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Travis Haleson felt completely drained. He checked his Omni-tool, and let out a great whoosh of relief when he saw that the day was coming to an end.

“Travis, that'll be all for the day," Ambassador Goyle said, her head poking around the doorway into his cubicle. “How is your first week going so far?"

The brown-haired eighteen year old man wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead. “Good, ma'am. I look forward to learning more. I'm just finishing up all of these expense reports."

The tan-skinned human woman cocked her head at him. “I appreciate your tenacity, Travis. But I can tell you're exhausted with these reports. I know a lot was thrown at you today."

The younger man laughed and rubbed the back of his neck. “Was I that easy to read?"

Ambassador Goyle gave a knowing smile. “Easier. Work another hour and you'll start sprouting gray hairs. Listen, I have something else I'd like you to do for me instead."

Travis perked up and nodded, eager to prove himself further despite how tired he was. “Of course, ma'am. What do you need?"

“There is a very important dignitary here on the Citadel that I've been working very hard to make some headway with, and thus far I haven't had much luck. Perhaps you might have better luck."

His eyes widened with surprise as he looked up from his computer at her. “Me? T- that's flattering, Ambassador, but I'm just an i-intern. I don't have much experience with this yet."

Ambassador Goyle shook her head. “Don't sell yourself short, Travis. I hired you not just because of your aptitude scores, but also because of your temperament. Just treat this as an informal affair, and I'm sure you and this dignitary will get along just fine."

Travis nodded. “I- if you say so. Where am I meeting this dignitary?"

Ambassador Goyle pulled up her omni-tool and began typing. “I'm sending the destination to your omni-tool. It's down in the Wards."

“And who am I meeting?" Travis asked.

Ambassador Goyle had an expression that was difficult to read as she looked up from her omni-tool briefly before looking back down and continued typing. “I will tell her to expect you and she will introduce herself when you arrive. Please help her with…whatever she requires of you." She finished typing, and Travis heard his omni-tool chime when it received the information she forwarded to him. “Thank you again for this, Travis. You have no idea what a big help this is. If you do this for me, feel free to take the rest of the week off."

“R-really? On my first week? That's…wow, thank you, Ambassador."

Ambassador Goyle gave a polite smile and professional nod. “Now, head on out. The dignitary is expecting you."

Travis turned to quickly gather his things and readied himself to depart from the human embassy. “Oh, Travis?"

“Yes ma'am?" he asked, turned around to see her poking his head around the doorway again.

“Be careful in the Wards. And please be discreet as well. This is very important."

Travis blinked with a tinge of confusion but he shook it off and nodded. He supposed he shouldn't have been surprised; getting into politics meant a certain level of discretion, after all. “Of course, Ambassador."

With that, Travis left the Ambassador's office and made his way out of the human embassy. As he took in the lavish outdoor atmosphere of the presidium, he took a deep breath and pondered this assignment. Though he was still a new intern and hadn't worked with Ambassador Goyle long, he had known her general personality well enough to know that something felt slightly peculiar about her behavior when asking him to do this. Perhaps it simply had something to do with this dignitary not being very amicable to Goyle's previous negotiation attempts.

While there was a part of him that was nervous about screwing this up, another part of him took some comfort in the fact that he wasn't likely to be fired or anything if this meeting went nowhere, given that Goyle herself hadn't gotten anywhere with this dignitary either, and she was an experienced diplomat unlike him. He did have a right to be nervous though; this internship was everything to him, and he couldn't believe how lucky he had felt to be assigned to the Citadel's human ambassador as her new intern. The last thing he wanted to do was jeopardize that, especially on his first week. Hell, if Ambassador Goyle asked him to don a bathing suit and dive from the top of the embassy into the presidium reservoir, he would probably do it, just to prove himself.

Travis gazed up at the skyline above the presidium, where skycars whizzed by throughout the skies of the massive, sprawling space station. He still hadn't gotten fully used to this view, or being on the quaint, opulent presidium in the first place. Travis' family had grown up poor on Earth, but he had applied himself in school and obtained high honors and outstanding aptitude scores on all his tests. But it was his op-ed that he'd written for the student newspaper that had gotten him noticed by Goyle, in which he staunchly criticized the human Alliance's foreign policy and instigation of the First Contact War. It was also the thing that made him unpopular amongst many of his human peers who still held bitterness toward their new allies and former enemies, the Turians. Though, he couldn't be sure if those peers hated him for his political views or for being a poor kid who'd surpassed them and landed an internship they could all only dream of. Perhaps both.

Still, while his views had made him unpopular with his fellow students at university, something about it had appealed to Ambassador Goyle, and scored him this internship. And now here he was, a poor nobody from the slums of Earth, now on the presidium at the heart of the galactic government, staring up at the immaculate Citadel skyline. The temptation to rub this in the faces of the fellow students who'd scorned him was palpable.

Still, he didn't mind getting his hands dirty on the...less impressive areas of the Citadel either. Provided he stayed out of relative trouble so as not to tarnish his reputation or Goyle's, he did not mind heading down to the Wards every once in a while. Even if he did mostly keep to himself whilst he was down there; he wasn't exactly a social butterfly, after all. The Wards reminded him of where he'd grown up, slumming it with the other poor human kids. And the destination that Goyle had sent him was somewhere in the Wards, though it was curious to him that she hadn't told him where outright.

He hailed a cab and took it down to the wards, thinking on this elusive assignment Goyle had given him, especially at the end of the day, no less. Though he would never complain outright on his first week and was eager to prove himself, a part of him certainly was dismayed at being given this task toward the end of his workday. Thankfully, Goyle had given him the rest of the week off. Whoever this dignitary was, they must have been important for Goyle to ask this of him this late in the day while giving him time off as a reward.

Arriving down in the wards, he departed his cab and keyed up his omni-tool, seeing that he'd arrived at his destination. To his surprise, he was waiting outside Chora's Den - a seedy bar that he'd heard of and passed by a few times but never been to himself. Of course he was not even old enough to drink yet technically, so he had no reason to be here in the past, but he knew enough about this club's unscrupulous reputation.

He was confused as to why his boss would send him here, however. Was he to meet an extremely important dignitary at this seedy bar in the Wards? He started to feel a bit uneasy and concerned, and a part of him was hoping that Ambassador Goyle was not sending him down here to be a patsy in some illicit back-alley dealings. He shook his head a moment later, realizing how absurd such a notion was. Ambassador Goyle did not strike him as the corruptible sort. Still, he knew he would have to be on his toes in a place like this.

He took a deep breath before walking through the doorway into the nightclub. The krogan bouncer stopped him at the door, putting a thick hand on his shoulder. “You lost, whelp? Look a little young to be here."

Travis straightened himself out, trying to hold himself as professional and imposing as he could despite the truth in the bouncer's words. He hadn't seen many krogan in his short time on the Citadel, and it was still a bit intimidating to come face to face with one in person. “I'm Travis Haleson, and I am here at the human ambassador's request."

The krogan bouncer snorted. “Hmph, yeah right. Why don't you run along and go play now, kid."

Travis bit back a retort, not being in any interest to get his ass beat by a krogan. But he also wasn't about to scurry off either. He pulled out his identification and his credentials, marking him as being in Ambassador Goyle's employ. The krogan squinted at the identification, looking back and forth between it and Travis himself a couple times.

“Satisfied?" Travis asked, trying not to sound impatient and irritated.

The krogan bouncer shoved the identification back into Travis' palm and nodded toward the door. “Fine, whatever. Go on in."

Travis pushed back the temptation to gloat toward the bouncer, not wanting to push his luck. He entered the nightclub, and was immediately overwhelmed by the thumping beat and neon lights of the club, trying to make his way through the many boisterous patrons of various species, most of whom were probably drunk or high. Thankfully, he was completely ignored as he worked his way through them, almost as if he was invisible to them. It was something he was used to, given his upbringing.

He did his best to look around for...whoever it was he was supposed to be meeting here. Despite his best efforts, he could not see anyone even remotely resembling a dignitary amongst the crowd, though the lack of lighting of the club made it hard to distinguish anybody. After wading through the crowd to get a good view of everybody he could, Travis finally gave up and retreated to the bar, where he hoped he could find whoever he was looking for there, or at the very least he could ask the bartender for help.

After dodging and weaving through all the drunkards, he found himself at the bar in the center of the nightclub. The purple-skinned asari bartender who was currently wiping down the countertop took notice of him. “Can I get you someth- hey, wait, aren't you a little young to be in here?"

Travis tugged at his collar. “The bouncer let me in. Look, I- I'm not here to drink," he said loudly over the blaring club music. “I'm looking for someone."

The bartender snorted. “Aren't we all. Who you looking for, human?"

“Are there any dignitaries from the presidium in here?"

“Aside from you, you mean? No offense, kid, but anyone who comes into a place like this wearing a fancy suit like yours, and you're just begging to get mugged. You better watch yourself."

Travis rubbed his temples, growing rather frustrated with the staff of this club. Whether they were getting in his way because of his age or because he was human, either way, he was losing his patience. “Besides me."

The bartender shrugged. “No, not that I know of. If you're expecting some bigwig from the presidium like yourself, feel free to grab a booth or hang out here until someone comes around. Just try and stay out of trouble."

“Thanks," Travis replied shortly. The bartender nodded and moved on to other patrons. He sighed, running a hand through his smooth brown hair, wondering why Goyle had sent him here. Who was he supposed to be looking for in this dive?

He sat there for twenty minutes or so, requesting a couple glasses of water from the bartender while he waited. He perked up when he heard some commotion to his right. Taking a glance, he saw a group of human males like himself, about the same age or a year older if he had to guess. All were wearing Alliance uniforms. They were sitting at a table a short distance away from the bar and were catcalling someone standing next to him.

The tallest man in the group let out a whistle. “What's the matter, bird?! You ran off from us that quick?! You too good to sit with us?"

One of his cohorts snorted. “Nah man, she knows we're better than she is. Probably packing something bigger in our pants than turian men are."

The third took a swig of beer and wobbled up to the bar alongside the figure they were catcalling. “Turians. You think you're so much better than us, but all that military experience didn't stop you from getting your asses kicked by us lowly humans, huh? Didn't keep Shanxi for long, did you, bird?!"

Travis had heard just about enough. Part of him knew he shouldn't get involved, as these “peers" of his were older and may have had military training and experience. But his entire job was to not only help Ambassador Goyle advance humanity's interests, but also to further cooperation with the other Citadel races. The First Contact War was over and done with, and juvenile crap like this was just going to make humans look worse in the eyes of the other Citadel races. And on a personal level, he didn't like standing by while a bunch of drunk idiots were harassing this lone turian while nobody else in the club was bothering to do anything about it.

“Great example to the other races, huh?" Travis asked louded before taking a sip of his water.

The group piped down when they heard him, looking amongst themselves before looking back at him, incensed. “What'd you just say, kid?!"

Travis turned to them. His usual shyness was clawing at him and all sense of rationality was urging him to leave it be, but his anger over their treatment of this turian who was just minding her own business was getting to him. He was feeling both courageous…and foolish. “I said you're really doing the Alliance uniform a service, drunkenly berating people who are not your enemy. It's really showing everyone on the Citadel your value, huh?"

They laughed at his attempts to stand up to them. “Listen to this little yuppie punk, would ya? The hell even is this kid?"

“Someone who knows the difference between wartime and peacetime."

One of the men shot up and approached him, getting right in his face. “And what would you know about war? You even old enough to have fought the turians?"

Travis snorted at the lack of self-awareness on display here. He doubted any of these young men had fought in the First Contact War. “Are you?" he retorted.

The young man's face turned into an angry scowl, he raised his fist, cocked it back to throw a punch. Travis winced from the clobbering that was coming before he heard a grunt of protest. He saw the krogan bouncer behind the other young man, his arm twisted behind his back in a hold that he had no chance of wriggling out of. “Alright, tough guy. You and your friends get your asses out of here, unless you want to be carried out," the krogan growled.

“Fuck, relax man, we're going, we're going!" He shouted as he and the others fled from the club, several nearby watching partygoers laughing in their wake.

The krogan shook his head, giving a sideways glance to Travis. “Humans. They fought one year-long war, and they think they know a thing or two about hating turians. Hah."

Travis let out a whoosh of relief. He flinched when he felt a hand on his back. He spun around and saw the turian woman that he'd stood up for, giving a small smile to him. Travis picked his jaw up off the floor, being immediately taken aback by her striking features. She towered over him by several inches, and her chitinous exterior was a light brown color, with her softer skin underneath a slightly lighter beige. But her most striking features was her emerald green eyes peering back at him, slitted like a cat's eyes and filled with deepness and intensity, as if her gaze commanded attention from him.

“Thank you for standing up for me. That was quite chivalrous of you," she said. God, even her voice was resonant and striking - feminine, yet commanding and with a hint of age. There was something familiar about this woman, and the way she spoke, but Travis couldn't put his finger on it.

“You're welcome," he said, rubbing his arm. He internally punched himself when his voice cracked like a teenager when he said it. But if this turian woman noticed, she didn't seem to give any indication of it. “C- couldn't let those idiots make the rest of us look bad, could I?"

Her mandibles flared with amusement and she chuckled. “True enough. I'll be sure to judge the rest of your species by your example rather than by theirs, Travis Haleson."

“Y- you know who I am?"

She grinned. “Ambassador Goyle did say I'd be expecting you, did she not?"

Travis shook his head, mentally kicking himself. “Right, of course. I forgot. Sorry," he stammered like a fool. “C- can I ask who you are?"

She merely smiled at him, dodging his question, downing the last of her drink. “You ready to get out of here?"

Travis gulped. Was she propositioning him? No…no she couldn't be. “Of- of course. You have business you want to discuss, right?"

“Mhm. Yes. Business." She nodded toward the door. “My car is around back." She led him out, having to dodge many rowdy club patrons in the process. When she walked him over to her car, he could tell that it was expensive. Far more expensive than anything he could ever dream of owning. He supposed it was no surprise; she was an important turian dignitary - whoever she was - and so she could likely afford this no problem.

The door of the car slid open, and she stepped aside, welcoming him in. He relaxed back into the plush luxury seating of the car as she stepped in and sat beside him. She looked at him for several seconds, cocking her head at him as her eyes traveled up and down his body. It made him perplexed for a moment or two as she seemed to analyze him for several moments. Finally, she turned to the front of the car. “VI. Take me to Citadel tower, the scenic route."

The turian woman turned back to Travis, crossing her long legs and folding her hands in her lap. “Now that we're alone, I do believe proper introductions are in order." She reached out her hand to him. “Sevina Melchorian. Primarch of Palaven."

Travis visibly gasped upon hearing this, and she was clearly amused by his reaction. He suspected she'd been looking forward to springing this on him to fluster him. And it worked.

“You're the P- Primarch of Palaven?!" he sputtered. Though he was not yet exceptionally well-versed in turian politics and their inner workings, he knew enough to know that the primarch was one of the highest if not the highest ranking official in the turian hierarchy. And he was sitting alone in a skycar with her.

She nodded politely with a smile, indulging his surprise with the professionalism that came from being an experienced diplomat. “That's right. I'm surprised Goyle didn't tell you. You've not seen me on the vids?"

“I…I have. And I certainly recognize you now. I just…never expected to be meeting you like this or in a club like Chora's Den. If I may ask…w- what brought you down there?"

For the first time, she looked sheepish, turning away from him and looking out the window of the skycar as the neon lights of the Wards whizzed by. “That's…complicated. I was not exactly in a good place when you found me, but I will just leave it at that."

He nodded, deciding not to press her further. After several moments of silence and watching the scenic view of the skycar, he turned back to her, seeing that she was looking at him intently again. “Can I ask where we are going?"

“My penthouse, if that's alright. I've been working out of there all week, now that my meetings with the Council are done for now. There's always another meeting, another conference call, in my line of work. My homeworld always has something else for me."

Travis nodded. “It must be quite stressful for you, having all of your people looking up to you. I'll do whatever I can to help ease the burden of your work."

She smiled brightly. “That is…very good to hear. Very good indeed." Sevina scooted a little closer to him. “You know, I've never gotten the opportunity to really…get to know many humans. I suppose, given recent history, that would go the same for both of us."

“I think the First Contact War was just a big misunderstanding. Mistakes were made, on both sides. But what's done is done. All that matters now is moving forward, and I think it's important for us humans to work with the council races in cooperation. Including the turians."

She nodded sagely. “That's a sentiment and attitude I share, Travis. Some of my own people could learn a thing or two from you, I think. You have great wisdom for one so young. Speaking of which, can I ask how old you are?"

He rubbed his arms. “Twenty," he lied, sheepish about his age.

“Hmm." Travis could not tell if she bought his lie, but there was a hint of curiosity in her response. Curiosity, and something else perhaps.

“Don't ever let anyone underestimate you for your age. I can see great things in your future, Travis." She reached a hand over and put it on his leg, causing him to jolt with surprise. Looking up at her face, he found himself growing lost in her gaze again, just as he had in the bar. He didn't consider himself a xenophile, but he could see himself falling for the right woman, especially a turian as wise and attractive as Sevina. Not that someone like her would ever give someone like him any mind…would they?

“T- thank you, Primarch."

She smiled. “Please, no need for formality here. Just Sevina." It occurred to him that her hand had not moved from his leg, but it took several moments for him to realize this. “You know, in all my dealings with humans, I don't know that I've ever come across one so handsome. I hope you do not might be saying so."

His heart beat in his chest from the compliment, especially coming from an older female turian, and one as beautiful as her. “Y- you think I'm handsome?"

She grinned. “I do. And I think your own human females your age should tell you more often."

He gulped. “That's…wow, that's so…thank you."

“You're very sweet, Travis. I knew that from the moment you stood up for a turian you didn't even know in that club."

His head was spinning. Was the turian primarch of Palaven actually flirting with him? He had such little experience with this, that he could not be sure. But she certainly seemed to be pushing in that direction. This could get him in a lot of trouble if he started assuming something that wasn't there, but he would be foolish not to attempt a response. “Not just a turian. A beautiful woman."

Sevina's mandibles flared with delight. “A gentleman and a charmer. My boring and dreary night just took a turn for the better." Her hand was stroking up and down his leg and he saw the conflicting emotions on her face for several seconds before she shook her head. “Spirits, fuck it."

She gently took him by the chin and leaned over to kiss him. His blood ran hot, and he met the kiss - his first kiss - as readily as he could, their mismatched mouths working together to find the right fit. After several seconds, they pulled away, both of their breathing now reaching new heights. Her green eyes were alight with hunger.

“You said you would help me with…whatever I required, yes?" she purred, rubbing one hand in circles along his clothed chest while the other hand rested on his leg.

He gulped, but eagerly nodded. “I- I did."

“You said you'd help…ease the burden that comes with such…stressful work?"

His head again bobbed up and down.

“Mmm. Good."

Travis' breath hitched in his throat as the turian dignitary placed her hand on his inner thigh. He looked over at her face and saw that she was smiling and her mandibles twitching with delight, her green eyes gleaming with mischievous intent. He could not believe that this was happening, and to a lowly intern like himself, of all people. This was the god-damned primarch of the turian homeworld, for god's sake! And he barely had any experience with the opposite sex. What could this…remarkable woman see in him?!

“Are you nervous?" Sevina asked him. Her voice was seductive, but he detected genuine concern there as well. If he didn't know any better, it sounded like there may have been a hint of nervousness in her voice as well, though he was probably just imagining things.

He cleared his throat, realizing that any attempt to act nonchalant let alone suave would backfire on him entirely, so he decided to just be honest. “A little bit, y- ya," he replied, rubbing the back of his neck. Despite this, he could feel a familiar twitching in his pants, and those pants were growing tighter by the moment.

“Don't be, cutey," she purred, leaning over and nipping at his collarbone, causing him to shiver and sigh. “I've been wanting you ever since I saw you defend my honor in that club. The moment you did that, I knew you were the one I was looking for."

She kept running her talons smoothly up and down his inner thigh, inching closer to his pant-covered cock that was currently tenting. “B- but I am young and…just an intern. D- don't you want someone else?" he stifled out a half-hearted protest. A part of him still thought this was some kind of prank she was pulling on him, as if there was no possible way such an important woman in the turian hierarchy would take an interest in him.

She stopped giving him the turian version of a hickey to pull back briefly. “Mmm, I don't want someone else. I want you. That you're young and an intern only makes me want you more."

Before he could utter another word, Sevina began unlacing his pants while he watched her, dazzled. With his pants untied, she inclined him to lift his butt so she could shimmy his pants down his legs. He marveled at how eager she was; at this point, the mask had slipped completely and Sevina proved that she wasn't just trying to butter him up - she genuinely did want him.

When he was down to his boxers, where his erection formed a clear tent, she wasted no more time. She reached her talons underneath the waistband of his boxers and took hold of his hard member, causing him to shiver when her three fingers of one hand made contact with his virgin manhood, gently drawing it out into the open. Sevina purred in her throat when his manhood was out in front of her, pulsing and throbbing with his heartbeat.

Travis, who'd been closing his eyes up to this point for fear that she might laugh at him or show some kind of revulsion or disappointment at his average size, opened his eyes when he realized that she did not seem to display either reaction. On the contrary, the turian primarch was staring at his meat like it was the most godly object she'd ever seen, her eyes wide, her breath shaky with anticipation, and her talons stroking up and down his inner thighs as if she couldn't wait to get her hands on it again.

Sevina was silent for several moments before she lowered her hand to his manhood, purring as she rubbed it against her scaly cheek. “Spirits. It's beautiful. My first human…" she gasped in disbelief. Her beautiful cat-like eyes looked up at him hungrily, her fingers gently stroking his virgin cock, taking great care not to injure him with her talons. “I'm going to take it into my mouth. Do you mind, cutey?"

Travis was bewildered. She made this request of him as if she was asking him if he could tell her the time. His excitement was through the room at this point, and it blew his mind that she acted as though he was doing her a favor. He would be out of his mind to refuse her. He eagerly nodded his head.

She smiled at him, and with his consent given, it was like a feeding frenzy was beginning. Sevina took a gentle yet firm hold of his cock at its base and ravenously devoured his cock, sliding it into her mouth and swallowing nearly his entire length in one downward plunge. The human intern's eyes rolled into his head as he felt his length encased in a wetness and warmth he'd never felt before in his life.

It was not something Travis was prepared for, to be getting his first blowjob, and from a lovely female turian, no less. He had difficulty comprehending how he'd so quickly gone from having no sexual experience aside from masturbation, nor any viable chance of experience with the opposite sex, to now having this intriguing woman so eagerly going down on him. Her green eyes looked up at him while she held his cock in her mouth, her mandibles twitching with lascivious glee as she winked at him.

With that, she eagerly began to suck him, bobbing her head in his lap. He watched the top of her fringe rise and fall as her tongue swirled around his glans and his smooth shaft slipped in and out of her mouth and tickled the back of her throat. Travis moaned with pleasure and disbelief, clutching onto the seat cushion of the skycar beneath him as the horny turian primarch fellated him with gusto. The gentle hum of the skycar and the neon glow of the Citadel Wards outside the window was forgotten to him; all of his attention was focused on the building pleasure in his loins, and the wet sucking sounds from his older lover whose head bobbed in his lap.

What aroused the eighteen year old human intern the most, however, was the effect that giving fellatio seemed to be having on the turian woman. He almost couldn't believe it when he looked down at her, but as she sucked him, she had closed her eyes and almost seemed to be lost in her own little world of ecstasy. Her mouth was tireless, swallowing his human cock up to his balls over and over again, providing just the right amount of suction and being ever careful not to harm his tender maleness with her sharp teeth. And as she fellated him, she was making enraptured “mmm" sounds, humming and purring in her throat as her head bobbed up and down. Though Travis did not have any prior experience to base this on, he could somehow tell that Sevina was genuinely in a state of bliss from sucking him. And he had no idea why. Was it because she was very eager to have her first experience with a human? A virgin? Perhaps both?

The idea that he could somehow inspire this level of sexual fervor in anyone was…intoxicating, especially since he felt like the lucky one in this arrangement in that moment.

After sucking him for some time, Sevina drew his length out of her mouth with a pop. She gave a few final flicks of her long tongue against his cock, causing him to shudder with pleasure. The turian woman gave one last kiss to it before she pulled away, winking at him. She stood up onto her feet and he watched with bated breath as she hiked up her dress, and he could see underneath and realized that she was wearing the turian equivalent of stockings, and silk panties.

Taking in her lovely body, Travis was enraptured. To some humans, especially the more prejudiced ones, turian bodies might be too alien to be considered attractive. The lack of humanoid breasts on turian females would be one such abnormality. But Travis did not find himself bothered in the least. Her tall, lean, sharp-edged body was sexy in its own way, especially her beautiful green eyes. That, and a new part of herself that she was presenting to him unashamedly.

The turian primarch widened her stance and reached down with two talons to pull her panties off to the side, exposing her blue turian sex to him, dripping wet with arousal. His cock, slick with her saliva, was throbbing at full mast by now upon him seeing his first ever pussy - one that belonged to the highest level politician in the turian government.

“Like what you see, handsome?" she purred. He eagerly nodded and she smiled. She sat herself down atop him in the skycar's soft cushions, straddling him as she put her hands on his shoulders.

Travis watched with bated breath as the gorgeous turian woman stroked him to a full erection. She squatted her slender body atop him, rubbing his precum-oozing cockhead up and down against her blue pussylips. She slid herself back and forth across his member, lubricating him with her juices. She looked up at his face.

“You're a virgin, aren't you, Travis?" she asked.

Travis sheepishly blushed as she waited patiently for an answer. Finally, he nodded. “Is…is that a problem? I'm…sorry. If you want someone with more experience, I can…"

“Do not apologize. On the contrary, you are exactly what I am looking for." She gave a wry smirk.

Travis gulped. He may have been a virgin, but he knew enough about sex to be aware of some of the finer details. “D- do you want me to…?"

She shook her spiked head. “I do not want or need foreplay right now, but thank you for offering, cutey. Sucking you was a delight in itself. All I need right now, is that virgin human cock of yours inside me."

With her panties pulled off to the side, she positioned her tight blue pussy right above his plump erection, preparing to slide herself down onto it. Sevina put her taloned hands onto his chest to settle herself for the first plunge.

“I cannot wait to have you inside me any longer. Are you ready to lose your virginity to a turian?"

Travis couldn't believe this was happening, but there was no way he was about to stop it now. He was tired of being teased by his peers about being too bookish, and still being a single virgin. He wasn't about to let his nerves stop him now. He had a frankly (in his opinion) beautiful older turian woman - and a prominent one at that - ready and eager to snatch his virginity away, and he would be a fool to refuse. He eagerly nodded his head without a word.

She smiled, holding his steel hard cock up. She settled the plump pink head against her tight blue sex hole, and she sank down with a resonant moan. His cockhead would not enter at first, his girth having trouble pushing past her tightness, but she was insistent, and soon enough his cock pushed past her lips and entered her silky, vice-like turian cunt. They both clutched at each other for leverage, gasping as her tightness gripped him.

“So l- long…it's been so long," she gasped, shivering against him. “I need a moment, honey."

Travis held on for dear life as he experienced the most exquisite tightness, wetness and warmth. He never imagined it would feel like this, especially since he'd always viewed sex as some sort of intangible fantasy that he could only dream about but would never be able to obtain himself. Never in a million years did he think he would not only experience it, but with a gorgeous turian woman with a massive amount of political power. Surely she could have anyone she wanted, at least among her own species, but she'd picked him. A part of his lust-addled mind knew that she may just be using him for her own pleasure, like her own personal boy toy, but in that moment he couldn't bring himself to care.

After holding herself above him for a few moments to compose herself, she slowly sank down his length, covering it in her juices as she fully sheathed him inside her. Sevina threw her head back, raking her own talons across her head to the top of her fringe like a human woman might run her own hands through her hair. Travis meanwhile was using every bit of willpower he had to keep himself from cumming, but it was an intense struggle considering how tightly she was gripping his member. Her lithe body with all its seductive curves and edges was perched atop him, the neon glow of the Citadel nightlife outside the skycar dancing across her body as he watched and waited for her to start moving.

She winked at him and began to ride him in earnest. She slid her blue pussy up his length until nothing but the sensitive head of his cock was trapped inside her tight hole, and then she slid back down with a pant and a gasp. He moaned along with her, his hands grasping at her hardened legs, knowing that it wouldn't cause her more durable body discomfort, or so he hoped.

When he'd regained his senses somewhat, he began to meet her downward thrusts with upward thrusts of his own. This seemed to delight the horny turian primarch, her green eyes filled with lust and a hint of approval as she rode him faster, her rough hips slapping against his inner thighs, challenging him to keep up and follow along with her motions. Her faster pace, however, was sending sparks of pleasure through his loins, and he chewed his lip and scrunched up his face, trying to imagine non-sexual thoughts to stave off a premature virginal climax.

Her eyes widened and she spasmed atop him, causing Travis to groan as her pussy suddenly grew slightly tighter around him. “S- Spirits! Those faces you're making. Fucking adorable. Keep making them, human!"

He had no idea what faces he was making at the moment, but he had to imagine if he could see himself in a mirror right about now, he would be making quite funny expressions. For whatever reason though, she seemed to like whatever faces he was making, probably because they were indicative of how much pleasure he was currently feeling. Not that he could control them anyway; they were practically involuntary. His face scrunched up nonetheless, as the turian diplomat increased her pace as her breathing kicked into overdrive.

Sevina rode him even faster, bouncing her slender body up and down in his lap with a clapping sound every time her hard hips smacked his thighs. She'd likely bruise his inner thighs at this rate, but he was beyond caring. Her tight blue pussy was exquisite, and it was milking his cock and stimulating every nerve ending along his member in a sensation he'd never felt before. Masturbation was wholly inferior and would never be able to compare to this.

“I'm cumming. F- fuck, Spirits, I'm cumming!" she swore, riding him even faster, harder. Finally, she slammed her hips down one last time and Travis' eyes bugged out of his head as she gripped his fleshy pole so tightly it was nearly painful. A moment later, silvery fluid streaked out of her cunt and bathed his lap as she obtained a wet orgasm. He felt nothing but warm fluid covering his cock and surrounding his loins, her talons scratching his chest as she clenched down amid her climax.

The ease and speed at which she'd obtained her orgasm surprised him. He was the virgin here - wasn't he the one who was supposed to have no staying power for his first round of intercourse? Was she that aroused and that eager to fuck him that she got herself off on his cock that quickly? Still, whatever the reason his confidence and sense of self-worth skyrocketed from having this incredibly turian woman climaxing atop his cock. His cock! He couldn't believe his luck. If someone had told him this morning that this was how his day would end, he would not have believed them.

She shivered and spasmed against him, clutching her talons to his back as she rode out her climax, using his cock as her pleasure tool to draw out her release. Inside her, his human cock throbbed in the tight grip of her inner blue walls, snugly massaging and milking him. These sensations were becoming too much for him as well, and he knew his own climax was only moments away.

Sevina rolled her hips back and forth, sliding her wet sheath along his cock back and forth, up and down several times. “H- how long has it b- been since you jerked off, Travis?" she panted out the question.

Travis was going out of his mind with pleasure that he almost didn't hear her at first. It was getting harder to think with her silken, vice-like turian cunt gripping him and rippling along his length. “A c- couple weeks," he gasped out in response.

Sevina cooed with delight from his answer, taking him by the chin with two of her talons and pulled him in for a deep kiss. Her tongue darted into his mouth as their mismatched mouths heatedly couples as their tongues danced, moaning into the kiss. When she pulled away, her green eyes were alight with passion.

“Good," she panted. “So much youthful human semen saved up for me." She reached down and tenderly tickled his balls, feeling them pulse. “Don't hold back, baby. Drain all your virgin spunk into my slutty turian cunt. Do it!"

She began to bounce in his lap even faster, harder, intent on driving him to his own explosive climax. He gripped her sinuous legs, holding on for dear life as her incredibly tight cunt was milking his no-longer-virgin cock like a pump, squeezing him tightly in a soft vice-like grip. He could only last so long when subjected to such pleasant sensations, and her tight pussy brought him to his limits a few moments later. As he climaxed, she leaned forward and gave him a love bite on his shoulder, but he was too deep in the throes of ecstasy to notice.

He leaned his head forward and moaned into her chest as she ran her talons through his brown hair, hugging him to her. Inside her pussy, his cock pulsed and jerked, a frothy rope of pent-up virginal semen rushing up his shaft and splattering against her cervix. Her green eyes rolled back into her head and her moans joined his as she felt her innermost place being thoroughly inseminated by human cum. Their novel interspecies coitus and the sensation of her being filled up with gush after gush of backed-up youthful cum was enough to trigger another climax in the turian primarch so soon after her prior one, as her juices coated his shaft, intermingling with the almost endless reserves of semen pumping inside her.

Travis was on cloud nine as he felt the most intense orgasm he'd ever experienced in his young life. His lack of masturbation over the past couple weeks ensured that he had a plentiful amount of cum to give his gorgeous turian lover, as rope after rope of his essence pulsed and pumped inside her and drenched her inner walls. It was intense, and seemingly endless pleasure as her lithe body danced up and down atop him, her right walks squeezing and relaxing, squeezing and relaxing over and over again, milking him of all he was worth.

After a long shared climax between human and turian, she fell atop him, gasping for air. By now, they had fogged up the window of the skycar, and it had also eluded them that said skycar had reached her penthouse, probably a long time ago without them realizing it.

She leaned forward in his lap and kissed him passionately again, which he met with enthusiasm. She pulled away, smiling, and he smiled back.

She leaned over suddenly to check his shoulder where she'd bit him, relaxing when she saw that she'd not injured him. “Gosh, sorry if I was a bit...intense there, for your first time. I've perhaps been…"

“Horny?" Travis asked with a grin.

She flicked his nose. “Pent-up." She ran a talon along his chest playfully as she fell into deep thought. “I will admit, I have also harbored...fantasies about having a human."

“Well I'm...honored to have been your first human."

“Considering where your cock is right now, I'm sure you are," she joked. “I'm happy you were my first too. Thank you for indulging a turian lady's needs. You're a good intern."

“I'm happy to be of service," he said with a grin, feeling a surge of confidence from having lost his cherry to this gorgeous turian. He then looked off to the side, remembering something. “Speaking of which, Sevina, can I ask if...Ambassador Goyle asked me to meet you knowing this would happen."

Sevina tapped her chin, frowning. “Your ambassador is a perceptive woman, or very well informed. To be very clear, I did not put her up to this. But she likely knew this might happen when she asked you to meet me. Truthfully, I just wanted you the moment you stood up for me. The fact that Goyle sent you to me just made it easier."

He nodded, realizing that Ambassador Goyle was much cleverer than he thought, and was clearly not above playing fast and loose with accepted political protocol to gain an edge. “She said that you have been...difficult."

“My government has been difficult, young Travis. I am ultimately at the mercy of whatever they decide. If I had my way, I'd be making bigger strides to build a bridge with the Alliance. Besides, some of your government's demands have been unrealistic."

Travis shrugged. “I'm still new, and I am only privy to so much. But I tend to think the Alliance is moving too quickly."

Sevina smiled. “You'll learn quickly, Travis. You're a smart young man. If you and I could make more decisions, perhaps relations between our people would look a lot different. Perhaps we will be able to bring about some change though. Anything is possible."

He smiled and nodded. After several moments, Sevina sighed and lifted herself off of his lap to move her legs again, his wilting cock slipping from her sperm-soaked depths, her blue cunt dripping out white human seed. “Goodness, you filled me, human."

He blushed and rubbed the back of his neck. “Sorry, but you did want it."

She grinned happily. “That I did. And I want more, my sexy little intern. So how about I show you my penthouse?"

She gathered up her things, pulled her dress down and opened up the skycar door. Travis had also tucked himself back into his pants and stepped out. From this terrace, he could see the entire Citadel from this vantage point, and his breath was taken aback by the sight.

“You going to gawk at the view, or can I give you something else to gawk at?" she said with a grin.

He shook his head and followed her in as she opened the door for him. Her apartment condo was pretty impressive, to say the least. He could fit his own apartment probably three times over and still have space left. The living room was wide and lavish, a TV the size of his bed adorned on the opposite wall. Behind the couch he could see the kitchen and an island, granite countertop littered with datapads and random knick knacks he couldn't quite identify. The place was huge. Granted, he lived in what some cultures would call a closet, so that didn't mean much. The lights were off but the neon colors from the night bled in through the window blinds, just as they had in the skycar. The room was shrouded, only visible in blue and red beams.

He heard the door shut behind him, and turned to see her let out a heavy and exaggerated sigh. “Mind the mess. I haven't been home much because of work." She flipped the maybe two dozen locks on the door and glided past him to a door next to the kitchen, flicking the light on inside. “I'm just going to freshen up," she said. He heard a sink turn on and running water.

He brushed his hand through his hair. “We're lucky we didn't go to my place, then. You'd have to watch your step, unless you want leftover Chinese stuck on your foot."

“What?" she shouted from the bathroom, the sounds of something splashing in water coming from behind the half open door.

“Chinese food. It's a thing we humans call food that's from China. Well, it's not actually Chinese…you maybe don't know what China is either…"

He heard the door close, and looked up to see her drying herself with a towel. Her dress was still on, but he could already imagine what was underneath. She still had the same facial expression from the car. The same sultry expression and intentions.

“We'll go to your place next time."

He balks. “N-next time?"

“Yes. Are you hungry? I gave you quite a workout," she tossed the towel onto the couch.

“N- no, I'm fine," he said, rubbing his hands together. He suddenly remembered where he was, not wanting to be too presumptuous or eager. For all he knew, the tryst in the skycar might have been a one-time deal, and she might not have wanted him to stay much longer. “Thanks for letting me crash, again. I'm sorry for imposing like this."

She cocked her head at him with a wry smirk with her hands on her slender hips. “Travis, you've not imposed in the slightest." His pants feel tight again, and he gulps. A cup of water was in her hands, and she stood before him, offering it.

“Drink. You must be thirsty."

He heartily accepted it and said “thank you" before drinking the whole cup down, trying not to stare at the very, very high cut silk she had on. One single breeze and he'd be apologizing til morning. He gasped as he pulled the cup away, only now realizing how dry his throat had been, from the workout earlier, and from the nerves he still has from where he currently was and who he was with. It would probably take him days to process this night.

Sevina took the cup, and he widened his eyes when she simply threw it behind her with a loud crack as it hit the ground. The turian woman gently pushed at his chest, directing him backward into a room behind them, presumably the bedroom. She never stopped staring at him.

Despite the water, his lips felt dry. “H-Hi."

“Is there anything else you would like?"

He shook his head as fast as he can. “No! No, I'm okay. Thank you, really—"

“Good," she growled. “I can finally take this off then." She stepped back slightly as she hunched and reached for her thighs.

Travis had seen many sights in his life, a few that had rendered him speechless and ensured he would never forget as long as he lived. His young, eighteen year life had been rife with many a drunken brawl, one naked woman that had left him scarred for life, and the heartache of seeing his family wave him off one last time.

Seeing this turian woman, who is likely a decade his senior, reach down and tug off her underwear before tossing it aside like it was nothing, was the only time he'd ever felt like his brain was melting.

“Spirits," her voice vibrated. She stretches her whole body up, balancing on the tips of her toes before shaking herself. “You don't know how much I hate those things."

“Uh…"

“Oh, I'm sorry. One sec."

Before he could even say anything, she grabbed at her dress by the waist and tore it off over her head.

Even in this dark, Travis could see she was completely naked. Her body, with all its spiking curves and slender form, was perfect. She reclined back onto her plush, lavish bed, her eyes fixed on him the whole time.

Travis was utterly transfixed and gaping like a fish as Sevina spread her outstretched legs open into a full split. This pose was so vulnerable and lewd, and it left nothing to the imagination. From here, her body looked so sharp, so tough, but also so soft in all the right places. His heart beat in his young chest as she reached down two talons and spread open her blue pussylips, exposing her inner blueness to him. She's cleaned herself off the seed that he'd spilled inside her during their first round of sex, ready and eager for more of him. His doubts about her not wanting to continue with him were clearly unwarranted.

Her green gaze looked up at him past her spread legs like a predator. She crooked a finger at him in come hither motion, and her commanding and hungry gaze urged him to comply. He knew there was no refusing her, and despite his nervousness, deep down he didn't want to either.

He gulped, removing his suit, his pants and his underwear, getting onto the bed and settling himself down between her legs. His erect cock was dripping out dollops of precum, a fact that seemed to delight her. She kept her legs spread open in that full split while he scooted up between her slender thighs, his cockhead gliding up against her slit, causing her to moan serenely.

“Goodness, you are handsome. I've only ever seen a naked human in the vids, and here I have a handsome young one here in my bedroom with me." She patted her inner thighs, her legs twitching with eagerness. “I'm ready for you to fuck me again, my young human stud," she purred.

Travis eagerly nodded, stroking his cock, still slick with her juices. He pressed his fleshy helmet right up against her wet blue pussy, marveling again at how super tight his alien lover was, and how his cock would not even enter her body on a first push. He made incremental thrusts, opening her tight sex hole up a centimeter at a time. She cooed and shivered as she continued to hold herself open in a lewd split as he began to penetrate her, his human cock drilling down into her tight turian sex.

“Am I nice and tight for you, baby?" Sevina whispered.

Travis could only nod, with what he could only imagine was a dopey expression on his face. He couldn't imagine a tighter woman, even with the sex they'd had earlier. He didn't know if it had anything to do with turian female anatomy, or the fact she had been very out of practice. Either way, he was in a state of rapture as he pushed inside her for the second time that night.

When he'd buried himself inside her all the way up to her cervix, he held himself there, feeling Sevina's long legs wrap themselves around his back, holding him in place. She snagged his mouth with hers in a deep kiss, thrusting her tongue into his mouth with a delighted “mmm". As they kissed, he started moving, drawing his length out until nothing but the head remained inside her tight blue tunnel, before he pushed himself back in again. She made pleasured vibrations in her throat amid their heated kiss, and he was hell-bent on drawing more pleasured sounds from Palaven's leader.

He may have had only one experience with intercourse, but it was enough to spur him out, dripping her strong bum as he pounded into her soft blue insides. His motions were uneven at times, given his inexperience, but whatever he was doing was more than enough for Sevina. He upped his pace, putting his youthful vigor and surge of confident energy to good use. He leaned forward into her to deepen the penetration even more as he pounded his fleshy pole in and out of her, her juices liberally coating his length and causing a wet slapping sound with every thrust.

“Spirits, fuck, yes! Faster, harder!" she moaned, burying her head into his shoulder. “Such a vigorous human! You're about to m- make me cum a- again!"

A few moments later, she shrieked her pleasure as her tight pussy clenched down onto him like a silken vice. God, she was sensitive and didn't take much to unravel. Making the primarch climax on his recently devirginized cock was the biggest confidence boost of his entire eighteen year life thus far.

Some time later, he groaned as he filled her with another considerable load, his milky semen surging up his length and spurting against her cervix. While such a thing was biologically impossible in terms of conception, it overwhelmed his lust-filled mind to know that at least some of his rich essence was spilling past her cervix and into her turian babymaking womb.

Somehow, against all possibility, his cock was still hard after that. This beautiful turian woman was a living aphrodisiac for him. He bent her legs back toward her ears as he began to pound her in a lewd mating press, her legs bouncing front of her head as he fucked her, their moans echoing through the bedroom while the neon glow from outside the windows danced across their coupling bodies.

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Travis had the longest sleep of his life, dozing off well into the following day. As his eyes slid open, he looked next to him and saw the tall turian woman snuggling up against him, reminding him that the prior night had not just been a wild dream of his. She had a blissful smile on her face, and he smiled likewise at her blissful sleeping expression, especially knowing that he had been the one to cause it.

He slipped his naked body out of bed so as not to disturb her, tiptoeing to her master bathroom. He needed a shower, and he hoped she would not mind if he used hers. Slipping into the large shower, he turned the water on, sighing with bliss as the hot water relaxed him. He spent a good ten minutes under the water, thinking about the past night's events over and over again, only idly soaping himself off as he did.

“Hey cutey. Want some company?"

Travis jumped when he heard her voice, his immediate instinct being to cover up his nude body while being caught in the shower. He realized a moment later how ridiculous that was given the amount of intimacy he'd already shared with this Turian woman. And the thought of sharing a shower with already starting to get him erect once again.

He nodded eagerly with a smile. She grinned and shrugged off her robe, baring her naked body as she stepped into the shower. Sevina seductively looked over her shoulder at him as she deliberately kept her rear pointed to him as the robe slipped down her slender body before pooling at her feet. She sauntered her way over to him in the shower as warm water poured down on both of them, her emerald green eyes fixed intently on him as she approached.

He looked up at her slightly given their height difference, gulping with not apprehension but anticipation this time, as this older turian woman who'd taken his virginity confidently stood before him nude. She smiled and leaned her head down to his level, snatching his lips with her mouth, her tongue thrusting into his mouth and exploring the inside of it. He let out only the briefest muffled sounds of surprise before he closed his eyes and met her in the passionate kiss, his tongue dancing with her longer one while her talons ran through his wet hair.

She pulled away and nipped him on the nose, smiled at him. “Just so you know, cutey, I'm feeling a lot better this morning thanks to you."

Travis blushed, rubbing the back of his neck as the water continued to rain down on them. “What can I say? I'm very...dedicated," he said, rubbing the back of his neck with a small smile.

She tweaked his chin. Looking seductively over her shoulder, she spun her slender body around, leaned forward and braced her hands against the shower wall. “Why don't you show me some more of that dedication, hmm?" She reached her talons down and opened her sex up to his eager gaze, readying herself to be filled by him.

The human young man was amazed at how quickly this turian seductress could leave him lost for words. Still, he was growing used to her candidness and was becoming more adept at responding to it.

“Maybe if you ask the intern nicely, Primarch…" he whispered into her ear as he settled himself behind her, placing his hand on the soft part of her bum, rubbing his erect tool up against her sex.

She shook her curvy bum at him, looking over her shoulder and looking back at him like a slutty schoolgirl. “Please…won't you fill me up with some wonderful human cock before I start the day, my sweet intern?" she purred.

He grinned back at her, deliberately swiping his cockhead against the lips of her labia back and forth and rubbing it against her blue clit. He wrapped his hands around her hourglass waist as he positioned his fleshy member against her hole. “I suppose I can…" he gave a grunt and a great shove, punching his cock into her tight, wet tunnel as it swallowed him whole, “do that," he answered through clenched teeth, her tightness filling him with pleasure again.

He pounded his taller alien lover against the wall of the shower roughly, while she moaned to her heart's content, bringing them both off to another climax. Luckily, the shower water was there to rinse away their combined juices, his thick seed leaking from her blue sex hole yet again and being sucked down into the drain beneath them.

They had both dressed for the day's events, but it did not take long for Sevina to coax him out of his pants again, opening his fly to free his cock out. The turian primarch had a datapad in one hand and was reading something, while she bounced up and down in her human boy toy's lap in the chair of her desk, letting out soft moans as his cock pumped in and out of her while she tried to multitask and work at the same time.

Her comm device suddenly lit up with an incoming call. Sevina opened her eyes and looked down at it. “I- it's Ambassador Goyle," she gasped. Travis' eyes widened from the realization that his boss was trying to reach his new turian lover. The comm device continued to ring.

“S- should we answer it?" Travis asked, trying to keep his cool as Sevina's bouncing atop his cock had slowed, but not stopped.

She tapped her chin and then shook her head. “We can call her back later, and I'll be sure to let her know what an…amazing intern she has. We have more important business right now, don't we?" she purred, looking over her shoulder at Travis and winking at him.

Travis grinned, agreeing that he was right where he needed to be at that moment.