1 comments/ 17810 views/ 2 favorites Power of a Flower By: SaucyEroticProductions Copyright Notice: All characters and individual material is © Daniel Riverton & Jasmine Becker 2011. All rights Reserved. ©2003-2008 EA International (Studio and Publishing) Ltd. Mass Effect, the Mass Effect logo, BioWare, the BioWare logo and the BioWare hands logo are either registered trademarks or trademarks of EA International (Studio and Publishing) Ltd. in the United States and other countries. All other trademarks are the property of their respective owners. All rights reserved. Microsoft, the Microsoft Game Studios logo, Xbox 360, and the Xbox 360 logos are either registered trademarks or trademarks of Microsoft Corp. in the United States and other countries. This is fan fiction only. This work may not be reproduced for commercial, marketing republishing or copying purposes. The work is sexual in nature and may not be to everyone's individual taste. Please do not continue reading unless 18 years or older. This was actually inspired by the Star Trek Episode "Blood Fever". The difference is that it's set in the Mass Effect universe, there is no Klingon or Vulcans, and the effects are brought on by local flora! Still a fun write. Let us know if you like it! We appreciate all comments. * "You know, I really can't stand sharing this damn ship with you any more!" "You're telling me?" The woman in front of him shouted back at the top of her lungs. "Back the fuck off, you worthless little prick, before I shove you out the nearest airlock!" She pushed her foot forward, raising her fist as though getting ready to punch him. He leapt at her, snarling in a way he thought he wasn't capable of. The bitch was impossible! He crashed into her, bringing her to the floor and locked her hands with one of his arms. "Get...." She panted, kicking and kneeing at his body. "the fuck...OFF ME, FUCKHEAD" She loosed one of her hands, her surprisingly strong punch catching him square in the jaw. His vision flecked and his head spun for a moment. He punched her back, striking her nose with a loud "crunch" That reeled her head to the side on the metallic floor of the ship. She grunted loudly in pain. He grinned in triumph, quickly establishing a locking hold on her body. Below him lay Elizabeth Tah, his fellow scientist. She was of age with him, a young 29, but just like him she was brilliant for her young age. Her features were a mix of South-american with Scandinavian influences, results of long generations of intermarriages and relations on earth. Her hair was a quite lovely shade of red-brown, and the body he held down was strong and full. The white scientist clothing, cut with a distinct marking and stripes of blue-and-gold which spoke of their allegiance, concealed what he imagined to be a class-A body. If she had been the last female in the universe. Even a Volus maiden would be more attractive then this bitch! Michael Qesson panted, catching his breath. They had been running, him trying to catch her with what she had stuck behind her belt. The multi-spectral analysis omni-tool he required for his experiment! Of course that wasn't really the extent of it. Not really. He reached down to retrieve his valuable tool, searching the behind of her suit where pants met shirt... ...and caught her full-on facial strike with her forehead straight onto his chin. Running steps from the corridor behind him only caught his attention through a haze of pain but he managed to hold on to the tool even with her tugging at it and shouting at him to let go. "You two! This is ridiculous and disgraceful. What are you doing?" The avian-featured Turian crossed her arms below two protrusions that in humans would have been called breasts. "Get off her! If you want to fight each other, set up a sparring match and do it properly!" His vision cleared. They held the tool with iron grips between them, each tearing at one end. He would never quite get used to the Turian view on fighting and bickering, he thought. Another human would have been aghast at the fact that he'd hit a female. Taera was just annoyed at their lack of discipline during the act of battling. "He...tried to take...my....TOOL!" Elizabeth spat, pulling hard at the device he fought to hold on to. "Let go already!" "You let go, you cunt!" "Infantile." The alien commented, glaring down at them. Her features gave her somehow a very....fierce and intense look. Also he remembered that she was older then both of them combined -- well over seventy earth years. Michael slowed down a bit and noted Elizabeth doing the same. The woman even looked slightly abashed, her face slightly bruised. Both of them held the tool with iron grips however, refusing to let go entirely. "Elizabeth. Can't you wait a few hours while Michael finishes his experiment until you need the tool? Is there nothing you can do in the meantime?" "I suppose." The redhead grumbled after a moment, glaring up at him and then at the motherly Turian. "Michael! Do you always attack and assault women like that? As far as I understand, if what you did had happened on a human ship..." she let it trail off, her plated visage grim. Michael swallowed, thinking about the possible consequences of such an act. Elizabeth grinned triumphantly. "Exactly! You shouldn't hit girls, moron!" "You're more a keeper then a woman anyhow, Elizabeth. Women...are different. You wouldn't understand." He countered, grinning at her suddenly enraged expression. "Both of you, STOP IT!" Taera screeched, her flanging voice quality making it a very impressive sound. "Curious observation: Humans do like to fight, do they not?" Ulsar had finally taken the lumbering steps to join them in the cargo hold of their small science vessel. The Elcor stood at least seven feet tall with four, lumbering and muscular limbs that supported it's body as it moved. It, like all of it's race, spoke in a dull, ponderous monotone, beginning every comment with a clarification of their inflection, mood or tone. "All the time, it seems." Taera actually ground her sharp teeth slightly. "Thoughtful comment: Perhaps it is an elaborate mating ritual, meant to select a compatible breeding partner, casting out incompatible and potentially unexciting prospects." Michael was unsure whether he or Elizabeth blushed harder, looking at the Elcor as though he was completely insane. Taera didn't bother to hide a vulpine smile, looking at them both. "That's true. The way they're positioned, you'd half expect her to tear his clothes off next. Or perhaps him to open her shirt." Her feral, reptilian smile grew. "Wha...ne...GET OFF, FREAK!" Elizabeth sputtered, then screamed, fighting her way from under him and losing the grip on the valuable tool in the process. He stood, grinning at her as he hefted the instrument. "Trust me, both of you. If there is any....mating to be done, Ulsar, I'd rather mate with you for two weeks then with" He jerked a thumb in the woman's direction "that." "Shocked exclamation: That is very inappropriate, Michael. You should not say such things to me, nor to her. She might take offence." "Whatever." He grumbled. "She's disgusting." "Don't worry" Elizabeth Interjected. "I'd rather fuck a bulkhead then let that guy get anywhere near me" She sneered at him. "Fucked any Grandmothers lately, Michael?" She sniffed loudly, gave him the middle finger and stomped off towards her quarters, pushing the door open via the access panel with a soft 'wsssh'. Michael stared after her, until he noticed the looks the two aliens were shooting him. He sobered up and cleared his thought, drying some of the blood from his nose. "You two really need to stop that. We're going to be out here for another three months. We can't work with the two of you fighting like Gabak runts for dominion." Taera told him, still frowning. "I thought as the two humans you'd be much more companionable. "You have a lot to learn about humans." He replied dryly. "It's thanks to her that I didn't finish at the head of my class in the academy. She was too stupid for the experiment we were told to perform and her shoddy work caused it to fail. If not for her, I'd be in the Alliance working for Intel or something more exciting then Fauna research-" He growled. "I know the story." The turian interjected dryly. "I seem to remember either of you telling it whenever it's time for dinner. I personally find her version where your...fucking..." she mimicked the human word oddly "... the class professor got you both the lowest grade much more endearing, Michael." He felt himself flush. "I don't think there's any race in the galaxy that condones sexual behaviour between student and teacher, you know." She commented dryly. "I didn't..!" He began, glaring. "Amused interjection: On Dekuuna, it would bring the Elders to speak to you in great detail." Ulsar said, managing even to almost break his usual monotone with the slightest emphasis on 'great'. "It was consensual! My business, and hers!" he explained. "None of the Deans, or the other teachers, and certainly not Elizabeth's! It had nothing to do with the grade!" He lied. Well, it was true that what they had done wasn't illegal. Just the next thing to it. Perhaps he had contributed to their lousy grade, but Elizabeth with her limited understanding of Quantum entanglement mathematics had been their doom. Teara chuckled, and odd sound with a flanging quality. "Regardless. You are where you are now and you're conducting important fauna study in this system, mostly uncharted. We will touch down on Telegris IV in a few hours." She informed him, nodding to the console indicating the speed their autopilot maintained. Michael sighed and nodded, straightening his lab clothing carefully. He would have to have it washed later, get the blood off. "Anything new on the scanners?" He asked, genuinely curious about plants for once. They had had trouble getting accurate scans of the surface. Telegris IV was a verdant garden world, with emphasis on 'Garden'. It was completely overgrown as far as they could tell. Trees, plants and algae covered the surface. Animal life must thrive down there. It was amazing that they hadn't detected a sapient species down there, he considered. "Factual report: No, not thus far. I believe pollen, moulds and fungi have filled the air and atmosphere to such a degree that they block scanning equipment. Even ours." One of the Elcor's hands came up to grab a small-screened tool from his belt, holding it up for inspection. "The extent of the growth is impressive. The planet is 2300 % more verdant than your Earth. The atmosphere is filled with all manner of chemical compounds and what the scanners identifies as plants that evolve, grow and die in the air. "A Quarian's nightmare." Taera commented dryly. "And not easy for us either. We'll wear envirosuits, including breathing masks." Michael nodded. "Hostile animal life?" "Unclear" It was the Turian who answered, walking from one spot in the room to another. "The computers can't make heads or tails of the life signs down there. It's impossible to tell what's an insect colony and what is a ten foot predator. We'll go down armed." She said emphatically, patting the gun at her holster. "Armed and ready for anything." "We'll do our best." Michael said with a nod. The Turian smiled. "Much better. You may not like Fauna, but you at least still do your very best with whatever is assigned to you." She observed. "Who knows what will come from this." A load of plants, he thought glumly but didn't voice it out loud. The Turian with her impressive history would make an excellent reference later on in his life. As would Ulsar. The Elcor also had a most impressive history. An hour later, they touched down on Telegris IV, the fourth planet of a star named after a Turian historical hero. Regardless of the abundance of fauna, the plants proved to be non-issues when they entered the atmosphere. Their small vessel could land on the surface with ease and Taera had already selected a landing site on a verdant, high hill overlooking the main continent currently in sunlight. "Remember." Taera schooled "This excursion is your first, both of you. Touch nothing you don't have to and be wary of strange animals and plants. This is uncharted territory and you never know what lives in the surroundings. Michael nodded soberly, patting his specimen box on one hip and the collapsed Armax T-21 Handgun with double clips. It was extremely difficult for a non-turian to get a hold of Armax Arsenal weapons, but Taera had connections. The Elcor held a heavy assault rifle upon his shoulders and the sight was almost laughable. Until you remembered how strong the Elcor truly were. Elizabeth looked slightly nervous. It was easy to remember at times like these that the young woman was two years his junior and had never been on a field trip not in the Academy. The Turian gave her an encouraging nod. "The two of you will move together. I don't want you splitting up for any reason. Do not take your breathing masks or Envirosuits off." She said sternly. "We're not that stupid, you know." Elizabeth commented dryly. The turian opened her mouth. "I know, I know. We'll be careful. I'll make this idiot be careful too, don't you worry." She hurried to interject. Michael shot her a glare. Stepping out into Telegris IV was...impressive. He could think of no other way to describe it. Through the visor of his breathing mask that accompanied his envirosuit, he saw everything through a faint haze of green, yellow and lilac. Flower petals and spores as well as plants, he realized. The grass growing on the ground was as thick as down, giving soft leverage to one's steps. The light seemed...alive, bouncing off the innumerable objects floating in the air. Yet sight wasn't the most overpowering thing. Smell was. A myriad of smells ranging from sweet, sticky, sour, musty and hearty drifted through his visor. He felt his head clear from a strong smell, then felt it drift off when catching a particularly sweet variety. With a grimace, he adjusted the filtration of his breathing mask, not allowing anything to pass inside. Elizabeth quickly did the same. "What's the matter?" The turian asked. "The smell!" Elizabeth exclaimed, gesturing to their surroundings. "Don't you smell it?" The turian sniffed once, then carefully disobeyed her own order and allowed the breathing mask to filter planetary air. She frowned. "Not really." Michael shook his head. "Interesting" Taera noted, entering a few notes on her mobile pad. "It seems to affect humans in a much stronger way. There must be chemical compounds which your biological make up is more sensitive to." The avian alien adjusted her envirosuit. "You should be extra careful. You two head over the grasslands there, avoid the forest. I will go to the west. Ulsar, you go east." "Note of caution: Please be careful, all of you. Scans on the surface show the plant life concentration to be even higher then expected. This truly seems to be a remarkable world but we do not yet know what dangers it holds." "We'll be careful, Ulsar." Elizabeth commented. She turned to him "Let's go. This work isn't gonna get done while you drag your feet." Michael was readying a most cogent response, but she was already walking away, leaving him to either stand there or follow her through the dense grass. He decided to follow her and not look like an idiot. "Keep up." She told him when he had walked up beside her. "I'm not going to wait around for you." He decided not to reply to that. "They're right, you know." he found himself saying. "With all the species of plant life here, we could find something truly interesting." She grimaced. "You sound like Taera. This is a pointless excursion. Fucking waste of time." He knew that what she truly wanted to do was genetic research. Improve life expectancy in humans even more, find ways to birth even healthier children. Perhaps find some way to make human genes regenerate themselves like Krogan, he thought dryly. Elizabeth had always been a talker when they had been in college, yet always lacked some of the brains to truly push her theories and experiments. "Let's just get this over with and get back to the ship." She said when she seemed to understand that he wasn't going to reply. "I have some samples of an embryo as well as stem cells and other material I can use for actual research back on the Laqina." She snorted. "Ridiculous ship name. Sounds like damn pasta." "You should give them more respect. They are both known in their field." He pointed out. "They could be excellent references for us both if you only were a bit nicer." "Nicer." She said dryly. "I see. Like you with whats-her-face? Professor Jordan? May Jordan? Was that friendliness?" He had expected her to bring up that affair again. Rarely did that they discussed science and she didn't bring up the name of his college professor whom he had....spoken to. Among other things. "No." He said calmly. "That was sex and desire. I don't expect you to understand. It would take a woman, or at least someone with a working sex drive." He was smiling when she turned, fist raised. "If you damage the suit, I will tell them who and why and they will throw you off the team." The threat halted her and she snarled, the breath and saliva misting her breathing mask. "It's not as though what I say is wrong." He decided to comment after several minutes of silent walking and scanning the area for interesting flora. He had collected several varieties of grass and one purple flower. Elizabeth hadn't even opened her specimen box. "In all the years I have known you, I've never seen you with a man. Or a woman for that matter." "There are more important things in life." She replied with surprising calm. "I will change humanity eventually. Much more important then a few short, fleeting orgasms." "The two aren't mutually exclusive." "Perhaps not. But judging by your love life, it involves a lot of disappointment." She shot him a smirk. "Not always." He struck back. "Your friend Melanie certainly didn't think I was a disappointment." Her expression darkened markedly. "You...and Melanie!?" She snarled. "She only visited for two days!" "And where was she the second night?" He smirked. "In your room or mine?" She looked at him for a long time. "Shut up!" She growled. "Let's get this over with." He followed her with a smile. He had one that exchange for certain. Melanie had been an excellent lay, despite being raised in the same backwater town as her friend. He saw her halting at the edge of the forest, scanning both the air and ground for plant life. He reached her and looked at what she was scanning. "This is weird." She said, frowning. "The computer says this Is an insect." She pointed at a bright, red flower with thick, green stems. The petals were dusted with what seemed like yellow-golden powder -- pollen, he assumed. He frowned, scanning the plant. "Definitely qualifies. Grab it." She removed a pair of gloves and leaned down, gently digging around the plant to free it from the loamy earth. "Rooted deep." She grumbled, pulling at it. The plant suddenly exploded, showering her from head to toe with yellow-red powder that stuck to her envirosuit. The flower she held was still intact however, only thinner and lacking the petal coating. Power of a Flower "Lovely!" She spat, furiously brushing at her suit with both hands in an attempt to clear both the breathing mask and the suit from the stuff. "I love nature!" He kept a smile down, checking the flower she had collected. "I doubt it's anything dangerous. Your breathing mask kept you safe too." "Oh really? You think?" She pointed and he could see a faint red mist having entered the facial compartment, now dusting her cheeks with a red sheen. He frowned. That shouldn't have been possible. The masks were designed to filter out everything at that stage, They weren't actually connected to oxygen tanks -- it was unnecessary, given the breathable atmosphere, but still. "I'll probably be poisoned." She grumbled. "I need to get this stuff off me." "Let's go back to the ship." He agreed readily. Dislike for her was one thing. He didn't want to get her exposed to odd plant life, however. "Always the good student." She commented wryly, pointing to a watery stream a small distance into the forest. "There will do. Water is water, even here." He stared at her. "Are you insane? Washing yourself in a strange body of water on a strange planet? Perhaps you have been poisoned." "What I am" She countered "is unwilling to spend more time here then necessary! I only need to wash my face anyhow. This stuff won't pass through the material of the suit." She was quickly striding through the thick growth towards the stream before he could react and he hurried to catch up. Idiotic woman! He should have paired up with Ulsar! Listening to the Elcor drone on about plant processes would have been preferable to this girl! To her credit, she was very careful when removing her breathing mask. She looked odd, her face coated slightly with a sheen of pink and purple -- pollen from the plant. She leaned down amidst strange varieties of fern and began splashing, rubbing her face furiously. He heard her mutter, only catching words like 'Plants' and 'Fucking'. "Is it gone?" She turned, brushing her-now dripping face with her hands. Her face was clean -- free of make-up as usual, and fairly plain despite her somewhat obvious physical attractiveness in certain situations. He nodded. "How do you feel?" "I feel fine." She said curtly, tossing her hair. "maybe we should leave this place before more happens...." she trailed off and her eyes slowly grew wide. "What?" One of her fingers lifted in a classically comical gesture in holo-novels and books, usually when someone was about to point to a dreadful monster or threat behind. "Very funny" He said dryly, turning and feeling the rest of the comment dry up in his throat. A massive, hulking feline creature prowled toward them with near-soundless grace among the alien plants. It was at least ten feet long and four feet from leg to back, a long tail moving slightly with it's strides. "Any more lovely comments?" He heard Elizabeth unholstering her pistol, but he knew the dainty female had never truly shot at...anything before. He freed his weapon with more practice, trusting into auto-targeting system built into the weapon by it's masterful, Turian engineers and proceeded to fire shot after shot into the massive animal's body. The first slugs caught the creature in the side, only further angering it and making it leap with a massive roar. Elizabeth screamed, the shots she fired blindly whistling through the air far to the left and right of the massive cat. His secondary pistol barrage caught the monster in the face however, shattering it's skull and making it drop lifeless perhaps five feet ahead of him. Michael fired another three shots, aimed straight at it's large head. The body twitched, the projectiles lodging deeply into the creature's body. He was shaking, he realized and forced his hands to a semblance of steadiness. "Seen enough of this planet?" He asked quietly, giving the body a small kick with his boot to make sure it was truly dead. Elizabeth stepped up beside him and nodded. They both noticed the trio of identical-seeming monsters climbing from the massive trees perhaps two-hundred feet away. Michael checked his weapon, noticing it only held a couple of more shots before the clip would need replacing. He had none. "How about running? Shouldn't we run?" Elizabeth asked with a bare minimum of lip movement. He glanced toward the small path where they had entered the forest. They would never get there in time, not before one of the massive cats overtook them. Three shots. He nodded. "Let's run. If we don't find shelter, we're probably dead." Elizabeth broke into a panicked run first, screeching in terror. That proved to be quite an effective deterrent. The creatures had never heard a human scream before and the sound startled them. Michael allowed himself to look back and saw that the three predators had stopped, curiously sniffing the air and their surroundings for the odd vocal discharge. Elizabeth kept screaming as they jumped over brush and thick logs, traversing a stream with two quick leaps and down a slope with large tufts of grass growing from in between red rocks. The beasts seemed to quickly overcome their fear and he could hear brush breaking, logs moving and their pursuers quickly gaining ground as they climbed down the slope. It wasn't very steep. The native beasts would have no trouble following. "There!" Elizabeth screamed, catching his suit and pulling his gaze to a part of the cliff side where a small opening was visible. Perhaps large enough to fit through for them though. He nodded. It was a chance. Elizabeth was first, squeezing through the opening in a way that gave him a perfect view of her rear, pushing her inside with both hands when she moved too slow. He ignored her affronted squawk. He followed, ignoring the jabs of pain as sharp rocks scratched and tore at his soft environmental suit. He thought it had received at least two tears. The young man managed to squeeze inside however and was dismayed at what he saw. "Nice...cave" He panted, sitting up and looking around. The space was no more then two square metres with a ceiling where he could bump his head easily if he wasn't careful enough. "We're safe" She snapped, elbowing his side. "Move!" "There's nowhere to move!" "Then make some space. Slide your fat ass over, Michael!" She growled, spreading her arms to inspect her skin and clothing. She no longer wore her breathing mask. Thankfully, this area held very little in the way of vegetation, spores or pollen. The massive felines arrived, quickly finding them by scent. They lumbered around outside, one stretching it's paw in the cave and attempting to reach something. It reached Michaels left boot, the steel-heeled back of which he slammed into the creature's furry front paw. It gave a surprised amalgamation of a growl and a yelp, then retrieved it's damaged limb. "Great! Just fucking great! Why did we have to go in the forest? Couldn't we just have staid in the ship? This is all your fault!" She shouted, her voice almost deafening in the small space. "Me?!" He retorted in surprised anger. "You were the one who wanted to head for the stream remember? Do you ever listen to reason?" "Asshole!" She screamed "Incompetent idiot!" He shouted back, balling his fist. She opened her mouth for a cutting retort, but was broken off by a large, fierce roar from outside. "Perhaps we should be...more quiet." He suggested after the shocked silence settled, forcing his voice into a milder tone. She sat there with her mouth open, then finally nodded. The young woman closed her eyes and wiped her forehead. She was perspiring profusely, her shirt with the caduceus soaked in places. "Are you okay?" He asked after a moment, noting her discomfort. "Just not used to being chased by ten-foot-tigers!" She snapped. "And hot. I feel so hot. Do we have any water? I'm so warm." He gave her the bottle he had brought -- obviously she had neglected to bring one -- from the ship. She gave him a curt nod and drank, gulping several times. Then several more. He watched her empty the entire thing in several short moments. "Thirsty?" He asked, frowning. She gave a curt nod in reply, wiping her lips with the back of one hand. "How long do you think we'll have to stay?" "They'll give up after a while." He shrugged. "If nothing else, Ulsar and Taera will pick us up when they've finished and they notice us gone." She nodded, her head slumping. "What's the matter?" "I don't know." Her voice was almost free of bite, and she looked...concerned. One hand went to her chest and she shivered. He wasn't sure if that was a bad or good sign. "I feel strange. Hot. Restless." She continued, her fingers flexing and tensing continually. "Do we have any more water?" He shook his head. "Only the one bottle. Did you get all of the pollen off?" She swallowed, shrugging. "I hope so. What's the worst that could happen?" "Some flowers are poisonous" He reminded her. He tapped the side of his suit, attempting to send a distress signal to their Turian and Elcor comrades. "Dammit" "What?" "The radio's broken. Must have smashed against a stone." She tapped hers and grimaced. "The signal's blocked by the mountain. Fuck it!" She cursed, shifting on the ground. "We didn't bring any medkits either." He commented, suddenly frustrated. There was nothing he could do if she had contracted some tropical kind of alien fever or some odd kind of disease. "I'm fine!" She bit back. "Just warm. Really warm." She fanned herself, pulling her shirt off and putting it on the ground. She only wore a lacy bra and the skin was flushed and shone with sweat. "You're not okay." He told her, taking her hand in one of his and putting the other on her forehead. "You have a fever. You're hot as hell!" She gave a growl and bared her teeth, biting down on his wrist faster then he could react. He screamed, pulling back violently. "What the hell is wrong with you?!" "Don't...fucking...touch me." She panted, her eyes slightly glazed. "...don't want you touching me, okay? No...touching....me.." "This space is too small for us to fight in!" He pointed out, but pulled back to the other side as much as he could. Which was to say, her legs and thighs still touched his and he had to press his arms to the rock itself. "Stop...talking." Her voice had grown hoarse. "Elizabeth?" He said, eyeing her. "I'm not gonna have you die on me. The way things are, they'll blame me for that" "Just hot." She undid her envirosuit and pants below, pulling the garments off and kicking them against the rock to sit in her underwear. He desperately thought of something to do, but could find nothing. They had no supplies, no water, no medical equipment and the small purrs, growls and fleeting glimpses of animals in the narrow opening told him that leaving wasn't a possibility either unless they wanted to end up as dinner. When he looked back at Elizabeth, he started back violently and bumped his head against the ceiling. He groaned. The woman had moved closer and had her face almost straight against his, a drop of sweat trembling from her nose. "I'm burning up" She declared, her hands now gripping his thigh. "Have...to do...something!" "What are you doing!?" He hissed at her, trying to push her away. "Trying to infect me too?" "Shut up!" She snarled, leaning in lick his cheek. Her tongue was warm and left a trail of saliva. "mm...taste good..need more." She seemed to be babbling now, pressing her near-naked chest and pubic region against his. The situation dawned on him and his eyes widened. That was what the pollen had done. It wasn't illogical. Now that he looked for it, he saw several spots of red and yellow still on her. In her eyes, her cheek and on her lips. "You're just sick" He insisted, trying to ignore his hardening cock in his pants "Stop it" He tried to push her off, hands on her shoulder and chest. "Nuh-uh.." She mumbled, rubbing her face, her cheek and her hands continually against him. With a rip, she tore open his shirt and exposed his chest. A quick move undid his suit, tearing it off him when he tried to pull it back on. She gave a primal growl when he tried to push her off and leaned in, biting his shoulder hard. Very hard in fact. He gave a cry of pain, glaring at her. "You're insane! What are you doing?!" "The same thing you did...with..Melanie" She whispered, her voice husky as she took several long licks of his cheek, mumbling incoherently in between. With a frustrated growl, the human woman tore her own bra and panties, shredding the thin garments. Her body was really quite lovely, he noted absently. Her breasts were firm and tipped with rosy nipples and she was well-proportioned with smooth skin. She was on him in an instant, tearing at his clothes and fumbling with the zipper as though she had forgotten how to use it. "All right!" He snapped. When she didn't stop, he gave her a push that sent her backward slightly. "I said okay!" Undoing the lower part of his envirosuit and his pants. She probably would tear them in any case. The look she gave him from below thick hair was veiled and feral, there was little recognition left in her. She moved forward with surprising agility, locking one of his hands while eagerly grasping his cock through his underwear. Frustrated with the cloth still barring her access, she tore at it with several sharp tugs, finally managing to break the elastic cloth. "mmmm....fuuuuh..." She moaned, leaning in to draw her tongue across his chest. He shivered. "Yuuuu..." She continued, grabbing his hand and pressing it between her legs. When he didn't press inside, Elizabeth growled in dismay and pressed, forcing three of his fingers inside. She gave a pleased 'ah!' when he complied, rocking her hips roughly against his hand. He stared at her. Perhaps he should have expected an effect like this, considering the flora and fauna of the place, but it was still shocking. Hesitating -- she didn't seem herself any more -- he leaned in and tried to kiss her. She seemed to have forgotten how to do it -- if she had ever known how -- and more licked his tongue and teeth than kiss him back. Her hips moved without stop, fucking herself against his fingers while she drew her tongue against his own as well as lips and chin. "mmmff. Mrrslrrp.." She gave cooing, pleased noises and increasing moans. Elizabeth began squeezing her legs rhythmically in coordination with her hips. "Aaaaah!" After a moment she gave a sudden scream, her back arching, hands and fingers twitching where they lay against his chest. She tossed her head, ignoring the small bumps she gained when it struck the wall. Fluid flowed freely down his hand and she kept rocking her hips until her orgasm had ceased. Slowly, her head fell forward to lay against his chest. She panted heavily as though she had just run a marathon. "Better?" He asked quietly. Ways to tease her for this ran through his head, but right now he just wanted to get her back to the ship. She looked up, and her eyes were -- if possible -- even more feral. She gave a short, primal growl that would have made the massive tigers proud and pulled at his neck, forcing him down atop her as she slowly leaned backward with her legs spread as wide as they would go. Her cunt still shone and seemed completely slick with fluids. She gave a triumphant grin when she saw his hard cock. He thought there was something of Elizabeth still in that gaze, as though seeming to say "Hah, even I can get you horny". Then she shivered with a pleased sound in her throat and pushed up, forcing him down with one hand gripping his shaft and guided -- though he really needed no guidance -- him to her pussy. "Ngggh....fuuuuu...ckkk" She growled, pressing up and penetrated herself brutally on his hard, throbbing cock. "Nguh!" She whimpered, licking the side of his cheek. Michael moaned, feeling how deliciously wet and ready she was. Her skin was slick, but it was dry compared to the slippery yet tight feeling of her cunt. It seemed a crime not to have this woman sexually active if this was how she felt all the time during sex. "Fine!" he growled "If that's what you want, Liz" He told her, using the name he had called her when they had still been on friendlier terms. "Then that's what you'll get" She grinned, showing teeth, then closed her eyes shut when he rammed into her, moving her on the dust-covered stone. Elizabeth gave a primal cry. The animals outside responded, three loud roars coming one after another. As though spurred on by the animals and wanting to convey to them what she was doing, the human gave another, louder cry as he started fucking her rhythmically. For several minutes, he continued giving her the same, rough treatment of fucking her like she seemed to want. At last, he was unable -- because of a combination of her excitement and the long time it had been for him -- to hold back and moaned, trying to pull out of her. He knew most women regularly took birth control, but he doubted she did, being as uninterested as she was. When he tried to pull back, he suddenly felt her nails digging into the skin of his back and gave a sharp exclamation of pain, glaring at her. She bared her teeth, rocking her hips firmly and pressing his hips close. Michael tried to pull out again, but she bit his shoulder and held him close with a deep, primal growl, causing him to begin cum violently inside her. He bit back a loud moan and pressed against her, surprised how very pleasurable her sex made the orgasm. He moaned, suddenly no longer caring about their voice volume. Everything seemed about to be swallowed in a red-yellow haze, yet he felt himself hornier and more insistent to...fuck then ever before. His gaze focused on Elizabeth -- the female splayed out in front of him. She looked and was so very ready, even with his thick, not-softening cock still lodged deeply inside her. Instead of ceasing the fuck -- like he would have done in most cases following a violent climax -- he picked up the thrusting again. Vaguely, he was aware of her giving an encouraging scream, her fingernails pressed against his chest as he thrust her against the rocky ground covered only with her thin shirt. "Mmmmrggh...." Was the last thing he remembered saying before a violent sexual frenzy swallowed everything, including rational thought and coherence. Power of a Flower He blinked at the Turian. It slowly came back to him. "Elizabeth was exposed to it. She refused to go back. Then she infected me!" He glared up at her, shifting on the bed and attempting to sit up. Both the Elcor and Turian were looking at her now. "I don't remember that. Not at all." She said stiffly, the faint blush giving the lie in her words. "In any case" Taera continued "It seemed to be conditioned to promote mating behaviour in some of the planets species. This Planet's species. I think if we hadn't found you in time, you might have...mated yourself to death with her. Well, you anyway. It seemed to affect males deeper then it did females." That's right. They had fucked. He stared at Elizabeth, who's blush had become almost crimson now. She glared at him, her hands fidgeting at her belt. "Don't look at me like that! I don't remember a single thing! You're the one who did it all!" She said, but perhaps not as venomously as she would once have. "Observation: You are both very lucky. If we had not found you, it could have gone much worse. We recovered samples of the compound you were exposed to. It is incredibly potent. As well as increasing the level of human Testosterone and Oestrogen, it dulls the sensitivity to discomfort and pain, enabling both parties to focus entirely on the mating pr-" "That's enough! We get it!" Elizabeth interrupted, shifting and shaking her head. He leaned back on the bed, sighing deeply. Well, at least he had survived. Michael met Elizabeth's eyes and saw that she was biting her lower lip. When her eyes met his, she quickly looked away. He found himself smiling. Perhaps something good -apart from the apparently ecstatic experience they had had and that he only remembered in shifts and starts -- had come of this. The way the Turian looked at them both and grinned, he would say she had a deeper understanding of humans and their psychology then she let on.