coupling, the two pausing only to take ragged, staggered breaths as their bodies heaved in the starlight.

Val finally broke off, her beak joined to his lips by a sagging strand of saliva. She winced as he delivered another punishing thrust, Simon feeling her body shudder as she squirmed on the sheets beneath him.

"H-hang on," she blurted, covering her face with her hands as Simon slowed. She kept a tight grip on him with her steely thighs, preventing him from pulling out of her. They caught their breath for a moment, droplets of his sudor raining down onto her glistening scales.

"Wassup?" he panted.

"I wanna try something," she replied, placing a hand on his chest and easing him away from her. They shuddered together as he began to pull out, her muscles clinging to him as though trying to prevent it, like her body was rebelling against her decision. Her nodules caught on his glans, Simon gritting his teeth as a stab of pleasure rocked him, finally freeing himself. He knelt on the side of the bed as he watched her shuffle up towards the headboard, already missing the warmth of her loins. As he watched curiously, Val grabbed one of the tube-shaped pillows, fidgeting as she positioned it beneath her rump. She lay on her back with her head on the remaining pillow, the other lifting her butt off the mattress, creating a shallow incline where her hips were raised higher than her shoulders.

She beckoned to him, smiling as he crawled across the mattress towards her. She kept her thighs tightly closed in a gesture of mock modesty, feigning resistance as he made to part them. Her laughter turned to a comely sigh as he gripped her knees, spreading her legs open, running his hands along the burnished scales of her inner thighs. Her loins were soaking wet, dripping glistening ropes of her excitement, her amber eyes peering up at him expectantly.

"So, what's this about?" he asked as his erection throbbed in the air.

"I think you're gonna hit my sweet spot at this angle," she explained, reaching up and taking his hands in hers. She guided them to her hips, encouraging him to grip them, shifting her weight eagerly as he sank his fingers into her inviting flesh. "Don't hold anything back," she added, one of her hands coming up to caress his cheek.

A beautiful ripple passed through her abdominal muscles as he pressed his glans up against her vulva, already so slippery that there was almost no friction as he rubbed it between her swollen lips. He pushed into her entrance, wasting no time as he slid up to the hilt in one smooth motion, the impact making the soft parts of her body quiver. Val's eyes widened, her mouth opening in a silent wail as she arched her back, her thighs snapping shut around his waist.

"Hey, you said don't hold back," Simon winced.

"I'll forgive you for not knowing Turian facial expressions yet," she sighed, sagging back down onto the bed like a deflating balloon. "But that wasn't a bad reaction, that was an oh fuck, I almost came my brains out reaction."

He doubled over laughing, Val giving him a playful slap on the chest.

"I didn't say stop!"

"Yes, Ma'am," he muttered as he started to move.

"Oh, Spirits," Val whined as his member brushed the roof of her slimy tunnel. "That's the spot, right there. No...a little higher, that's it. Right there..."

Her legs began to tremble as he found a new rhythm, her eyes losing their focus, staring up at the ceiling. Her hands reached up to grip the pillow upon which her head was resting, delving into the plush fabric. Each time his glans pressed into what must be her G-spot, her muscles seized reflexively, wringing his shaft in wracking waves. Like a fist gloved in wet satin, her insides squeezed and stroked, the ceaseless shifting of her hips as she writhed only making the sensation more intense. Every delicate wrinkle and fleshy barb seemed to sap his will as it raked over his tender head, sliding up and down his shaft, her womanhood sucking with an almost willful intent.

"God damn it," Simon grumbled, doubling over as a particularly cruel spasm almost made him lose his balance. "I'm not sure how much longer I can hold out..."

"Then don't," Val gasped, "give me everything you've got."

The headboard began to slam against the wall as he picked up the pace, sweat dripping from his skin as he drove Val into the mattress, her clawed toes curling. Her gasping morphed into low, encouraging moans, her thighs gripping him with renewed ferocity. Simon found himself pulling her into his thrusts, impaling her on his shaft, a kind of bestial lust overtaking him. He felt like his very blood had been set alight, passion coursing through his veins, Val's twisting form all that he could focus on. Her muscular core flexed, her mouth hanging open, her thighs trembling as they clung to his hips with an almost alarming fervor.

The diffuse, pale light from the nearby star suddenly came flooding in through the window to their left, bathing them in its dull glow. The slow rotation of the Citadel had moved the great arms that made up the Wards while they had been making love, which meant that the dust cloud was no longer partially obscured. Val's fine scales caught the light, giving her an ethereal glow, her skin seeming to glitter. The shadows picked out her muscles as they tensed beneath it, her abs bulging as she danced, tiny flecks of what might be metal or minerals shining in her carapace. Simon found himself transfixed, her eyes opening to peer up at him, reflective like those of a cat.

"Gonna cum," she hissed through gritted teeth, the contractions in her pulsing loins growing ever more intense. They were both building towards a crescendo, like a symphony approaching its climax, Simon's heart thudding in his ears like the beating of a drum. She reached out and hooked a hand behind his neck, pulling him closer, wrapping her arms around him as she clung to him. Her claws left stinging trails on his back, but he didn't care, Simon burying his face in the nape of her neck as he neared the limits of his endurance.

Val threw her head back as the first wave of her orgasm crashed over her, choking off a grunt as she pushed up to take him deeper. Her hips moved mechanically, grinding against him, Simon feeling the stark contrast between her firm carapace and her soft scales as she pulled him close. The muscles in her depths almost seemed to be vibrating, the constant shifting and squeezing massaging him, the maddening texture of her pillowy walls driving him closer and closer to the edge as her body contorted.

It was more than he could take, Simon digging his fingers into the yielding flesh of her hips as he joined her in her bliss, his wet hands slipping on her glassy scales. Val loosed another sharp gasp as she felt his cock swell inside her, crossing her legs behind his butt again, her claws digging into his back. She hugged him tightly against her body, keeping him buried in her reaches as he bucked, the writhing Turian failing to stifle an unbecoming mewl.

He groaned into her collar as he erupted inside her, a torrent of his emission pouring from his surging member to flood her passage, Val loosing a sordid moan as she felt its heat bubbling up inside her. Viscous ropes of his ejaculate soaked her azure flesh, forced into the depths of her quivering loins as his member flexed and pulsed. Each throb was chased by a wave of exquisite pleasure, tapering off to afford him a brief moment of respite before the next, each one more intense than the last. There was no end in sight, his muscles burning with the effort, his skin shining with exertion.

Val was trembling like a leaf, her loins wringing him relentlessly, her breathing ragged and shallow. She panted like a beast, her muscles seizing around him as another wave of searing pleasure rocked her, every thrust fucking the gelatinous fluids deeper inside her.

The raging fires of their passion slowly cooled, leaving the pair panting and squirming on the sodden sheets as they slowly recovered their faculties. Like waking from a dream, they gazed at one another, blinking their eyes groggily as they were bathed in starlight. Val's questing hands stroked his damp skin, delving into his hair, taking a grip and pulling him close. She pressed their foreheads together, their labored breathing slowing, a kind of serenity coming over them as they shared a tender moment.

They remained joined for a little longer, too afraid to move lest the stimulation provoke another aftershock, a kind of wonderful exhaustion finally overcoming them. Val released her tight hold on him, letting him slowly slide out of her, the pair groaning in tandem as his glans raked across her textured walls. His member had been plugging the mess that they had created together, a sagging web of their blended fluids seeping from her splayed lips, its pearly color contrasting with the blue blush of her vulva.

"Don't even both cleaning up," she purred, giving him an affectionate kiss while he was still in range. "We'll deal with it tomorrow."

He gripped the cushion beneath her rump and tugged it out from under her, Val chuckling as she bounced on the bed, Simon tossing it unceremoniously over his shoulder. He flopped down beside her, turning her to face the window, wrapping an arm around her pinched waist as he nuzzled her neck. She sighed as his lips brushed her scales, a residual pang of pleasure making her shudder. The interlocking plates of her carapace weren't too comfortable against his bare chest, but he barely noticed them now, they almost seemed mundane.

"You have quite a view up here," she murmured, watching as the city-sized arms of the Citadel slowly rotated against the backdrop of the gas cloud. Skycars in the Ward beyond painted bright trails in the darkness, the warm glow of the buildings rising up from below.

"I'll say," he replied, reaching down and taking a handful of her ass. She flinched, then pushed into his hand, his still rigid member pressing into her springy flesh.

"I was talking about the beautiful vista," she added, turning to give him a flirtatious glance over her shoulder. "But I could get used to being admired..."

"Are you sure that all this...is okay?" he asked, gesturing to the globs of fluid that were clinging to her scaly thighs. "You're sure it won't make you sick?"

"As long as I take my shots, you can finish wherever you like," she replied. Simon sighed as she ground her butt into his crotch again, his erection sliding against her scaly cheek, his skin still slick with their juices. "And I got a lot of shots back home, Si. Like, a lot. We're gonna have to use them all up, or it would be a terrible waste of taxpayer credits."

"I consider it my civic duty," he chuckled.

"This was great, by the way," she continued. Her tone was more sincere now, one of her hands sneaking down to grip his own. "The dextro dinner, the snacks, the dumb movies. The lay," she added with a mischievous giggle. "You know, your apartment is a hell of a lot nicer than mine, and it's closer to the C-Sec building. Do you think that maybe...there's room in here for two?"

"Y-you want to move in with me?" he stammered.

"Why not?" she asked, shrugging her shoulders. "If I've learned anything in the last couple of days, it's that waiting too long to make your move is a bad idea. What do you say, Si? Want to come home to a Turian with a stockpile of immune-suppressants every night?"

"That would make me extremely happy," he said, nuzzling her neck gleefully.

"Then it's settled. I'll take a day off some time next week, and you can help me move in. This place could do with a woman's touch," she added, "it's half empty."
"Some gun racks here, the severed head of a Batarian pirate there," Simon joked.

"Hey, I like girly things too," she replied. "But yeah...a safe for my handguns might be in order."

He kissed her neck again, Val sighing contentedly as she leaned into him.

"Want to go again in a few minutes?" she whispered.

"Again?" Simon asked in amazement.

"What's the matter? I thought mammals had fast metabolisms."

"Oh, so you're making this a species thing?" he said, feigning outrage. He gave her a gentle bite, Val rubbing her butt on his rekindled erection as she arched her back.

"I gotta work off all that chocolate you fed me, or it'll ruin my figure. Keep cooking the way you do, and I'm going to be needing a lot more exercise if I want my uniform to fit me."

"I can help you out on that front," he said, rolling her onto her back. She giggled, wrapping her thighs around his hips.

"I'm sure you can..."

-THE END-