Nihlus Kryik X Fem! shep. X Saren Arterius ( AU Lemon, Zesty)
*Shepard POV*
Spirits.
Being wedged between two domineering Turian Spectres in a dysfunctional love triangle proved to be a harrowing experience, rather than the thrilling escapade I had naively anticipated. While the physical intimacy was undeniably pleasurable, the power dynamics between Nihlus and Saren were hopelessly imbalanced. Nihlus exhibited a tender, almost submissive demeanor in the bedroom, in stark contrast to Saren's forceful, controlling nature. Their inability to compromise or coordinate their attentions left me feeling like a mere pawn, questioning whether I had truly consented to this precarious arrangement.
I was infatuated, having dug myself into a precarious situation. Nihilus pressed his teeth against my neck, threatening to break the skin - but the action was short-lived. Suddenly, the rumbling purr in his chest ceased as his head snapped towards the other turian.
"If you're so jealous, come join in instead of skulking by the wall like a runt," the younger turian taunted.
The veteran's blue eyes narrowed, piercing through the man before him. A low growl rumbled from Saren as he approached, but rather than grabbing me, he snatched Nihilus up by the scruff of his neck, eliciting a yelp.
Saren's mechanical prosthetic came up to the other side of Nihlus' neck, caressing the bondmark there with almost a reverent touch. "Do not forget who you are talking to, boy. I own you, now and forever," he said in a commanding tone.
Saren's brutal display reignited the fire between my legs, and I felt myself shudder as his indomitable gaze slid over to me. A smile fluttered across his scarred mandibles as he dropped the other male to the floor. Soon his talons were tracing my skin, leaving behind thin scratches that barely bled, adorning my flesh with little beads here and there.
The growling stopped, and Nihlus began rubbing against Saren, stripping the white turian of his armaments.
I desperately craved a deep, unbreakable bond with someone - to belong irrevocably. My voice was a mangled cry, a broken plea: "Please, I want your marks, please." At my words, Saren's hands stilled, his eyes widening briefly before the smile dropped from his features. Nihlus, on the other hand, began to purr again, emerging from behind Saren with a knowing expression. His beautiful hands found purchase on my neck, rubbing small circles there. "Are you sure? I mean, it's the human equivalent of marriage," Nihlus said, his honeyed voice and heavy-lidded green eyes betraying his intent.
However, before I could respond, Saren's temper flared once more. "I can't believe you're actually considering this," he growled. "She's supposed to be just for fun, not some kind of sick pet."
Nihlus let out an exasperated sigh as the male turned to his counterpart. "I, for one, am considering fulfilling this endearing request," he said with an accusing gesture. "Jane is much more than just a fuck toy for us to exploit; you would do well to remember that too." Nihlus awaited the old Turian's response with a stern expression.
Saren shook his head, scratching aggressively at his pelvic plates. "It's akin to blasphemy, a Turian and human being bondmates. It feels almost like treason," he said, letting his head hang. I felt the sting of his words and the pain hidden behind them.
Nihlus stood tall, his emerald eyes ablaze with determination as he confronted Saren, his voice firm yet filled with a deep-seated passion. "Saren, you may see Jane as just a fleeting pleasure, but to me, she is so much more."
His words resonated with a fierce sincerity that cut through the tension in the room. Nihlus took a step forward, his stance unwavering. "I will not stand by and watch you degrade her, treating her as nothing more than a pawn in our game. Jane deserves to be treated with kindness and consideration, not as some disposable plaything for us to squabble over."
