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Mass Effect: The Primarch and the Intern Chapter 2 (Excerpt - Revelation and a Diversion)
🕑 Added 2023-11-01 03:44:43 +0000 UTCTravis turned beat red. “So…you knew?”
Goyle took a sip of champagne. “I had my suspicions the night you met with her for the first time and didn’t return a few of my calls. I imagine she was…keeping you quite busy at the time.” Travis tugged his collar nervously and cleared his throat at that. “But I didn’t know for sure until I saw the way you two looked at each other today.”
Travis had to take another sip of his own beer to take some of the edge off. He set down the beer bottle and looked back at his boss nervously. “And…you disapprove of this?”
Goyle rubbed the back of her neck, pondering this for several moments. “No, I would not say I disapprove of it. You are of age, and it was completely consensual. And so far - and forgive me for saying this - you are only an intern, so it is not what I consider to be a professional conflict of interest. At least for now.’ She took another sip of champagne before continuing. “But I do worry about this awkward position this will put you in, personally. You’re a young guy with your whole career ahead of you, and Sevina is an older woman and one of the highest powers of the turian government. I didn’t anticipate the implications of that.”
Travis’ eyes widened. “Anticip- wait a minute. Did you…plan this, Anita?”
Goyle shrugged. “I did not intend for her to seduce you into her bed. I heard a few rumors through the grapevine - unsubstantiated, of course - of the primarch’s supposed romantic preferences. So yes, I did send you to accompany her that night just to give her a friendly person to open up to a bit. At worst, she would simply have a drink or two with you before you both went your separate ways. At best, she would have an innocent, fun night with a human intern and have a more favorable impression of humanity as a whole by the end.”
Travis’ head was spinning from this. He didn’t know whether to be angry or amused at this revelation. “So…you didn’t offer me up like a slice of cake to a lonely turian woman with the hots for young human guys?”
“Not entirely,” Goyle answered honestly. “But given what happened, I can’t say I’m surprised by it either.” She patted him on the hand. “I’m sorry I wasn’t entirely honest with you, Travis.”
Travis ruminated on this. Part of him wanted to be annoyed that Goyle had, in some respect, used him like a bargaining chip to gain favor with Sevina. But the more he thought about it, the more he realized that he had nothing really to be angry about. Sevina hadn’t done anything to him that he hadn’t wanted. He’d lost his virginity to one of the sexiest, most incredible women he’d ever laid eyes on. And he’d fully realized his attraction to older turian women. If this had some sort of ancillary diplomatic benefits for Goyle, all the better.
“Have my…efforts benefitted you in any way so far?” Travis asked, keeping his voice down so nobody could overhear him.
“Hmm,” Goyle said, tapping her chin. “Hard to say. She and the turian councilor still have rejected several of my recent proposals from our government, but she does return more of my calls now and insists that she is quote ‘doing what she can.’ It’s progress, I suppose.”
Travis nodded, reflecting on everything Goyle had told him. He looked across the room and saw that Sevina was at the bar, getting herself another drink. Her eyes met Travis and she flashed him a wink. He blushed awkwardly, looking away to take another sip of his beer.
“Travis,” Goyle continued. He looked back at her, hearing the serious yet sincere tone in her voice. “This was never an official assignment, and I swear to you that you do not need to keep seeing Sevina if you think you have to in order to keep your job. I would never do that to you. Keep seeing Sevina if you want to, or don’t. It’s your business. As long as it doesn’t interfere with your work, I’m fine with it. Just…consider what I told you. Sevina is a public figure and an important person to her people. I wish the two of you all the best, but I don’t want you to have your heart broken if things don’t work out.”
Travis nodded, sighing. “I understand. Thank you, Anita.”
Goyle smiled, standing up. “For the record, Travis,” she said, leaning down to whisper to him. “I think the thought of you two together is rather adorable, and I hope things work out for you both. If you decide to continue your little affair, all I would ask is that you be discreet. What you’re doing isn’t illegal, but there are a lot of xenophobes out there, especially of the human and turian variety because of the war. The last thing I want is for you two to end up in the tabloids and have that kind of unwanted attention.”
She downed the rest of her champagne and set down the empty glass. She put a hand to her forehead. “Phew, that champagne is going to my head. I’m such a damn lightweight.” Goyle looked back down at Travis. “I’m going to head off and mingle while trying to be on my best behavior.” She leaned down to whisper again, “you and Madam Primarch have fun.”
Travis nodded with a grin. “Thanks Anita.” She strode off toward a group of asari and salarian politicians, trying to hide how tipsy she now was. Travis meanwhile looked back toward the bar where he’d last seen Sevina. He saw no sign of her.
Perplexed, the teen intern looked around the room, from the dining section to the atrium. Again, no Sevina. What had gotten into her? Frankly, her attitude was giving him whiplash. Going from avoiding him to jerking him off beneath the dinner table to seemingly avoiding him again.
With a huff, Travis got up from his seat, shaking his head. He endeavored to make his way to the men’s room. He didn’t need to piss, merely get out of the room for a few minutes and clear his head. He could go looking for Sevina afterwards, assuming she actually wanted anything to do with him. At this point, he just wanted to know where exactly he stood with her, one way or the other. He excused himself through a small group of turians, making for the bathrooms as if on autopilot.
Travis was about to walk into the men’s restroom when he felt a sharp tug at the back of his collar from behind. Before he knew what was happening, he felt himself being forcefully guided into the women’s restroom, the door automatically sliding open as he was pushed in. He began to panic for a moment, thinking that some stranger intended to harm him or force themselves upon him.
He was about to cry out for help before he was spun around and a very familiar feminine, spiky head filled his vision right before her mouth pressed hungrily against his lips. “Mm?!” Travis moaned with surprise into Sevina’s heated kiss. When they broke off from the kiss a few moments later, he saw Sevina look around to make sure they were alone before he playfully put a taloned hand to his chest to push him back into the furthest stall in the restroom in the back corner. Thankfully, the stall they were in was in pristine condition from the looks of it, as was to be expected for the restroom in the heart of the Citadel.
“Sevina? W- what’re you…?”
Sevina put a talon to his lips. “Shh. Now that we’re alone, I just wanted to say how sorry I was that I’ve been ignoring you these past couple weeks, and for the mixed signals I’ve been giving you at this party,” she whispered. “Truth is, I haven’t stopped thinking about you.” She leaned her head down to gently nibble on his earlobe. “I’ve masturbated a few times when I come home from work, thinking about how you pounded me in my shower, or fucked me in my car.”
Travis shivered, his mouth gaping. Already he felt himself growing aroused once more, a fresh erection tenting in his pants from her salacious words. “I thought…you were getting bothered by me and didn’t want to see me anymore. I was going to find you to apologize.”
Sevina looked at him sympathetically, leaning in to kiss him chastly on the mouth once again. “Quite the opposite, Travis. I’m the one who’s sorry.” Her mouth turned to a mischievous grin. “And I’m going to make it up to you, stud.”
Sevina put one leg up on the top of the toilet and spread open her legs. She hiked up her dress, and Travis’ eyes widened when he saw that the gorgeous older turian woman was not wearing any panties. She had removed them at some point since their little escapade beneath the table. Her blue pussy was dripping wet, her lips swollen with arousal as clear droplets dripped out of her.
“I’ve been so stressed from all these sycophants and bureaucrats. I can’t take it anymore. I need my little human stud to put that youthful energy into fucking my tight little turian cunt right here in this stall. Make me regret not giving you enough attention these past two weeks. Think you can do that?” Sevina asked, her green eyes tempting him with a primal hunger. “Think you can make this night better for both of us by packing my womb full of human sperm?”
That was all it took to spur Travis into action. He reached around and grabbed her from behind, his fingers digging into the hard plates of his posterior. Sevina gasped from his surprisingly bout of forcefulness. To surprise her ever more, he wrapped her legs around his back and hoisted her up. Sevina reached for whatever she could find for leverage - a jacket-hook bolted into the stall wall with one hand, and the opposing wall itself with the other hand. Travis, with one hand holding Sevina aloft, used his other hand to unzip himself, his fully-erect cock springing out from his fly.
Sevina purred when his cockhead brushed up against her dripping blue slit, with Travis once again admiring the delightful contrast between the pink head of his cock and her tantalizing blue pussy. He’d been one of the first human men to experience such a contrast, and with such an amazing turian woman no less.
When Travis’ cockhead was settled right up against her tight sex hole, he looked up into Sevina’s face. She eagerly nodded, holding on tightly to his svelte youthful body. He let her tall, skinny body drop, impaling her tight cunt onto his cock and pushing half of his cock into her on the first plunge. Travis and Sevina moaned together, their bodies shuddering against each other.
