So they return to petting and smooching, Shepard stripping off the last of his clothes, and feeling himself twitch with anticipation, as he moves to lie on top of the alien lady. But Kylara gently pushes him back, instead moving to sit on him, while she assures: “Trust me, it will be easier this way!” When he feels himself gliding into her cloaca, it's so overwhelming he moans: “Oh holy orbit! Yahh!”, and needs a few seconds before he can stop himself from yelping every time she moves her body. She just grins down on him, petting over his chest, and then lowers her head to kiss him with passion. It feels good, rewarding, relaxing, exciting, and so intense already, that Shepard has to gasp: “Wow, you were not kidding! This is incredible!” Yet she just purrs into his ear: “I've barely even started!”
Shepard's eyes get big, and trying to grab her hips, he wonders what else she might be planning, when she sits up again, and while still giving him the lap dance of his life, raises her hands. Spreading her fingers. Wider. And longer. And fanning them out, roots sprouting from all sides, until it looks like she's holding up two pompoms the size of Rubikian corn berries. Or Terran watermelons. Shepard starts to sweat, his pulse rising even more than the situation originally called for. And as he watches her lilac tongue, that he had fantasized about for far too long already, slide out of her mouth to pet over her own cheek, the thin tips circling the lobe of her ear, while she lowers the fungal fluff next to his face, he thinks: 'I'm totally gonna regret this, aren't I?'
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But then Shepard suddenly hears more noises, moaning, creaking, splashing, and his vision blurs, as Kylara bends down again, and after licking over his chest once, playing with his right nipple a bit, lets her tongue enter his mouth. For a moment he feels like he's suffocating. Then he breathes in a cloud of hay and sunshine. Looks into Kylara's deep dark eyes, that give him a silent plea for more, as he presses her against the hard wood of a barn wall. Holding up her butt with his strong hands, he rams into her with force, making her moan his name. Over and over, breeding her like a mating bull, until he spills his seed inside her with a roar.
He doesn't even question it, as he feels the sweat trickle down his back and front, and the slimy coating drip from his penis, as he pulls it out. Everything is so damp and sticky, and he loves it. Even as the light around him turns blue, and a cold breeze chills his body into being lined with goosebumps. But then it does shock him, as finds himself in the middle of 'An unsavory orgy', a holo-porn he had watched with his friends illegally at a younger age. Suddenly every inch of him is covered with hands, paws, fins, and tentacles, and it's embarrassing how all his sensitive areas get squeezed, rubbed and sucked by a horde of more than willing sex workers of various genders and species. Especially since he can't hold back his yelps of forbidden pleasure, until it's one long squeal as he cums.
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He closes his eyes and feels like a friendly soul is holding him close, petting through his hair, whispering assuring words, as they help clean him up from the mess. A wave hits them both, waking Shepard from the drowsy state he's in a little. He can smell sand and salt, and then adjusts to the deep orange glow from the setting sun, as he looks back at Toulouse, a young recruit that he had been in training with. He scans over his pale body, down to his bare feet standing on the soft beach sand, then back up to his freckled face with the dark curls, and he gets that weird feeling again. Then he can hear the second officer from his last ship growl behind him: “Do you boys want some fun?” Shepard gets a bit tense, unsure what is expected of him. Just then his old friend Duke is by his side, answering for him: “We always want some fun! Don't we, Sheps?” And before he can even nod, Duke is already kneeling in the wet sand, lowering his head to suck him off.
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“But Duke! I didn't know you like, like me...”, Shepard still tries to object, but already feels the other's lips close around his member, and then gasps, as the strong blue hands of the officer grab his butt to spread open his cheeks. Helpless, he stares back at Toulouse, who gives him an assuring smile, and then a kiss, soft and warm and welcoming. And so sweet, that Shepard only feels the butterflies in his stomach, when the big bearded man behind him penetrates him, sending jolts through his body. And making him cream into his friend's mouth already, way too soon. “Mhm, sorry!”, he tries to apologize, but the two men tending to his lower regions just keep at it, though they pull him to his knees too.
He turns to Toulouse once more for support, when the brunette just pushes down his head, pointing his dick at his mouth. Shepard shoots him a pleading look, but in a calm voice he assures him: “You will like it, I promise!” And then he's suddenly giving head, like he's never done anything else. It's exciting and fills his mouth with heat and sweat and salt, and he can feel himself get ready to climax again. And while the officer's beard scratches his back, as he's biting his shoulder, and his own hands dig through Duke's long hair, he can hear Toulouse joyfully exclaim: “I love you Shepard! I love you!”, as he pets his head. And then they all squirt.
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Even though he should have no way of telling, he just knows it. And it makes him happy. Still a bit embarrassed, he wants to get up. But someone is holding him back. Then he's kissed again. A shy, tender kiss, mostly on his lips, making him shiver, while he feels being wrapped in a sheet. And then he can finally look into Cecilia's beautiful dark face, giving him a sweet smile. He beams back at his first love, holding her tighter, and starts moving again, to pleasure her. Gently caresses her soft boobs, and slides one hand between her legs to stimulate her vulva and clitoris, while he spoons her. Whispers: “I love you!” And means it. The smile she's giving him almost makes him cry.
Then Kylara is spooning him too, also giving him pleasant touches, while he's still holding Cecilia. “I love you!”, he tells her. And he still means it. Then he hears her say: “I love you too!”, and feels her kiss him. And turns to Cecilia, who also says: “I love you!”, with a kiss to follow. Then another voice: “I love you!”, and more touching. He turns to look, and sees another of his exes, crawling towards the cozy bed with the red velvet sheets they are lying in. He scans the room, and more and more women appear, many of them affairs he's had, or relationships. But also some he's never personally met. Only through moving stories, video tales. Or holo-porn.
Shepard grins. He pulls his hand back up, because Cecilia is moving her tongue at him, like she needs something to suck on. He can smell her sweet, feminine human smell, the kind of smell that would always get him turned on. And he feels the tension in his loins swell once more. “I love you!”, he assures his girlfriend again. “I love you!”, the women around him echo, and he feels so warm inside, hopeful and happy, as they put their mouths on him. Kissing and suckling, faster and harder, chanting more affirming words of praise. Until the chirps and pecks are like a steady rain of love and lust. He gives his sweetheart another kiss, tasting and smelling her luscious lips and her perfume, and it drives him over the edge once more, spilling himself into her lap.
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He falls back into the sheets, exhausted. The hard pounding pulse in his penis starts to regress, releasing him from the tension of erection. Even though he has the strange feeling of a dozen snakes slithering around and off his body, the touch isn't as raw on his skin as before, making him relax. Then he realizes that Kylara is still sitting on him. He has a hard time wiping the stupid satisfied grin of his face, trying to look apologetic towards her. Yet she just carefully gets off him, to lie by his side instead, pressing one of his sweaty palms, to gently blow some cool air on it too. And she softly inquires: “Well, did I promise too much?” He barely has strength to shake his head. Smiling, she pries further: “And, any regrets so far?” He tries to shake again, and then gasps a bit harried: “Nah... just, one thing...” She perks up her antennas, and he half giggles: “I had, no i-dea I, was, THIS, bi!” He grins anew. And then loses consciousness.
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