<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/V1xeaDa.jpg)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Ashton “Ash” Chase (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.new#new)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">RACE:</span></strong>Human<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">OCCUPATION:</span></strong>Second in Command, Security<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">Date:</span></strong>20th December, 2174 CE | Evening<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>Shown<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Luus’ quarters<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Gluttony<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Luus | CLOSED<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>“Jesus…<em>fucking</em>Christ…” Ashton tipped her head back, chin lifting up in the air even as her hair began to tickle the tops of her shoulders. One hand remained clutching around Luus’ crest -a convenient handle, thank you evolution- while the other gripped the bedding in hopes of controlling her center of gravity. He could wrestle with her legs and her torso all he wanted, she was flexible and willing enough. But completely relinquishing control simply didn’t come easy for the woman. Even when she was antagonizing a turian to do his worst.<br/><br/>“I-I thought… you said you -<em>nngh!</em>-” A pause, a moment of reverent silence to appreciate the skills of that blue tongue. She picked up her thought with one shaky inhale later. “First human… you said I was your first human.”<br/><br/>“Fffuck.” With her eyes falling close Ashton bit at her lower lip and adjusted against the mattress, bringing her legs up just enough to press her feet higher up on Luus’ back. They only seemed to be getting in his way, and she was greedy for more of that -- “Yes!”<br/><br/>Her hips gave a greedy lurch as the turian began to thrust with his tongue, while simultaneously stroking against her clit. The tremble and rock of her hips would test his strength and resolve, just as it tested her own. She couldn’t keep quiet and she wouldn’t keep still. But somehow she didn’t think he’d mind it, just as she didn’t mind the occasional prick and scrape of his talons.<br/><br/>“Keep that up,” she warned, but this time her voice dropped to a lusty whisper that promised him anything his heart desired, “and I’ll be screaming your name. Just like that, Luus… don’t stop!”