Videogame Characters One-Shots

imagine being loved by me pt.2 (Adrien Victus) NSFW

     "I have great respect for you Shepard, but I think we both know that's not what you want tonight" he uttered, his words cutting through the air with a profound understanding. And he was right—she didn't yearn for him to treat her with caution or the reverence befitting a respected military commander. Tonight, she wanted to relinquish that title, to surrender herself to the passions shared with this handsome and powerful turian.

     "How do you know what I want?" she managed to ask, squirming under his intense gaze, a soft whimper escaping her throat as he pulled her head back slightly further.

     "You're not exactly subtle. Your scent reveals your desires to me. And it's also rather apparent. A woman whose many lives depend on her, always commanding attention and expectations as she enters a room," his voice, velvety soft, penetrated deep within her, making her tremble as she desperately grasped the glass, seeking something to anchor herself. He noticed her instinctive action, briefly glancing down before locking eyes with her once more. "But in the bedroom, she doesn't want to wield control. She craves to submit and follow, if only for this moment, instead of leading. She longs for someone who sees her as a desirable woman, not for what she can offer, but for who she truly is in her most vulnerable state."

     He read her like an open book, evident by the light pink blush that adorned her cheeks and the tips of her ears. Every minor detail did not escape the discerning eyes of the man who still held her head gently in place.

     "How am I doing?" he inquired, a playful tone lacing his voice, revealing his amusement at the situation.

      "Am I right?" The Primarch persisted, seeking confirmation. She was too lost in the moment to utter a single word, instead responding with a nod. The tension in the air was palpable, teasing her senses.

      Removing the glove from his free hand and casually discarding it on her desk, he raised his other hand, lightly caressing her cheek with the back of it. "So pretty," he murmured, a wicked smile spreading across his mandibles. "But I believe you'll look even prettier when I'm dripping down your legs."

     Those words alone caused her to press her legs together, acutely aware of her arousal, and he could undoubtedly sense it. The intoxicating scent of her desire nearly pushed him to lose control, but he restrained himself. As much as he yearned to ravish the Commander, he also wanted to savor every moment. Uncertain if he would ever have this opportunity again, he aimed to take his time, relishing in the experience.

     Leaning closer, the tip of his tongue emerged from between his mouthplates, tracing the outline of her ear with precision and skill. Every curve was meticulously explored by his talented tongue, eliciting a hitch in her breath. A tingling sensation coursed through her body, from her stomach to the crown of her head, causing her arm hairs to stand on end and a soft whimper to escape her throat. In response, she instinctively pressed her backside against the front of his thighs, seeking a modicum of friction. He reciprocated, a quick buck of his hips granting them a brief taste of the friction they yearned for. Clicking his tongue twice, he shook his head slightly, silently indicating the need for restraint and patience.

     "Where are my manners? I'm quite certain a lady can't be pleased with all this clothing getting in the way," he remarked, releasing his grip on her, prompting a sigh of slight disappointment from her lips. Without uttering a word, she swiftly pulled her tank top over her head and discarded her bra just as swiftly, presenting her naked back to him while teasingly taking her time with her pants. She allowed them to cascade down to her ankles, revealing her panties as well, the fabric gliding languidly along her long legs. Every deliberate movement held Victus's gaze captive. She exceeded his every expectation, an exquisite blend of fragility and strength, a true embodiment of a soldier.