Dignitaries

"Now, now, ladies - those glares are unbecoming of the event. Let me help you out here by... blocking the view, just a bit."

Both Lawson's and Subject Zero's eyebrows shot up as he brought about his massive lower parts, thrusting his thick log between the two like a sword meant to break up a fight. To his surprise, it actually worked - a few seconds passing before, tentatively, Lawson leaned forward to give him an inquisitive lick. Evidently finding his member agreeable, she set to suckling on its side, hand coming up to grasp around the pulsating root, his jewels finally coming free from the constraint of his pants as he shuffled about on the spot.

"Tight as ever, Zero..."

He was not alone. Several dignitaries from various agencies and groups had convened on the Normandy, and the ship's crew had evidently decided to butter them up with no small amount of entertainment. Thankfully, while the vorcha was drunk out of his mind, Oleg had managed to drink in moderation, merely ending up with a buzz that made his current undertaking seem all the more surreal. The Blue Sun pistoned rhytmically into the tattooed biotic, standing in stark contrast to the drunken, feverish twitches of the vorcha behind Lawson. Zero simply moaned and Oleg joined in, her tongue and free hand finally also finding his member, and as he looked down he involuntarily bucked his hips - member sliding between two pairs of plump lips as their skilled fingers set to working over its now slick surface.

Oleg simply shivered from the overwhelming pleasure, hands reflexively coming up to place themselves, gently, on their heads. He thanked whatever higher powers that alcohol actually made him last longer as opposed to shorter, and prayed that the same power would grant him the wisdom to choose his future partner wisely - with both Zero and Lawson having their own distinct charms.

Charms that, presently, were being pounded by filthy aliens, but charms none the less.

"So you're Garrus' girl? He always knew how to pick them..."

Raising his gaze, Oleg mode note that Sidonis moved his hips like a man with all the time in the world, a leisurely pace that had Tali's purplish buttocks occasionally squeeze up against his frame, the quarian whimpering in frustration each time he didn't push all the way in. More memorable though, and perhaps offering an even greater contrast than the vorcha and the mercenary, was Liara's lover - a giant of a yahg who slammed into her with a merciless purpose, his prodigious frame moving less by grace than it did through sheer strength of will and muscle. She approved greatly, voice moaning and whimpering into the air while, conversely, his torso would expand with ragged breath each time he pushed himself down to the very hilt inside the quivering asari.

"Human whores! Yessss! Get along now!"

Oleg so dearly wished that vorcha were less... verbose, but had to admit that the creature did raise an interesting point. Suppressing a grin, he let his hand massage gently along Zero's scalp, his other entangling itself into Lawson's hair as they continued to serve him ever so dutifully. Then, seizing the moment, he tensed up his biceps for the task and, in a flash, withdrew his hips as far as he could.

"Behold, diplomacy!" He proclaimed, as his member came clear, Lawson's and Zero's lips locking in an instant with both their eyes widening as they froze in place, their respective partners immediately stopping their thrusting as if to brace for some potential catastrophe. Time seemed to slow, or stand still, and Oleg just barely had the time to begin wondering if he'd made some gigantic mistake when, almost too soft to be audible, Miranda's voice reached his ear.

It was, unmistakably, a moan. Her eyes widened further, and Zero simply stared at her in a silence that seemed to stretch out time itself. It was only thanks to his cybernetic enhancements that Oleg could notice how, after this small eternity, the powerful biotic's jaw performed the smallest of motions - which immediately drew another, soft moan from Lawson's throat.

"Get along... yesss..."

The vorcha's voice was diminutive, uncertain, but with a small spark of hope to it - something Oleg found his own heart mirroring. Another moment passed, and then, slowly, Zero's eyebrows rose in an almost teasing manner, her head angling ever so slightly to the side - Lawson drawing in a sharp, sudden breath through her nose. Their eyes remained locked as their lips began to move, and before Oleg knew it, almost in the blink of an eye, their tongues were dancing in the open air, throats moaning approval into the room as their partners, enthusiastically, returned to their thrusting.

"Well done ladies! Well done indeed, now if you-" He cut himself short, eyes widening and sweat beading his forehead. Seeing just how busy the two were with each other, it dawned on him that he, perhaps, had just made a fatal mistake. Clearing his throat, Oleg had his glans push inquisitively up against their cheeks, and he immediately felt his stomach drop - as he had feared, they remained unmoved, tongues and lips destined for one another rather than his aching manhood. Gritting his teeth in annoyance, he pushed with more insistence, only to immediately gasp from a mixture of pain and pleasure as their hands, fingers entwined across the top of his log, squeezed him by his root - a warning, clearer and honestly more threatening than he'd ever experienced one.

"Time to bear more offspring, Doctor T'Soni..."

The yahg's voice was a mercy. Even if he'd firmly shut the door here, in the moment, Oleg realized that there was still a room full of ladies to contend with, and one spot, seemingly, about to be open very soon. Seeing the yahg slam into the moaning asari made his member twitch - he was very much looking forward to becoming reacquainted with the good doctor, someone who had been a frequent visitor to various Cerberus bases in the past but, at this juncture, had been missing for quite a while. Seeing her gigantic, blue breasts bounce from her lover's antics, Oleg felt himself smile - oh yes, it seemed it was high time for him to introduce himself again.

... that is, if the two below would actually ease their grip on him.

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Wednesday Wallpaper and 30k Twitter Celebration piece wrapped into one. I struggled quite a lot with the scene load for this one and had to cut a lot of stuff out of it just to make it render, but am fundamentally quite happy with how it turned out anyway. Hope you enjoy it folks, and I reckon we'll see if I reach 40k in the future or the platform goes south :)

I'll see about getting a thank-you post up over on Twitter as well, with a watermark or whatnot, for this evening.

Thank you, as always, for your continued support and for all of your kind words. Project and Scenario work is underway, and the Alley Crew poll for the first animation loop for August is set to land tomorrow Thursday. Scenario meanwhile is scheduled for a Monday release, with this weekend being set aside for some intense work indeed. Hope you're doing well out there folks - we live in crazy times.

Thus, take care of yourselves, and each other!
/DH