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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Mass_Effect
  Relationship:
      Original_Female_Human_Character(s)/Original_Male_Turian_Character(s),
      Cassandra_Denners/Teveus_Canlin
  Character:
      Cassandra_Denners, Teveus_Canlin
  Additional Tags:
      Strip_Tease, Grinding, Dirty_Talk, Oral_Sex, Knotting, Daddy_Kink, Age
      Play, Come_Inflation, Orgasm_Delay/Denial, Size_Difference, Size_Kink,
      Xenophilia
  Series:
      Part 6 of Cassandra_&_Teveus
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-04-22 Words: 7374
****** The Ride ******
by Chromaticism
Summary
     Teveus and Cassandra's journey across the Earth begins in a train. A
     special train, in fact. It's a train so special they proceed to have
     lots of kinky sex in it, and not necessarily because the train is
     special.
     There's some talk of relationships, but you're really here for the
     porn, I'd imagine.
Notes
     I wrote the first four and a half thousand words of this in January.
     I finished the rest of it today, so... maybe I should have done this
     sooner? Thanks Balanu for the kind message. It motivated me into
     finishing this.
     Kink-wise, this is an attempt at quite a few things I've never done
     before. Intrepid reader, I hope you enjoy this.
“This is.. this is different,” Cassandra murmured.
The train in front of her, for starters, wasn’t a magrail, let alone the train
she’d boarded to come to Cairo years ago. It was grounded. It had wheels, and
the track had rails. Cassandra’s father had been fond of old memorabilia,
having collected wristwatches when he’d been alive, and her sister had fondly
called him a walking anachronism, claiming that he’d have been more at home in
Victorian England. Unfortunately, she hadn’t inherited his fondness of old
things. Cassandra preferred functionality over sentimentality.
Disregarding the fact the train was like a snapshot of the twentieth century,
it was a sign that their plans might be severely delayed. How fast were
mechanical trains? Maybe eighty miles an hour? It’d cost them valuable time.
Going by magrail had been about twelve hours from Gibraltar to Cairo, and
Cassandra hated to think how long it would be by what looked like a steam
locomotive.
“Looks pretty low tech,” Teveus said, snickering under his breath.
He nudged her with an elbow. “At least this way we’ll get to enjoy the scenery…
and other things.”
She shook her head in amusement.
The platform was very empty. There were just a couple of Alliance soldiers and
an asari further down to keep them company. A common sight after the Reapers,
sadly. People chose to take the safety of their current homes, afraid of ending
up stranded in a more hostile environment with how limited transport options
had been become since most infrastructure, like magrail superconductors, was
being recycled (or stolen by black market sellers) for use in getting all the
non-humans back to their homes or for the industrial complex. Getting society
back into a healthy state was proving to take longer than most had hoped. It
was strange using a vidscreen with only eighty channels, compared to the
previous number being somewhere over twenty thousand (and that was just the
human channels). The number of vidscreen channels accessible by the general
public was quite an effective way to track the progress of reconstruction.
There’d only been four, all operated by the Alliance, in the immediate
aftermath of the Reaper invasion.
The lone attendant on their part of the platform, a tall dusky-skinned woman
wearing a blue jumpsuit with an Alliance sigil on it, approached them. Another
reason why people didn’t use the train was due to the heavy Alliance presence,
outside and inside of the station. Air wasn’t much better with the airport in
Cairo being military access only and the spaceport in Luxor being heavily
restricted to the general public. If you wanted to get around these days, it
was land or sea. And those who disagreed with the restrictions? It took very
little to get arrested these days. After the first couple of months of bandits
and scavengers sabotaging and raiding supply and transport lines across the
globe for resources, the Alliance, and its alien allies in the Hierarchy and
other militaries, had stepped forward. Forcefully.
“Good morning and welcome to Ramses Station, Cairo,” the brown haired local
said in slightly accented English and a dip of her head. “I’m Amina and how can
I help you?” The attendant’s eyes briefly wandered to the large backpack,
containing the military grade tent she’d purchased for their trekking, on
Cassandra’s back.
“Good morning, Amina,” Cassandra said, smiling slightly as Teveus echoed her.
“We’re seeking transit from here to Western Europe. Is the line from Lisbon to
Cairo still open?”
Amina referred to a datapad in her pocket, which lit up the near pitch-black
night sky not bathed in light.
“You’re in luck. Despite most lines still being restricted for Alliance use,
the trans-Mediterranean is open to civilians.”
Cassandra breathed easy for the first time since seeing the train. She was
hoping to go to Western Europe first as it gave them the most options for
further travel. Getting to London would be easy, and from there, most parts of
the world were still accessible.
“The magrail has unfortunately been reassigned to the North African-Balkan
line,” the attendant explained with a wry smile.
“So now we’re stuck with this… thing,” Teveus muttered.
“Indeed,” she said with a laugh, “it’s hydrogen powered. Not coal, if you were
wondering. From here to Gibraltar is roughly two days. It has a respectable
speed for how out of date locomotives are, and the carriages are from an old
luxury train from the twentieth century. It’s quite comfortable, but old.”
“So how do we get on board?” Cassandra asked, a frown growing on her face.
There’d been scanners on the magrail doors to place your ID on for the
transaction.
Amina brought out the datapad once more, tapping at it for a few seconds. She
turned it towards them, showing them a white screen containing the cost of the
journey. It was incredibly expensive. Several thousand credits for the two of
them.
“Just press your ID against the purchase button please.”
Thanking her old boss for sending her so many credits, Cassandra did as asked.
“Before I let you onboard,” Amina said, “I’m legally obligated by the Alliance
to provide you with documents regarding safety on Earth, maps containing
information regarding to regional currencies and trading customs, and other
paraphernalia designed to make your journey, and any subsequent travelling you
do, safer.”
“Our journey?” Cassandra asked.
“Keep this to yourselves, but there’s still a husk problem in the Saharan
Desert,” Amina muttered. “That’s the reason there will be a marine contingent
guarding the train during transit.”
Cassandra doubted that was the only reason.
They gave their IDs to the attendant, Teveus providing his omnitool ID and
Cassandra providing her everyday one as a native citizen.
A couple of seconds later, the data finished transferring and Amina smiled.
Teveus was looking at the documents on his omnitool over her shoulder.
“I just have to scan your belongings and if you have any weapons on your
persons, you’ll have to provide a permit,” she said.
Cassandra and Teveus eased all their luggage onto the floor. The large backpack
on Cassandra’s back, the bags and bags of non-perishable dextro food they’d
bought over the last few weeks in preparation, and a couple changes of clothes
and toiletries in the other bags. They’d packed relatively light all things
considered.
Amina muttered quietly under her breath as she scanned. Eventually, after
scanning one of Teveus’ bags, she looked up at him in question.
Teveus reached into his pocket, pulling out his gun permit.
Only when Amina turned her back on them, revealing the matte-white rifle
attached to her right hip, did Cassandra become aware of the fact she’d been
armed the entire time. It was quite surreal this new reality; they now lived in
a world where the train help desk wasn’t at a desk, was one person, and that
person was armed military personnel. Amina walked towards one of the train
doors and pulled it open.
“Everything checks out,” she said, “enjoy your journey. Go in and get comfy,
the train leaves in a couple of hours.”
===============================================================================
They were in the Tunisian mainland now, going by the GPS on her tablet. There
were scorch marks and craters littering the rolling hills and plains they were
travelling through.
Cassandra looked away from one of the windows in the viewing carriage with a
sigh. There were maybe thirty people aboard the train. Almost all of them were
military; Teveus had muttered in hushed tones that one of the three turians was
a kabalim, a leader of a cabal. From the eighteen hours they’d been aboard, it
was clear the turian in question was very sombre, intense even, and he chose to
keep to himself, interacting little with the others onboard. It didn’t help
that he was barefaced and abnormally tall for a turian. He was so tall that he
had to bend his head to walk around the carriages. Besides him, everyone else
was quite friendly, though every interaction felt stilted. Eventually,
Cassandra got the message, and spent her time purely with Teveus.
She made her way back to the room they’d been given, sidling past other people
onboard in the corridors.
Teveus was laid on the bed, wearing only a pair of skin-tight black briefs.
Cassandra choked on a gasp, quickly closing the door behind her, and found
herself torn between laughter and sheer disbelief. Where had he gotten a pair
of human underwear that fit him? She didn’t bother to wonder why he had it.
There was only one reason why, and Cassandra was more than willing to let him
demonstrate the reason.
Upon noticing her attention was on him, Teveus pressed something on his
omnitool. The sound of a sultry asari voice entered the cabin, offset by a
crooning turian one. Cassandra smiled, easily recognizing the song. They’d made
love to it several times.
She took a seat by his side.
“Human underwear, Teveus?” She asked.
He moved quickly, suddenly on his feet before her, and he began to sway.
“I look good in them,” he declared, running a hand along his waist and then
downwards. He lingered at the waistband and pulled it outwards before letting
it snap back into place. “Let me show you how good I look in them.”
Cassandra just put her head in her hands, shook her head, and laughed.
He began to slowly gyrate his hips to the music, a low thrumming hum entering
the room as he hummed the bass line. The asari singer was telling her duet
partner, the turian, exactly what she planned on doing to him. The turian would
ask questions in his seductive rasp, calling on her to elaborate, and the asari
would, with pure sensuality in her voice, sing her answer.
Eventually, he began to walk towards her, continuing to wind his hips back and
forth.
“You’re such a tease,” she murmured, patting his stomach in good humour once he
was in range of her.
Teveus smiled at the barely restrained amusement in her voice.
His hand laced with hers as she made to pull away, and he guided it underneath
his briefs and onto his moist seam. Teveus purred lowly when she ran her finger
along it, lightly thrusting his hips into her hand as he continued to slow
dance with an invisible partner.
Then he straddled her, sitting in her lap and began to grind against her as the
song reached its climax. With the height and size difference between them, it
was almost comical instead of arousing, and there was the fact that he was
quite heavy. She could feel the head of his cock pressing against her hand, and
she moved her free hand to the soft hide of his waist and squeezed. With a
quick flick of his hands, he pushed her vest further up her body, and widened
the slit in the middle of the fabric to allow his cock to exit its clothed
confines. He ground his growing arousal against her stomach with low thrumming
moans.
Once he was fully erect, he lifted himself off of her lap, turned off the
music, and stared at her, posing. Teveus was a striking sight. The corded
muscle lining his tall frame was thrown into sharp relief, and his long cock,
with its slight upward curve, glistened in the faint light streaming through
the windows. One of his hands went down to his cock and massaged the slick
fluids up and down its length. With a gentle squeeze of his knot with his idle
hand, he began to stroke himself. Turian puberty, from what she’d observed, was
an incremental and protracted process when it came to genitalia. His cock had
been developing a taper in front of the knot for several months now, making it
easier to take his knot with the fact that he widened in the inches before it.
His cock had been remarkably human-like, disregarding the knot, when she’d
first slept with him, but it had slowly become alien to her. The tip, still
somewhat large, was noticeably thinning, leaving Teveus with the beginnings of
a somewhat conical shape to his cock.
“Do you plan on going back to the dining or viewing carriages anytime soon,
baby?” He asked, making clear he wished her to stay by using his free arm to
cuddle up to her.
Cassandra slowly removed her hand from his cock, smirking at the disappointed
grumble that Teveus made in response.
“I didn’t have any plans to go, but maybe I should, big boy,” she said. “I am a
little hungry.”
He rolled on top of her, aligning their crotches together, and his hands landed
on either side of her face.
“Nope,” he said. His mandibles were splayed wide in a jubilant smile. “You’re
staying here with me.”
She rose an eyebrow at him in mock challenge.
“And if I’m hungry?” She asked.
His mandibles and even his mouth-plates, with their relatively limited motion,
both moved in a clear smirk.
“Well I’ll just have to feed you then,” he said rather matter of factly.
He quickly moved up her body, carefully straddling her chest. His hands came
behind her head, and he cupped it, pressing her mouth against his clothed
crotch.
Her face burnt with the blush she gave, intensifying when he began to trace the
waistband of his briefs with a talon.
“Oh,” she lamely said against the fabric. She snapped out of it quickly though.
“I’m sorry, big boy, but suddenly I’m not hungry anymore.”
He chuckled.
“What a shame,” he said, “I was looking forward to feeding you, letting you
suckle on my cock. I was going to enjoy feeling your soft lips wrapped around
me and your tongue lapping at the head of my cock, hungry for my cum, whilst I
fucked your face.”
She felt like the proverbial deer in the headlights, listening to him just say
so much filth.
“But you’re not hungry,” he murmured after a heavy silence. “What a shame,
baby.”
He slowly rolled to her side, and opened his omnitool. As he did this, he
watched her out of the corner of his eye, letting out a gusty sigh all the
while.
She rolled her eyes at his antics and closed them, finding herself strangely
enjoying the slight rocking of the bed with the movement of the train.
“Sometimes I’m afraid that one day you’ll say things like that in public,” she
said, her eyes remaining shut.
“I’d have to be really drunk, Cassandra,” he said with a laugh. “Really drunk.”
She made a pointed note to remember that. His laughter died down, and it was
silent.
===============================================================================
She dozed off at some point, waking up to Teveus laid down at her side. He
immediately muted his omnitool when he heard her stirring.
“Sweet dreams?” He asked.
Cassandra simply smiled and pressed her lips to his throat. Taking this a yes,
he gathered her in his arms and hugged her.
“So we’re going to Lisbon,” he said, murmuring lowly in her ear, “where are we
going from there?”
She sighed, pushing herself closer against him. He pulled her closer into his
perpetually hot body, with a happy hum in his throat.
“Explore the continent, or at least explore the parts of it that aren’t rubble.
Maybe Greece. I think you’d like the topless beaches if they’re still around,”
she said.
“Topless beaches? Like..” Teveus cupped her chest in question.
She hummed an assent, enjoying the feel of his rough hands through the fabric
of her vest and bra.
“We’re going there,” he said.
“‘I’m not picky,’ you said,” she said, attempting, futilely, to reproduce his
low, smooth tones.
“I’m picky when it comes to seeing you in public just wearing a pair of
panties, baby,” he said. “I’m guessing that sex is forbidden.”
In his reply, Teveus made it a point to over-exaggerate the qualities of his
voice that she’d attempted to emulate. He sounded like a parody of himself -
not that she hadn’t either.
Cassandra almost felt bad to let his hopes down.
“Bikini bottoms, and it’s very much forbidden,” she said.
“What a shame,” he mumbled, “I was just wondering how all the humans there
would react if I just pulled off your bikini bottoms and just shoved my cock
inside of you to the hilt. How would they react to a recently crested turian
male ravishing a human female? I would have knotted you then and there and let
them watch me breed you.”
It spoke largely of how often he spoke dirty that Cassandra didn’t react. She
didn’t react much, at least, and she congratulated herself on only shuddering a
little.
“Badly, most likely,” she said. Cassandra couldn’t help the involuntary
wrinkling of her nose at the idea. “Anyway, I wouldn’t let you fuck me on a
beach. I wouldn’t want to get sand inside of me.”
He groaned.
“A sand beach? I thought.. at least I was hoping you meant a rock beach. And I
could always fuck you on a towel. You’d be on all fours, and I’d take you from
behind, like the way nature intended it.”
Again, he let out of that sigh that seemed to personify the state of being hard
done by. This time, she reached above her, praying to hit her target, and she
slapped him on the triangular patch of plating on his temple that had recently
formed in the last couple of weeks.
“Not the crest!” He whined.
Teveus removed his arms from her body and kept himself out of arm’s reach.
“Stop being dramatic then,” she ordered, and he relaxed, returning to embracing
her from behind.
“Okay, baby,” he said, burying his head in her neck. She ignored his whisper of
‘you’re no fun’ against her skin with a smile.
“It’s a shame though. On turian beaches, sex is allowed but only in designated
areas. I just got my hopes up,” he admitted. “It was silly of me to think that
humans would not be prudish on a beach that allows almost full nudity.”
“Blah, blah, blah. Whine, whine, whine,” she muttered.
Cassandra jumped at the feeling of Teveus’ talons snaking under her vest and
pinching her waist.
“I’m not whining,” he said. Liar, she thought. “I’m simply making note of
another injustice, to add to the list of many, that the human race have made
against me.”
At this rate, her eyes would be only able to move in circular movements.
“By denying you of sex on a beach, big boy?” She asked, already knowing, and
dreading, the answer.
“Damn right,” he said. “It’s not fair that humans have a cocktail called sex on
the beach but prohibit said action. It’s a travesty.”
He shook his head against the nape of her neck in disgust.
“It’s a lie.”
She groaned.
“You’re so dramatic. Why did I have to wake up? Couldn’t you have been dramatic
by yourself?”
Perhaps she’d been too harsh because he took a while to respond.
“Do you want me to leave you alone?” he said. His tone was quite sad.
Did he not know how far he had her wrapped around his fingers? She was a little
annoyed, but not enough to be mad to the point of wanting him to leave her
alone. Just as he started to remove himself from physical contact, she spoke.
“No. I think you need to relax. You don’t have to constantly try and make me
laugh or constantly try to get me in the mood. I like spending time with you,
and that doesn’t mean you have to constantly impress me or keep me pleased.
That’s kind of the feeling I’m getting at the moment.. In fact, I’ve been
feeling like this for a long time now.”
She shrugged a little.
“I’m not fickle, Teveus. I’m not going to jump and leave you as soon as you
stop keeping me entertained.”
“So please,” she said, pausing briefly to yawn. “Relax. We have months. Years,
perhaps. You don’t have to go through your entire arsenal of jokes and dirty
talk in the space of two days.”
He didn’t say anything immediately, but his arms tightened their hold around
her and he pressed his lower half back against her rear.
Eventually, he spoke.
“I wouldn’t run out in two days.”
He sounded incredibly offended. Turning around confirmed her suspicions as his
brow plates were drawn tightly downwards and his mandibles were clenched firmly
to his chin.
“Yes, you would,” she said, throwing caution to the wind.
“You should know with me being an unrepentant pervert that I’d come up with
more if I was running low. ”
“Forgive me for doubting you.”
He nuzzled her cheek with a purr.
“I’m sorry for making you feel uncomfortable.”
She lifted a hand behind her, searching for the sensitive underside of his
fringe. Teveus moved his head to accommodate her exploration and sighed when
she gave him a momentary rub there.
“You don’t need to apologize. Just relax,” she mumbled. “We’ll have sex later
if you’re so pent up after one day of going without.”
“Sounds good,” he said, and began to trail his talons through her hair.
Cassandra remembered what he’d said about stress a couple of days ago.
“Are you stressed out, Teveus?”
He flinched a little.
“A little,” he hesitantly said.
“Explain,” she demanded.
“Okay, okay. Spirits, you sound so sexy when you’re being demanding,” he
murmured.
Cassandra took a mental note.
“Keeping this thing we’ve had secret for so long has been draining. And then
I’ve been reading on the extranet about how humans pursue each other for a long
time,” he shook his head against her neck, “and it’s just pure insanity!” He
cried.
“I know you. I think I know you pretty well, but everything I read seems to
make out that getting with a human female is like some grand scheme. Why do
only the males buy gifts for the females? Why do the females dislike it if
someone is too eager? What does that even mean? Why do females like bad boys?
Being a ‘bad boy’ in my culture means being excommunicated. I understand the
dark and mysterious thing, but acting contrary to your feelings is hugely
unattractive, and largely impossible to get away with due to sub-vocals. Do
human women like being treated badly or something? Why make a game out of it?”
Cassandra just about went into hysterics. It was oddly refreshing to hear an
alien viewpoint, or rather deconstruction, of human relationships. He was
overlooking the huge fact that non-turians didn’t have subvocals to understand
the emotional or perhaps subliminal message of what someone says.
Misunderstandings happen, and some people just like to play coy.
“You’re stressed out because you can’t understand human relationships?”
Teveus huffed.
“I can’t count how many stories and anecdotes I’ve read where a human female
falls in love with someone who pretends to hate her. Why? But yeah, pretty
much. You’ve been remarkably turian in comparison to all those stories. I’ve
been floundering at times wondering if I’m doing something wrong,” he admitted.
“I’m straightforward, Teveus. As you said, you know me, so less reading human
relationship articles and more improvising like I am. Reading about it takes
away the fun, you know? Making mistakes is part of the experience,” she said.
“I wish I was as wise,” he mumbled.
“You’ll be one year wiser in a couple of days. I’m going to parade you across
the Earth when you turn eighteen,” she joked.
“There’s one thing I read though,” he said, a prominent tone of incredulity in
his voice. “Do humans really withhold sex when mad?”
“You think that’s bad? There are some humans who get married without having sex
with their partner,” she said.
“Crazy species. You’re changing the subject,” he accused with a stroke of her
stomach.
She paused, hoping to unsettle him a little.
“It’s a very effective tactic,” she said, smirking evilly when Teveus groaned
in horror, “but I wouldn’t want my sexy turian boyfriend to get stressed out.
I’ll probably slap your crest if you annoy me.”
Teveus hugged her tight.
“You called me your boyfriend,” he said. “And you said you wouldn’t withhold
sex. I’m with the best human ever!”
“Flatterer,” she said, “I also called you sexy. Odd, that you only picked up on
that,” she said.
“I already know I’m sexy. And if I didn’t, I put any lingering doubts about my
sexiness earlier, baby,” he said, his voice an image of attractiveness iin
itself. He was definitely preening.
“Arrogant, sexy, big boy. Anyway, don’t be stressed okay?”
He chuckled.
“Easier said than done, but I’ll avoid anything regarding the insanity that is
human relationships,” he said with pronounced cheer. It must have been a relief
for him not have to make sense of it anymore. “We were talking about places to
visit before I derailed the conversation.”
“There are lots of nice places to visit. I might take you to London, and from
there to Kent and let my mother meet the eternally horny turian who I’m
currently babysitting,” she said.
“I’d like to meet her,” he murmured. He was hesitant with his next question.
“Will she like me?”
“If you help her out with the turian refugees she’s supervising in Kent, then
yes, she’ll adore you. But yeah, she’ll like you, don’t worry,” she said.
“What’s she like? Is she like you? You’re pretty serious, you know?”
“I haven’t seen my mum since a couple of months before I met you, but she was
very calm and collected then. She likely still is knowing her. We’re both
pretty serious people,” Cassandra said.
Cassandra yawned a little.
“When we get to Lisbon, we’ll review the documents and maps we were given and
make a proper call as to where we go next then. Is that okay, big boy?”
He nodded against her neck, continuing to trail his talons through her hair.
“Go back to sleep,” he murmured.
And she did.
===============================================================================
It was pitch black outside. She’d woken up at one of the rare times where
Teveus was asleep. Turians, or at least Teveus, made cute noises when asleep:
loads of quiet clicking purrs and snuffling sounds. She was tempted to stroke
his cheek, but Teveus was a light sleeper, and if she was going to wake him up,
she preferred to do it with a certain amount of fanfare.
Cassandra straddled his lower legs, stretched along them so that her mouth was
placed at his sheath, and took a lick along the seam. He woke up immediately,
and his hand quickly found the back of her head thanks to the aid of his long
reach. He purred low and deep.
“Yes, baby. Just like that,” he said, his words trailing into a moan when she
took another swipe along it.
He eventually sat up, raising his knees up, and placed both his hands at his
sides, his talons digging into the thin mattress.
She licked all along his shaft as it emerged, enjoying his squirms when her
exploration eventually led her to suckling on his knot.
“And you call me a tease,” he grumbled. He helped her up onto her knees so that
her mouth was inches from the tip of his cock, bobbing against his abdomen.
“Please suck me.”
Cassandra slowly enveloped the head of his cock, suckling it, whilst Teveus
threw his head back with a moan. She played with him for a while, licking and
kissing up and down his shaft and sucking with a swirling tongue along the top
half of his shaft. His hands returned to their position on the back of her
head, gently pushing her down, urging her to take him deeper.
Whilst sliding her lips further down his member, Cassandra moved back a little
to get a better angle and took him to the point where the head of his cock was
probing the entrance to her throat.
He thrust into her throat with a sharp jolt of his hips, almost provoking a
choke out of her, but she swallowed it down easily, at this point incredibly
familiar with deepthroating his huge endowment, and slowly pressed her lips
down to his knot. Like usual, in such close proximity to his crotch, the scent
of his arousal was pungent; a sharp metallic, but sweet aroma. He caressed her
face, a sense of reverence in his touch, and slowly eased himself out of her
throat and mouth after a few seconds with himself almost entirely buried within
it.
“Come here,” he breathed once she’d lifted her face from his lap to make eye
contact.
She sat in his lap, easily fitting into the concave hips she’d been pressed
against so many times over the years. His cock, rock hard and wet with both his
fluids and her saliva, pressed against her abdomen as she wrapped her arms
around his cowl. His plated lips pressed against hers, snaking his tongue into
her mouth in a slow, sensuous manner. He moved one hand to the back of her
head, twining her hair around his talons as he began to tease her tongue with
his own rough, raspy one.
Eventually, he pulled back, his eyes aglow with affection, and placed his crest
against her forehead with the thick vibrations of his sub-vocals pulsing
against her chest. She could feel them in the tips of her toes and in her very
bones.
She slowly rose in his lap, placing her hand around his ridged member, and slid
down it in one slow, complete motion to his knot. His hands moved to her waist,
talons pinching harshly into her skin, as he slowly swirled his hips against
her.
“Do you mind swivelling around, baby?” Teveus asked.
She quirked an eyebrow at him.
“Tired of my face already?” She asked.
He shook his head with a soft look in his features.
“I want to embrace you from behind,” he said. “It’s a little easier without my
keel digging into your chest.”
“Why not,” she murmured.
She slowly rotated in his lap, fighting moans when his ridges rubbed against
her sensitive walls, and settled back into his chest. His arms wrapped tightly
around her waist and chest.
He lowered his face to the side of her throat, nipping at it with sharp teeth
and nuzzling with rough plate. She relaxed into his ministrations, closing her
eyes and parting her lips in a dreamy sigh. It was funny that she felt safest
in the arms of a teenage turian. Despite their sharp teeth, sharp talons (even
when they were blunted Teveus could easily draw blood), and their imposing
heights, she’d found a growing appreciation for Teveus’ people.
Looking back to her younger days, it was incredibly ironic that she’d mocked
one of her boyfriends at university for watching asari porn.
Look at her now, moaning desperately for an underage turian. It was a sign of
how little she cared these days that she didn’t feel that little jolt of guilt
she usually did. Cassandra could only hope that when he turned eighteen she’d
have the ability to be the one to initiate sex without feeling any guilt. She’d
love to be the aggressor for once.
“I’m not crushing you, am I?”
She placed a hand on the taloned hand that had gripped her right breast.
“No, big boy,” she said.
He slowly worked her up and down in his lap for a short while, and she closed
her eyes to just simply exist and enjoy the sensations. In a ritual they’d
undertaken so many times, he thrust upwards and she pushed down, forcing his
massive knot inside of her bit by bit. He sank in to his plates with a loud
snarl and held her hips harshly to his own, ensuring his cock filled her in its
entirety.
“Fuck,” he hissed. “I’m… Spirits…”
Cassandra had to fight the urge to scream as his knot began to grow, pleasure
and pain blending together deliciously. A rush of liquid heat entered her groin
as he began to climax, and he lapped desperately at her throat, groaning as it
began to intensify.
She rested her head on his shoulder, half-sobbing his name, as he came inside
of her in great gushes. With the bulbous base blocking her entrance and the
slightly tapered tip of his cock pressed firmly against her cervix, there was
nowhere for it to go but further inside of her. She could feel the warmth of
him spreading throughout her body. They sat in silence as he came, and in an
attempt to repay her for the pleasure she’d given him, Teveus began to tease
her clit by rubbing his hips back and forth. The sensations were otherworldy;
she didn’t think she’d ever get used to feeling so full. The massive knot
stretching her so exquisitely, the equally massive turian cock with its ridges
and bumps filling her, and the thick, viscous seed filling her sex and deepest
parts. She was a mewling mess in his lap, shuddering and shifting back and
forth as he continued to stimulate her. It didn’t take long for her to join
him, tightening again and again around his prodigious length. By the time he
finished ejaculating, she was exhausted.
“I’ll never get tired of tying to you, baby,” he moaned. “Spirits, I love
filling you.”
Cassandra, struggling to catch her breath, just snaked her hand behind his
fringe and raked her nails against the sensitive nerves on the underside of his
fringe.
“You do that and I’ll mate with you again, knotted or not,” he promised with a
gentle nip of her jaw.
He rolled his hips in slow circles against her clit. There was no doubt in
Cassandra’s mind that he was attempting to entice her for another round, and
who was she to deny him?
“Big boy,” she said. Cassandra dug her nails in and pulled his fringe hard.
With a low, booming snarl, he threw her forwards onto the bed, pushing her onto
all fours. Connected as they were, his hips followed and his arms wrapped
around her torso once more. She looked back over her shoulder and smirked at
the frenzied need on his face.
“Go on,” she said, licking her lips.
They were still tied, and his knot was still as large as it had been earlier.
It didn’t matter. She wanted him to fuck her again. Even if he had to rip that
huge ball of flesh out of her to do it.
“Try not to make too much noise,” he growled at her.
He bent her legs at the knee so that her calves were nestled against the spurs
of his hips, and his arms became vice-like against her torso. After lifting his
keel off her back, he lifted her off of the mattress, leaving her secured to
his body by his strength alone and her hands buried into the mattress. Almost
entirely suspended as she was underneath his body with her feet dangling off of
the edge of the bed, she truly realized how small she was compared to him. That
realisation was only accentuated when he moved his mouth from her ear to place
his head in front of hers, so that with every rock of the train, the top of her
head brushed against his chin.
He began to rut against her, pressing his hips back and forth against her ass.
She had to bite down on the covers to hold back the sounds she wanted to make
in response to his knot moving back and forth an inch, at best. It was enough
to stimulate her g-spot, and she squealed when he began to grind his groin
plates into her on every other thrust. Everytime she got close, and he knew her
body like the back of his hand at this point, he would stop. He’d become statue
still, unmoving and unyielding to her pleas. When he felt her channel relax and
her moans cease, he’d start over again, drawing her higher and higher until she
felt like she’d suffocate. With each denial, she grew more and more desperate,
thrashing in his powerful hold, seeking relief. She was crying silently in
torturous agony, not that she’d ever admit it to him (he probably already knew
due to his powerful olfactory senses), by the fourth time.
Eventually, his knot began to soften ever so slightly and he pulled back a
little, settling onto his knees, still holding her tightly to his chest like a
child with their favourite doll. With a careful hand, he wiped the tears off of
her face.
“If this hurts too much, baby, move your legs off of my hips and I’ll stop,” he
said.
Before she could even voice a question, he began to pull backwards hard whilst
holding her in place. It’d been years since he’d tried to pull his knot out
whilst tied, and it hurt. It felt like her hips were going to snap with her
groin the place that would buckle first. With a powerful yank that made her
almost bite her tongue from the pain, his knot began to pass through the lips
of her pussy, spreading them wider and wider. She squirmed when it came out
with a loud, sickly pop, and his seed immediately began to flow out of her and
onto the mattress.
He took her hand in his and placed it around his cum-drenched knot. She
couldn’t fit her hand around it, and she shook, forgetting to breathe for a
second, at the realization that it was as big as her fist even in its currently
diminished state. It felt violently alive, throbbing and pulsing in her hand,
and was ablaze with a malarial heat.
“You feel this, baby?” Teveus asked, a low, resonant rumble almost masking his
words. “Do you feel how fucking swollen my knot is for you? Even now after
being tied to you for nearly half an hour? Do you feel it?”
Cassandra struggled to swallow down her saliva.
“I.. I feel it, Teveus,” she said.
“Will you let me fuck you with it? I’ll slowly spread you wide open, letting
you take my knot in your tight pussy, and then I’ll pull it back out to start
the process anew. I loved the feeling of your folds slowly flowering open to
let my knot out. Will you let me do it again? And again… and again until I tie
with you again?" He asked, his cadence incredibly slow and methodical. Just
like when they’d acted out their fantasy of him knotting with her mouth, his
voice had that hypnotic, trance-inducing quality that had her saying yes before
her brain could catch up.
“Yes…”
“Good girl,” he purred.
Like usual, the role reversal of him taking control did wonders for her libido.
He didn’t waste any time, falling back onto all fours, still holding her
tightly to him, and began to press his knot against her folds. She was still
dripping with his seed, and his knot was equally soaked, so it was a slow
steady press inwards until her lips enveloped the widest part of him and he
sunk in almost immediately. There was almost no pain.
“Do you want to have an orgasm?” He asked once his knot was completely inside
her.
“Yes,” she breathed.
“I want you to call me daddy,” he said. She could feel his shit eating grin
behind her, but she was too far gone to even contest such a… perverse demand.
“Daddy… please,” she begged.
This situation was undeniably twisted, but Cassandra was so desperate, so
dazed, that she would have done an innumerable number of things to reach her
peak. Despite that, the small part of her that remained aware secretly revelled
in being given another means of pretending that he was older than he was.
Even if it was a little sick.
He sighed in delight.
“Such a good girl,” he praised, placing a kiss against her cheek.
He pressed his prominent hips as firmly as he could against her rear and made
one slow, deliberate grind against her clit.
It was enough and she went completely slack in his arms, dangling above the
mattress like a ragdoll, as she convulsed with orgasm. It was the most intense
orgasm she’d ever had in her life. She felt like she was cresting a wave that
never truly crashed to shore. It was like the ground had been taken from under
her and she could only float forever more. She was moaning nonsensical words,
something about calling Teveus a sex god or something equally cliché, as she
came down from her high.
“What do you say, baby?”
Cassandra blinked absently.
“Thank you, daddy?"
Teveus, daddy, stroked her hair with a gentle hand, praising her.
“Are you going to be a good girl for me and relax so I can take my knot out,
baby?”
“Yes, daddy,” she breathed. Whatever he wanted.
Her daddy held her tight as he worked his knot in and out again, and again,
just as he’d promised. It took him a long time to cum, not that she minded, and
when he did, he collapsed on top of her, spread eagle, as he locked himself
inside of her again for the second time that night.
“Spirits… that was so fucking hot,” he purred into her ear. “I’m not crushing
you, am I?”
He was really heavy, but she didn’t think she even had the energy to move if he
did get off of her.
“No, daddy,” she slurred.
“Was that okay, Cassandra?” He murmured. “I hope I didn’t go too far.”
His concern was sweet, but she was too focussed on the feeling of his seed
managing to seep past his massive knot. She hated to imagine the magnitude of
the mess they’d have to clean up. When his hand cupped her stomach, feeling its
slight swell with his palm in an almost manic manner, she immediately sobered
up.
“Did you..” She began.
When Teveus replied, he sounded utterly horrified.
“I think knotting you for a second time without letting the first load drain
out wasn’t a good idea. Are you going to be okay? Should I try and pull out?”
He asked.
There was a thread of panic in his voice. At least he wasn’t afraid of her
popping or something. She didn’t think she had enough energy to laugh.
“No.. it’s just.. So much. Oh my God,” she said. Cassandra could still feel him
spurting inside of her, not as heavily as the first orgasm, but still a lot by
his standards. It was just so much. “You’re like a… a.. I don’t even know.”
“I’m not cleaning this mess in the morning,” she grunted, wrapping her arms
around a pillow and getting comfortable under her turian boyfriend blanket. She
could feel a small puddle of their fluids, mostly his sticky cum, forming
underneath her thighs as more and more of his seed managed to trickle through
the tight seal of his knot. She could only hope she was fast asleep by the time
that truly became an issue.
“Neither am I. We are cleaning it,” Teveus muttered.
“You’re lucky I love you,” Cassandra said. She closed her eyes with a smile
when he moved her head so he could share her pillow.
“You called me a sex god and told me I could do whatever I want with you,” he
whispered into her ear, licking it with the pointed tip of his tongue. “It’s
not my fault that you’re such a good fuck. I’ve wanted to try that daddy thing
for a while with the whole age difference between us. I thought it would be
fun.”
“Are you going to let me go to sleep, daddy?” She ground out, putting every
ounce of snideness in the word ‘daddy’ she could. “I’m pretty exhausted.”
“Whatever my baby girl needs,” he said with a snicker.
“One day I’m gonna kick your ass, Teveus,” she said around a yawn.
“Will you dominate me afterwards? I’d like you to -”
“Goodnight.”
She swore she could hear him laughing as she drifted to sleep.
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