{"sf1_id":482361,"sf2_id":"3egg0DMe","title":"Commander Shepard, Alliance Navy CH. 1: Xenophilia","author":"AllianceCommand","words":1833,"posted_at":"2013-01-04T01:46:00.000Z","tags":["Drunk","Female Turian","Human","John Shepard","M/F","Male Human","MaleShepard","Mass Effect","Party","Sex","Turian","Xenohile","bar","xenophilia"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/482361-commander-shepard-alliance-navy-ch-1-xenophilia","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/3egg0DMe","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/86/22/86226d84-3ac9-4a93-9277-ad10890f05c1","description":"\"I'm not special. I'm just a regular grunt who got lucky. I don't know tech or biotics. I don't know how to hack a mech or levitate an object. I know guns. And women. Human or otherwise.\"\nShorts from the life of John Shepard. Not in chronological order.","content":" **:**\n\n**8**\n\n**8**\n\n**8**\n\n**:**\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nJohn slowly stirred awake, groggily opening his eyes. His vision was greeted with a bright light that burned his eyes. The feeling was... rude, to say the least. His head felt like it was about to split open.\n\n' **Hangover, most likely.'**\n\nMemories gradually came back to John. He began to piece the fragments together, trying to from something comprehensive, to try and make sense of the previous night.\n\nHe remembered carrying luggage, a hotel. His parents were with him.\n\n' **I'm on vacation, but where?'**\n\nHis dad was assigned here. He and his squad. Something about training maneuvers with the turian military. Mom saw it as a vacation. She insisted they all go.\n\nJohn rolled onto his side, the bed's nightstand greeting him. Sitting on top of the nightstand were two nearly empty bottles of liquor, one levo, one dextro. The two bottles mocked him, knowing full well they were responsible for his current sorry, state.\n\n' **Fuck you, alcohol.'**\n\nJohn felt something stir next to him. A feminine groan shattered the silence. John smiled to himself.\n\n' **At least I brought someone home with me.'**\n\nThe girl rolled over as John had, giving a pleasant hum when she noticed John was still in bed with her.\n\nJohn felt warmth wash over him, as his bedfellow embraced him from behind. She nuzzled her face into the back of his neck, lightly kissing it.\n\n' **What was her name?** _ **Telera** _ **, was it?'**\n\nJohn groaned as a three-fingered hand reached over and wrap around his organ. She giggled as he throbbed in her hand.\n\n\"Aroused already, I see.\" She noted, happily surprised.\n\nJohn managed a small smile despite the hangover.\n\n\"What can I say?\" John mumbled, \"It's the morning; time for the rooster to wake up.\"\n\nThe events of the night before finally began to come back to him. Fragments, mostly, but he could make out the important parts.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n8\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n_The bar was busy. People were drinking, laughing, partying. The place even had drinks for \"Levos\" such as John._\n\n_The place was also easier on the age restrictions. Turians joined the military at the age of 15, so that was what the turians used as a cut-off. John himself was 18, so he was alright by their standards._\n\n_His mom and dad were somewhere. John didn't know, nor did he care. He was too busy having fun. The music pulsed through him, through everyone. Limbs flailed as people writhed to the beat of the music._\n\n_After a failed attempt to woo an asari, John found himself at the bar, drowning his sorrows._\n\n_Two strong drinks (possibly ryncol) and a lovely (not really) chat with an angry krogan later, John was about ready to head home._\n\n_That's when he heard it, the sexiest voice that had ever greeted his ears._\n\n\"_What's a cutie like you doing in a place like this?\"_\n\n_The cheesiest line in the book, but John let it slide. Anyone who sounds as sexy as that can say anything they want._\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n8\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nJohn couldn't remember the rest of the conversation. It must have gone well. After all, he woke up in bed with her.\n\nLuckily, John was still able to remember the main event.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n8\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n_They were on his bed, in the hotel room. She was on his lap, her back to his chest._\n\n_John had one hand buried between her legs, two fingers probing her wet lips. She writhed against him, moaning quietly as he nuzzled her neck, kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin._\n\n_She let out a squeak as John's fingers brushed against her sensitive core._\n\n\"_Spirits,_ _ **deeper** __!\"_\n\n_John smirked as she reached down to grasp his arm, trying to push him deeper inside._\n\n_Being the gentleman that he was, John obliged._\n\n_She threw her head back, moaning towards the ceiling._\n\n_John continued to feel her, really feel her. She was soft as velvet._\n\n_He brushed the spot again._\n\n_She bucked against him, giving a pleasant hum._\n\n_He touched it again._\n\n_A loud moan escaped her lips._\n\n_Again._\n\n_This time, she came. The noises she made were music to John's ears. Her juices dripped down from between her legs, coating John's fingers and spilling onto the bed._\n\n_Her body went slack in his arms, giving off a cute, little sigh. John continued to kiss her neck._\n\n_Panting from exhaustion, she finally spoke._\n\n\"_I... didn't know... you could... do that... with your hands...\" Each phrase punctuated by a breath._\n\n_John chuckled and withdrew from her moist depths, drawing a disappointed whine from the woman._\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n8\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nJohn was still a bit fuzzy. But he knew more happened. He tried his hardest to pull his memories together, thinking back.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n8\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n_She was sprawled on her back, her legs outstretched, revealing everything to John. John stared at it, mesmerized._\n\n'_ **So similar to human women, yet so different.'** _\n\n_She groaned in half annoyance, half lust. John smirked up at her, flashing his \"charming\" grin._\n\n\"_I don't know if turian guys do this or not, so I need to know if you're okay with this.\" John spoke, his voice low and meaningful._\n\n\"_Whatever you're going to do, just do it already!\" she gasped, her talons clutching the bedsheets._\n\n_John leaned down in between her legs, bringing his mouth up to the turian woman's wet core. His tongue lashed out, taking a long lick of her silk folds. He was met with the taste of sweet honey._\n\n_She opened her mouth, trying to make a noise, but her breath got caught in her throat._\n\n_John took another lick. A high pitched moan left her throat. Feminine. It was one of the most beautiful sounds John had ever heard. Sure, the feeling was great, but_ _ **this** _ _was the reason John loved sex._\n\n_The female orgasm was... hypnotizing, to say the least._\n\n_John was a smart guy. He got good marks in school and was charismatic and likeable. He was even once told he'd make a fine soldier someday. But, ultimately, he was a lover. A hopeless romantic._\n\n_This time, John pushed his tongue passed her wet entrance, pushing inside her. He tasted her, savoring the flavor, letting her pour into his mouth._\n\n_She writhed on the bed, moaning her pleasure. She gripped the sheets tighter, almost tearing them. Her hips bucked as John's tongue worked inside her. His strong hands held her hips down, keeping her in place._\n\n\"_Spirits, more...!\" She barely managed to get out. John complied, working his tongue, stroking her wet, inner wall, reaching up with one hand to play with her sensitive nub._\n\n_She came, load and shameless. An immodest orgasm if there ever was one. She flowed into his mouth and he accepted her eagerly, lapping up her delicious juices._\n\n\"_Spirits...\"_\n\n'_ **Thank god, I'm not affected by dextro fluids.'** _\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n8\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nJohn smiled at the memory. But it wasn't all that happened. There was still one more thing.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n8\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n_John lay on his back, her on top of him, straddling his waist. He was already inside her, filling her completely, stretching her walls._\n\n_She bounced on his lap, taking him to the hilt each time she came back down._\n\n_Both were moaning and groaning, sweaty, and lost to their desires._\n\n_John leaned up to kiss her, embrace her, but she pushed him back down onto the mattress._\n\n_John gave her a confused look. She smiled (or the turian equivalent of a smile) back_\n\n\"_Please, John, you've done your part.\" She said, breathlessly, \"Now, let me take care of you.\"_\n\n_She purred the last sentence, making him throb inside her._\n\n_She definitely felt it, moaning loudly as she rode him into oblivion._\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n8\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nJohn smiled, content with the events that occurred the night before. Telera snuggled up close, fitting into the crook of his arm.\n\n\"You don't have to be someplace, do you?\" She asked, still half asleep.\n\n\"Nah, we're fine.\" John assured her, not bothering to open his eyes. He held his bedfellow, letting the morning sun bathe them in its warmth.\n\nSomeone cleared their throat. A loud, annoyed cough. The noise didn't come from Telera.\n\nJohn's eyes shot open.\n\n' **Oh, Shit'**\n\nJohn shot up into a sitting position on the bed, jolting Telera awake as well. John stared, wide-eyed, at his parents, who were standing at the foot of the bed.\n\n\"What's wrong - Oh!\" Telera sat up next to him, realizing what was wrong.\n\nJohn couldn't read his parent's faces. He couldn't tell if they were angry or not. That's what scared him the most.\n\nHis parent's eyes went from their son to the turian girl next to him. This time, John could see a little amusement in their eyes.\n\nTelera shrunk under their gaze.\n\n\"I should go.\" She said meekly.\n\n\"I think that's best.\" Hannah Shepard responded in an even tone, her cold stare unwavering.\n\nTelera cautiously got out of bed, picking up her scattered clothes up off the hotel room's floor.\n\nSoon, she was dressed and she started for the door, but not before turning to face John one last time.\n\n\"Um... call me!\" She blurted out.\n\nJohn's parents turned to face her, causing her to double-time her way out the door.\n\nThe door closed and John was left, naked, with his parents staring at him.\n\nA minute went by.\n\nThey still stared at him. Their eyes, unreadable.\n\nFive minutes.\n\nJohn couldn't take it anymore.\n\n\"What are you guys doing in my room?\" John asked.\n\nHis dad laughed, loud and heartily. His mom smiled. But their eyes remained blank.\n\n\"That's a good question, John.\" His father said with mock praise. \"You see, what you did wouldn't be a problem with your mother and I had you returned with your friend to **your** room.\"\n\nHis mom took over.\n\n\"But, John, sweetie, the problem here is that you **didn't** go back to your room.\"\n\nThe realization hit John like a sack of bricks.\n\nThis was his **parent's** room.\n\n' **Shit'**\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n8\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nSo there stood John, in only his boxers, outside his parent's hotel room as they discussed what to do with their son.\n\nJohn received a few strange looks from the other inhabitants of the hotel, some of appreciation, others... not so much. He ignored them, for the most part.\n\nHe could hear his parents arguing through the door.\n\n\"_He gets this from you, you know that, right?\"_\n\n\"_Me? Why me?\"_\n\n\"_You know what I mean! When you were a grunt in the Alliance you told me you slept with all those aliens!\"_\n\n\"_But I don't recall fucking any_ _ **turians** _ _when I was his age, Hannah. I believe that was_ _ **your** _ _personal experience.\"_\n\n\"_Dear god, we've created a new 'Captain Kirk', haven't we?\"_\n\nJohn buried his face in his hands.\n\n' **Please, God, kill me now.'**\n\n**:**\n\n**8**\n\n**8**\n\n**8**\n\n**:**\n\n  \n  \n\n","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/482365-commander-shepard-alliance-navy-ch-2-squad-power-usage.json"}