The thumping bass of music hummed vibrantly while the ambient lights of Omega pulsed like a heartbeat through the crowded Afterlife club. The former Normandy crew had gathered to celebrate the hard-won peace after the Reaper War. Ashley Williams sat alone at the bar, her cheeks flushed from too many shots of ryncol-laced whiskey. Despite the lively atmosphere, she wasn't in very high spirits compared to her friends and crew-mates. she had stormed off earlier that day after a heated argument with James Vega—her on-again, off-again flame—who accused her of being too guarded, too human-centric in a galaxy full of aliens. Now, amidst the partying atmosphere of strong booze and swirling bodies, she felt the alcohol blurring her edges, making her bold. A tall, muscular figure approached, his voice a low rumble that sounded just like Vega's in her hazy state. She imagined the rumbling voice whispering promises of making up in private.

"Let's go back to my place?" She heard him say through the chaotic noise ringing in her ears. Seduced by the familiar timbre and the heat of his touch, Ashley let him lead her out into the shadowy corridors of the station, her heart racing with anticipation.

They stumbled into a dim, cluttered apartment overlooking the bustling underbelly of Omega. She felt firm hands traversing the smooth curves of her fit body. Ashley, believing it was Vega, surrendered eagerly, her inhibitions shattered by the booze. He pinned her against the wall, his hands were rougher than she remembered but applied just enough pressure to ignite a fire of arousal in her veins. He explored her curves with an alien precision that sent shivers through her body. She gasped as he stripped her off her dress, his mouth trailing fire down her neck, her breasts, teasing her nipples until they ached. She felt herself get lifted off her feet and get plopped down onto the bed. Her vision swam, she could barely make out his silhouette in the dim light of the room.

He lifted her hips, ripping away her panties with a harsh almost animalistic tug. She thought she saw the length of something thick and blue brushing against her wet slit. Submitting fully, she arched into him as he thrust deep, his ridged length filling her in ways that made her cry out, waves of pleasure crashing over her unlike anything she'd ever experienced before. A purring growl resonated pleasantly, causing her to tremble with excitement. In and out he moved, each thrust harder and faster than the last.

"Fuck me!" Ashley cried out with wild abandon. He dominated her rhythm, flipping her onto all fours, spanking her ass lightly as he drove harder, her moans echoing in the room while she begged for more, lost in the vivid ecstasy of his unrelenting pace until she shattered in orgasm after orgasm. 

She gasped sharply as a slick finger unexpectedly pressed against her asshole, circling teasingly before sliding smoothly inside alongside his thick thrusts into her pussy. The dual penetration amplified every sensation tenfold – her pussy stretched exquisitely around him while his finger explored deeper, coaxing shocked cries from her lips. "Yeah! There!" she gasped, pushing back against both intrusions. The finger withdrew only to be replaced by the blunt, ridged head of his cock nudging against her tight entrance. Slowly, he pushed past the resistance, inch by thick inch until he was fully sheathed inside her ass. The stretch was intense, almost painful, yet transformed instantly into overwhelming pleasure as he began to move.

Ashley screamed in rapturous bliss as he pistoned into her ass with deep, powerful strokes. One large hand tangled in her hair, forcing her head down against the mattress while he hammered into her relentlessly. When did Vega learn to fuck like this? Ashley felt utterly conquered, pinned beneath his strength, every nerve ending singing. The roughness, the fullness, the primal growls rumbling from him--it pushed her beyond reason. Her climax built like a supernova, coiling tighter and tighter until it detonated. Wave after wave of ecstasy ripped through her, her body shaking violently beneath him as she screamed herself hoarse. The pleasure was too immense, too consuming that she found herself passing out from exhaustion. 

It was hours later that Ashley awoke, feeling the piercing sting of her hangover causing her to groan. She stirred, her body sore and satiated in a way that lingered deliciously between her thighs, making her want to do nothing but stay in bed…This strange bed. 

“Where am I?” She wondered groggily once she registered the strange room she found herself in. This wasn’t her apartment on Omega nor her quarters on the Normandy…Blinking away the fog, she turned to see her companion's face and nearly flinched out of bed were it not for the headache. “Oh shit!” The face laying on the pillows next to hers wasn’t Vega's rugged human features, but the angular, mandibled visage of a Turian, his plates parted as he softly snored.

Shock hit her like a biotic blast as she looked over their naked states, the realization dawning on her that she’d hadn’t been slept with Vega last night but some random Turian at the Afterlife bar. A Turian…This was her first time sleeping with an alien. After spending most of her adult life distrustful of aliens, she had begun to lower her inhibitions around them but never imagined herself venturing this far outside her comfort-zone. “What the hell did I do?” She wondered quietly, not with displeasure but pure astonishment as the memories came flooding back causing her to blush heatedly.

“Had a wild night…” A rumbling voice answered. The Turian’s eyes opened, a satisfied purr rumbling from his throat. “A damn good one too, Hot Lips. Do you want to go another round?” He asked hungrily as he reached out and caressed her arm. His eyes drank in her silky smooth skin and the taut muscles beneath while beginning to pitch a noticeable tent against the sheets.

Wide-eyed, Ashley bolted upright, grabbing her scattered clothes with trembling hands, her face burning with embarrassment as fragments of the night replayed vividly in her mind. “Can’t I gotta go. Got to get to a mission.” She said as she dressed hastily and fled the apartment. Her boots carried her through the station toward the docked Normandy. She'd never done anything like that before--she'd never had sex that incredible before. She felt both embarrassed and exhilarated in a way she couldn't shake. She didn’t meet Vega’s eyes as she walked past him, but couldn’t avoid the inquisitive gaze of her Commander who met her aboard the elevator.

Commander Jane Shepard leaned against the elevator wall, arms folded, her sharp green eyes trailing Ashley’s rumpled clothes and loose hair. A slow smirk played on her lips. “You look like hell, Williams. Rough night...or the opposite?”

Ashley’s gaze flicked away, trying not to reveal anything suspicious. “Just...had a hard time sleeping,” she mumbled, acutely aware of the lingering ache between her thighs and the faint scent of Turian musk clinging to her skin. Shepard’s knowing chuckle made her tense with unease.

“Bad dreams?” Shepard teased, her voice dropping to a whisper. “Or maybe…Something of the wet kind of dreams?” Her eyes flicked pointedly toward a smear of white on the hem of Ashley's dress. Ashley’s hand flew to cover it, her heart pounding. "Didn't take you for the Turian-type though, I must say." 

“Skipper, I swear,” Ashley stammered, her denial weak, her cheeks flaming crimson.

Shepard pushed off the wall as the doors slid open onto the CIC, her smile widening into something predatory and entirely amused as she watched Ashley remain inside as the doors began to close. “Relax, Lieutenant. Whatever happens on Omega, stays on Omega.” 

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