Mass Effect: The Primarch and the Intern Chapter 2 (Opening Scenes)

Travis sat up with a start as his communicator began ringing in his ear from an incoming call. The human intern ran a hand through his combed brown hair, letting out a sigh as the world flew by outside the window of his skycar in motion. After several rings, he put a finger to his earpiece and answered the call.

“Travis?” the other voice asked, seemingly hearing nothing from Travis but his labored breathing for several moments.

“Oh…Ambassador Goyle. H- how are you?” he gripped the armrests of his skycar seat, his legs shaking.

“Well rested, Travis,” Goyle replied. “And I hope you are as well. How were your days off?”

“Oh, I’m d- doing fine, ambassador.”

“Are you sure? You don’t exactly sound fine,” Goyle said with a laugh. “I do hope my promising new intern didn’t enjoy himself too much this weekend.”

“N- no…of course not.” Travis gasped sharply.

“If you do intend to work today, Travis, I would suggest at least buying some medication on the Presidium for whatever ails you this morning,” Goyle opined. “Changing topics. How did you make out with our mutual friend?”

Between Travis’ legs, a certain female turian dignitary popped Travis’ prick from her mouth. “Hello, Ambassador Goyle.”

“Oh, Primarch Melchorian,” Goyle said, sounding surprised on the other end of the communicator. “I was not expecting to find you here.”

“Well,” Sevina began, her talons gently stroking Travis’ long, hard member, slick with her saliva. “Travis was an absolute gentleman, keeping me company down in the Wards like he did. I felt that picking him up and giving him a ride to the human embassy was the least I could do to repay him.” Sevina winked up at him.

Travis watched with bated breath as the gorgeous alien woman’s green eyes flashed up at him with mischievous intent. Her mouth descended toward his lap again and he watched as her blue tongue lashed out over the head of his cock. His member twitched with mounting arousal as her mouth turned up into a grin. She sucked the first couple inches of his cock into her hungry maw again, even as Travis’ boss was on the other end of a live call.

“Well, I am quite pleased to hear it, Primarch…”

Travis threw his head back as his secret lover - one of the highest members of the turian government - hungrily bobbed her head up and down his turgid shaft, running her talons gently up and down his legs. He gently held the top of her head, his fingers stroking the top of her fringe as she purred in her throat.

“...Travis has a good head on his shoulders.”

Sevina smiled up at him as he reached down and stroked her cheek, causing her to flare her mandibles slightly with glee as she fellated him fervently. “Mmhmm,” she intoned.

“I am not interrupting anything, am I, Primarch?”

Her mouth came up from his cock again, taking a deep breath as she stroked his cock again to keep it up. “Oh no. Just enjoying a…morning snack. Breakfast.” Travis could not help but let out a bemused laugh that he hoped Goyle would not pick up on.

Fuck, this woman would be the death of him, Travis thought.

Sevina gave him a wink before her head descended again, taking his cock back into her mouth. Soft sucking sounds filled the interior of Sevina’s skycar. Her gorgeous, cat-like eyes gazing up at him while she worshiped his cock never failed to make him weak at the knees. A part of him still couldn’t understand how poor Earth trash like him had gotten to the point of having the turian hierarchy’s primary representative enthusiastically fellating his cock on a regular basis these past few days. Even now, he still needed to pinch himself to see if he was dreaming.

“Well, I won’t take up anymore of your time. Enjoy your breakfast, both of you,” Goyle’s voice said from the communicator.

Sevina slipped his cock from her mouth, sucking in a breath. “Oh, I plan to. Thank you, Ambassador Goyle.” She inhaled his cock back into her gullet, her head bobbing once more.

“T- thank you, Ambassador. See you s- soon,” Travis gasped as Sevina’s tongue delicately flicked the sensitive underside of his cockhead. He clicked off the communicator, thankful that he and his older turian lover could indulge themselves for the rest of their ride without having to keep their voices down for the benefit of Travis’ boss any longer.

Travis held onto the seat cushions for dear life as the turian primarch tried to suck his soul out of his body from his cock. His hands went back to her head, his fingers tracing over the softer parts of her head in between her harder plates and her spiky fringe. She purred in her throat from the gesture and her head bobbed even harder, her tongue swirling around his shaft and cockhead as she provided more suction.

The teen human intern could not hold back any longer. Sevina was simply too good at this, and had gotten even better from devouring him many times over the past few days.

“Sevina…I’m about to…” he groaned, warning her.

“Mmhmm,” Sevina purred enthusiastically in her throat, only increasing her efforts to push him over the edge.

Seeing that she wasn’t stopping, Travis only hoped she was the more responsible of the two and had taken the necessary prototype pill for just such an occasion. Such a precaution was needed considering his cum was literally toxic for her, just as ingesting her fluids was for him.

“Oh shit, oh shit,” Travis gasped before he finally popped. “Sevina!”

His cock twitched in her mouth before a rope of cum burst from the tip of his cock, filling her gullet. The older turian woman squealed like a slutty schoolgirl, bobbing her head, gently tickling his balls with her talons and swallowing down rope after sperm-filled rope of his seed. He saw stars as her tight throat and vigorous blue tongue milked him of every drop of cum he was capable of producing.

His orgasm finally came to an end and Travis fell back against the seat cushions with a ragged sigh. He looked tiredly down at Sevina and she smiled up at him like the cat that got the cream. She indeed had, after all. She grinned, tilted her head back, and swallowed his load with a satisfied “ah.”

It was nearly enough to cause new life to surge back into his wilting cock once more.

“It is such a shame that your cum is toxic for dextros. Because you are fucking delicious, stud. I could swallow ten of your loads a day if you would let me.”

Travis rolled his eyes, laughing. “Oh god, please, no. I wouldn’t survive that.”

Sevina laughed, settling into the seat alongside him. “Good way to go though, no?”

Travis nodded. “Oh yeah, the best.” He looked over at his lithe alien lover. She was wearing a more conservative dress today, and he was already imagining himself stripping it off her. “You took the pill?” He asked.

She playfully flicked his nose with a talon. “Of course I took it,” she replied playfully. “I may love the taste of your human seed, but I’m not keen on dying from it.”

Travis smiled. “That’s understandable.” He looked outside the skycar, realizing that they were getting close to the human embassy, much to his disappointment. “Do you think Ambassador Goyle suspects something?”

Sevina shrugged. “I was not exactly subtle, I will admit,” she said with a nervous chuckle, rubbing the back of her neck. “Your boss is a shrewd woman, and I think it’s safe to assume that she suspects something. But I see no reason to worry. You are of age, and what we’re doing is not illegal. It might cause a slight stir if anyone found out, but I’ve handled worse.” Travis nodded with uncertainty. Sevina reached out and stroked his cheek. “Hey, come on now. Everything will be fine.”

A moment later, the skycar pulled up in front of the human embassy. Travis let out a sigh. “Ugh, I am not ready for this. Do I really need to go to work today?”

“Yes you do, sir,” Sevina scolded, sounding very much like his mother all of a sudden. “Goyle already gave you a couple days off to…escort me. Playtime is over.”

He grinned cheekily at her. “Maybe you should have thought about that before draining me in more ways than one. I just want to take a nap now.”

Sevina straddled his lap, wrapping her long arms around the back of his neck with a giggle. “I couldn’t let my little stud start his week with full balls, could I?” she said mischievously. “You’ll just have to down some coffee and manage the rest of the day.”

Travis nodded. He was silent for several moments before he turned back to her. “Will I see you again?” He tried not to sound too desperate, but it wasn’t easy for him. This amazing woman had taken his virginity and left quite the impression on him, after all. He’d be a fool not to make an attempt to continue…whatever this was.

“That depends…do you want to see me again?” Sevina asked, smoothing out her dress.

“Do you really need to ask?”

She smiled at him, leaning in and pressing her mouth to his lips. They couldn’t exactly “kiss” in the traditional way that humans did, but the gesture and intent was there all the same.

“Then you will see me again.” She frowned slightly. “Things are about to get busy for me though, with an election coming up. So you may have to be patient.”

Travis eagerly nodded. “I understand.” He sighed, awkwardly tucking his cock back into his pants and zipping himself up. Once he’d looked halfway presentable for work, Sevina opened the car door for him. He ducked his head out of the skycar, looking in both directions to make sure nobody familiar spotted him leaving such a recognizable turian politician’s vehicle. When the coast was clear, he looked back at Sevina one last time.

“Thank you, Sevina. For everything.”

She smiled and winked at him. “No. Thank you. I meant what I told your boss. You were wonderful.”

The turian primarch gave him a parting wave, the door shut behind her and she was gone a moment later. Travis sighed, running a hand through his slightly unkempt hair. He was beginning to miss her already. He knew it was a tad shameful, like a lovesick puppy. But he couldn’t help it.

Still, real life responsibilities were the priority now. As he walked up to the embassy, he was in that moment glad that she had given him a blowjob. Otherwise he’d still probably be sporting an embarrassing tent in his pants from the memory of all that they’d gotten up to in Sevina’s penthouse for the past few days.

+++

“Travis?” Ambassador Goyle leaned over into his cubicle. “Could you send me the speech transcript from last week?”

Travis nodded automatically, not looking up at her. “Sure thing.” Though he tried to hide it, he knew there was a bit of a dejection creeping into his voice.

It had been two weeks, and during that time he had not heard a peep from Sevina. He knew that he should probably not worry as much as it was. Sevina was a busy woman - far above the likes of a mere mortal like him, even if he also worked in politics. He knew it was probably unreasonable to expect something back from her after two weeks, considering the agendas she likely had on her plate at any given time. She was representing her whole planet, after all. And he knew he should’ve felt lucky enough to have even spent the time that he had with her.

Still, he couldn’t help but feel a degree of hurt. What if she simply had paid lip service to the idea of seeing him again but had no intention of doing so? He could’ve been nothing more than a booty call before she returned to Palaven without a care in the world. She’d made it plainly clear that she had been pent up and needy when she first met him, after all. What if he really was just a temporary boy toy distraction for him to get her rocks off? A part of him always knew it was naive to hold out hope that she saw him as anything else. Him, a mere human intern.

Goyle cocked her head at him. “Is something wrong, Travis? You seem a bit down today.”

He looked up from his desk, giving her a feigned smile. “I’m alright, really.” He rubbed the back of his neck, sighing. “Just…some personal stuff going on. But it’s not affecting my work, I promise.”

“I never said it was,” Goyle replied. She was silent for several moments, gazing at him. “Would this have something to do with your new lady friend?”

Travis’ eyes widened. “H- how did…?”

Goyle smiled wryly, the older woman crossing her arms at him. “Cmon Travis. Do you think I have no social life outside of being an ambassador? I knew that it had to be a lover that was getting you so distracted.”

“Right, sorry,” Travis said, running a hand through his hair. He let out a forlorn sigh. “It’s been a couple weeks and I haven’t heard anything from her. Not a peep. I know that might be a silly thing to get hung up about, but it seemed like she and I had a good thing going, you know?”

Goyle gave him a sympathetic smile, reaching down and touching his shoulder. “If she’s as busy and as hard of a worker as you are, maybe she just needs a little more time. And if worse comes to worse, there are plenty of other fish in the sea, especially here on the Citadel. There are plenty of women who would love a sweet young guy like you, I can assure you.”

Travis felt a little bolstered by Goyle’s praise. He smiled and nodded. “Wow…thank you, Ambassador. It does feel good to hear that, and I hope you’re right.”

“Travis, you’ve worked with me for a few weeks now, so there’s no need to call me by my title anymore. Call me Anita,” she said with a smile.

“Oh…ok, Anita.” Travis admittedly felt strange shaking off the formalities when it came to Goyle. He’d only ever seen her as a very no-nonsense politician. He supposed she had to be, in order to be one of the foremost representatives on the Citadel, surrounded by other species who still saw humanity as the new kid on the block. It was surprising to him to see her show more and more of this side of herself to him. But it also led him to believe that he had to be making a good impression on her as his intern thus far, if she was being more informal with him like this.

His young mind couldn’t help but wander toward admitting how attractive Anita Goyle herself was. For an older woman in her fifties, she barely looked a day over thirty in his eyes. She kept herself in peak physical condition and Travis admitted that her tan skin and light colored hair did turn his head. He would never cross the line of mixing business with pleasure when it came to Goyle; the idea of even flirting with her intimidated the hell out of him. And he doubted she was even interested in him.

Then again, he had thought the same thing about Sevina.

“Cheer up, Travis,” Goyle said. “I think you’ll hear from her sooner rather than later. In fact, I know it.”

Travis could only nod. Things didn’t seem quite so rosy to him as far as Sevina was concerned. Goyle sure sounded certain of it though.

“Anyway,” Goyle continued. “As far as work goes, I wanted to inform you about tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?” Travis asked, curious.

Goyle nodded. “Yes. There will be what you could call a party here on the Citadel. On the Citadel Tower, in fact. I got you an invite, and I’d like you to be there. Others from the human embassy will be attending as well. Is that something you are comfortable with? I know it’s a bit last-minute.”

Travis’ eyes widened. “Oh…of course! I mean, I had heard about it, but I just assumed I wouldn’t be needed for an occasion like that.”

“Don’t sell yourself short. You’ve been a valuable asset and a good intern to me so far. Of course I could use you there,” she said with a smile. “In any event, this party won’t require much from you. It’s just a party, officially. Unofficially, it’s a room full of officials smiling through their teeth at other people with agendas in opposition to their own and talking behind their backs the moment they walk away. Nothing unusual for our circle. Just rub shoulders with some foreign dignitaries, have a few drinks and have dinner, and then call it a night. You’ll be fine.”

“Ok, I can do that.”

She smiled. “Good.” She turned from his cubicle to walk away before stopping herself. “Oh, and feel free to leave early today to buy yourself a nice suit. I’ve transferred discretionary funds to you for that.”

“Oh wow…thank you, Anita.”

Goyle winked. “Dress to impress, right? In any event, I’ll pick you up from your apartment tomorrow night and we can go together. Try not to take it too seriously. Have some fun while you’re there.”

Travis nodded. Perhaps Goyle was right; this party might be just the distraction he needed. The perfect thing to take his mind off of Sevina for a little while.

+++

“Are you nervous, Travis?” Goyle asked.

Travis gave a laugh. “What gave it away?”

“You’ve tugged at your collar about ten times in the last minute. And you were pacing back and forth in front of your apartment building when I came to pick you up.”

He sighed. “I’ve just never been to something like this. A party on Citadel Tower, with the Council there and everything? Hard to believe, considering where I was a few years ago. I am just afraid that they aren’t going to want me here.”

Goyle put a hand on his knee comfortingly. “Relax. Most people here won’t know or care about your background. They’ll be too busy worrying about their own political enemies and criticizing the caviar from Sur’Kesh. Besides, it would do them some good to speak to someone like you. Someone with a sense of perspective, who actually lives in that reality rather than in an ivory tower.”

Travis grinned, feeling a little less nervous from Goyle’s description of her colleagues and fellow politicians. “Do you expect any anti-human animosity at an event like this?”

“From the turians? Almost certainly. The wound of the First Contact War is still fresh, after all. Many of the others have their opinions too. I doubt most will have the courage to voice them to our faces whilst we’re here though.”

Travis nodded with a sigh.

She turned to him. “Things will get better. That’s one of the things I’m working to achieve. With your help, of course.”

He smiled at her, and noticed that the skycar came to a stop.

“We’re here,” she said. “So put on your best fake smile. And try to have some real fun too, if you can. You look great, by the way. I imagine you’ll get more than a few looks while you’re here.”

“You think so?” he said, his cheeks getting a little red.

“I know it,” Goyle said, stepping out from the car. Travis followed her out, and his eyes went to her bum as she was stepping out. Unfortunately for him, Goyle caught on despite his attempts to be subtle. “Did I catch your eye, Travis?”

Travis turned bright red and he quickly averted his gaze.