<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>A drink<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/>If she were to be honest with herself, Ashton would admit that she expected a turian’s mandibles to be more of a hindrance than helpful. Something that was sharp and pokey and probably would get in the way of an otherwise enjoyable time. She mentally prepared for sharp edges as his mouth moved in towards her breasts and was pleasantly surprised to instead be greeted by warmth. Heat from his hands, his mouth, not the same cold metal she felt against her forehead when she spent the night drinking too much and praying to the porcelain gods as she emptied the contents of her stomach. Ashton felt her eyebrows raise in pleasured surprise, but little else flickered across her face.<br/><br/><em>Good to know it’s not going to be like fucking a can opener.</em><br/><br/>She spoke too soon. Talons ripped through her clothing without hesitation, and before Ashton could remark about what he had done to a rather comfortable bra, she was being lifted and carried over to the bed against the far wall. She was grinning wide by the time they reached their destination. “You’re going to be fun.”<br/><br/>Trousers next, forceful and demanding without turning her into ribbons. Maybe a more logical person would tell him to tone it back a little but Ashton enjoyed living in the moment. And antagonizing. So when his knuckles began to tease and rub, the woman lifted and rocked her hips to help him along the way. Her abdominals flexed whenever he teased exceptionally well.<br/><br/>She reached out with both hands, curling them against the back of his head to explore those crests a little more thoroughly. As well as to guide his mouth down to the apex of her thighs where he’d be able to take his fill. “I have one rule,” she murmured, her voice softer but no less enthusiastic. “And it’s gluttony.”<br/><br/>Sitting upright with a crunch, Ashton slithered her legs over Luus’ shoulders and watched his face closely. She was a voyeur as well as an exhibitionist. “So if you want more, Luus, just fucking take it.”