MCU and Mass effect the rise of the Spartax multiverse saga

Chapter 9- sex

Clayton, a grizzled veteran of the intergalactic coalition forces, stumbled into the dimly lit bar on the lower deck of the SS Spartax. The neon lights cast an eerie glow on the faces of the aliens and humans alike, each lost in their own thoughts or huddled in conspiratorial whispers. His boots clicked against the metal floor, echoing through the haze of smoke that hung heavy in the air. The bartender, a three-armed Turiant named Kron, barely looked up as he slammed a bottle of whiskey on the counter.

"Rough day, Clay?" Kron asked, his deep voice resonating through his thick exoskeleton.

Clayton nodded, his eyes scanning the bottles lined up like soldiers ready for battle. "You could say that," he murmured, sliding onto the barstool. The leather groaned under his weight, a sound that seemed to mirror the weariness in his voice.

"Got a private booth in the back, if you're looking to unwind," Kron suggested, his antennae twitching slightly as he placed a clean glass next to the bottle.

Clayton nodded, taking the hint. He needed a break from the eyes of the crew, and maybe some peace to process what had happened with Nuuci. She was unlike any Asari he'd ever met. Her blue skin was a stark contrast to the usual lavender tones of her species, and her eyes held a depth that seemed to swallow galaxies. They'd been through hell together, fighting side by side in battles that had left both of them scarred and weary. But it was more than that. There was a connection between them that went beyond friendship or camaraderie—it was a bond that neither of them had ever truly understood until now.

He made his way to the booth, the whiskey bottle clutched tightly in his hand. The plush seats enveloped him, providing a brief respite from the harshness of the ship's usual accommodations. He took a swig, the burning liquid a welcome warmth against the cold dread that had settled in his gut. His thoughts drifted back to their mission on Thessia, to the moment when she'd looked at him with those piercing eyes and said, "Clayton, I want to be yours. In every way."

Nuuci had been so vulnerable, stripping away the armor of her usual stoic demeanor. It was a rare sight, and one that had left him speechless. They'd found a quiet corner in the ship's makeshift infirmary, her wounds patched up, and he'd held her close, feeling the warmth of her body pressed against his. The chemistry between them was undeniable, a magnetic force pulling them together even as the universe itself seemed to be tearing them apart.

He didn't know what had come over him when he leaned in to kiss her. Maybe it was the whiskey, or perhaps it was the raw emotion of the moment, but as their lips met, a spark ignited that could have powered the SS Spartax to the furthest reaches of the galaxy. It was a kiss filled with longing and desperation, a promise of something more than just friendship.

Nuuci responded with a passion that surprised even herself. Her hands slid up Clayton's muscular arms, pulling him closer as if trying to merge their very beings. The kiss grew hungrier, tongues exploring the depths of each other's mouths, tasting the fear and lust that mingled there. Their breaths grew ragged, the only sound in the quiet corner of the infirmary.

Her skin felt like warm velvet, the blue hue of her Asair heritage a stark contrast to his own tanned human flesh. Clayton's calloused hands roamed over her body, tracing the lines of her alien anatomy as if mapping the stars themselves. Her breasts were small and firm, the nipples hardening at his touch. He felt the curve of her hips and the softness of her belly, his human instincts eager to claim what was his.

Nuuci's own hands were equally curious, exploring the contours of Clayton's body with a gentle touch. She'd seen him shirtless many times before, but this was different. This was a man she desired, a man she wanted to be one with. Her fingers danced over his scars, a silent tapestry of his past battles, each mark a testament to his strength.