Mass Effect: The Primarch and the Intern Chapter 2 (Excerpt - Bad Timing)

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.