Shepard moaned into the kiss, beginning to push her body against Garrus’, who began to trill softly. Her tongue beginning to swirl in his mouth, she pushes him towards the bed, before just tackling him completely, hands beginning to roam and caress. Garrus runs a hand through her cropped red hair, before they both fall to the bed. Shepard grinned, before moaning as Garrus began to thrust into her. Faster and faster, harder and harder. However, Garrus begins to notice how good Shepard tastes. And he is awfully hungry...
Shepard came first. Panting and satisfied, she leans in for another kiss. A wish that Garrus happily provides. However, in her afterglow, she at first fails to notice his mouth opening wider and wider. When she finally begins to pull away, Garrus pushes his maw further down, covering the rest of her face, and gulps hard. Startled, Shepard begins to wriggle fiercely, trying to pull away. Garrus, egged on by her wonderful taste, gulped harder, dragging her shoulders into his still widening maw, and held her arms to the side. By this point Shepard was almost in a panic. Writhing harder than ever, it was almost all Garrus could do to hold her down, and continue his swallowing, reaching to her breasts. Now that her arms were incapacitated, he began to lick her breasts slowly, savoring her taste, before gulping her further, despite her desperate struggle.
Shepard was being forced down a warm, wet, pulsating tunnel. Still fiercely wriggling, she felt the warm tunnel suck past her stomach, onto her hips. Refocusing her wriggling on moving backwards, she pushes as hard as she can. Garrus, in response, gulps harshly, pulling in all of her gained ground and more. With only her knees outside of his mouth now, Garrus leans back, and lets gravity do most of the work. Soon enough her calves disappear, then her ankles, then her feet, and finally her toes disappear into Garrus. He lets out a satisfied sigh, leaning back, and rubbing his hugely distended stomach. She was still wriggling fiercely, and every now and again a hand or foot would bulge out. Caressing his bulging gut, Garrus groans in comfort, before finishing himself off, helped along by his squirming dinner. Immensely satisfied, he falls backwards onto the bed, easily falling asleep to the struggles of his prey.
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