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April 21, 2023

Euphoric Trembles – Mass Effect Fan-Fiction Erotic Romance Short Story

After the destruction of the Reapers, Admiral Hackett has rescued Commander Jane Shepard from the wreckage.
When she finally wakes up, Hackett and she share a tender moment,
only to realise how much desire they have for each other.

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Steven Hackett stood in his study, leaning forward on his desk for support. It faced the large room-wide view pane window. He looked out at the stars that streaked by the ship, trying to ignore the tremble in his hand, then focused on his reflection. He looked haggard and distraught, his facial hair more grey, his scars seemed more pronounced, and the bruises he’d sustained were still a little raw. He didn’t like looking anything but pristine. He supposed after what the entire galaxy had gone through, haggard was to be expected.
        A whirr from the door opening drew his attention away from his musings as Jane walked in. A wave of relief washed over him, as he looked at her from over his shoulder. She still looked a little worse for wear but otherwise healed, and more importantly, she was conscious and walking.
        Steven turned to face her. ‘They said you’d be up and about soon. I’m glad to see you back on your feet.’
        Jane smiled. Oh, she was a sight for sore eyes, Steven noted.
        ‘It’s good to see you too, Admiral.’
        ‘Oh, I think we’re past formalities now. If there is anything left of the Alliance, I can’t raise them.’
        Jane nodded. She joined Steven by the desk. He looked at her, feeling a pang of concern.
        ‘How are your wounds?’ he inquired.
        Jane rolled her shoulders back and moved her arms tentatively. ‘I feel fine, actually. Just a little sore here and there.’
        ‘You were out for days after we found you. I must admit I was worried you wouldn’t pull through. I should have known better.’
        Jane’s smile widened and she let out a small laugh. ‘I didn’t realise you worried about me, Hackett.’
        Steven smiled back, feeling self-conscious. He turned back to look out the view pane window.
        ‘They said you set up a backup system.’ Jane’s expression was one of curiosity as she motioned the room. ‘I thought destroying the reapers had destroyed everything, but this ship is fully operational.’
        ‘Probably the only one too,’ replied Steven. ‘In the eventuality something would disrupt our technology, the Asari and the Rachni established some form of biotic-and-living-force-powered system. That is how we are flying through space right now.’
        Jane’s eyebrows shot up. ‘The Rachni are powering this ship?’
        ‘Basically.’ Steven chuckled.
        ‘You thought of everything, didn’t you?’
        Steven bobbed his head from side to side. ‘You could say that.’ He looked at Jane who beamed at him.
        ‘Well, I’ll be. A Rachni-powered ship. Never thought I’d see the day.’
        ‘Had to be prepared for anything. The Rachni proved more valuable than I had initially anticipated. Everyone pulled their weight in the preparations of this war.’ Steven looked back out. ‘After the…shockwave hit us, emergency systems came online. I sent troops to search the wreckage that was the Citadel. Can’t believe it’s been damaged to such an extent.’
        ‘It’s been repaired before,’ replied Jane.
        ‘True.’ Hacket folded his arms, turning to Jane. ‘I think it’s chance that let me find you.’
        ‘A good thing. I don’t think I would have survived without immediate medical treatment.’
        Steven’s mouth spread into an amused grin. ‘Says the woman who literally crawled her way out of the wreckage, swearing the whole time. You’re as stubborn as they come, Shepard.’
        ‘Damn, Hackett,’ Jane cooed, ‘certainly don’t hold back any punches.’ They shared a chuckle.
        Steven turned back to look out the view pane. ‘It’ll take time to find your crew. The Normandy left Citadel Space before the shockwave could spread outbound of the system. Until we can raise anyone or find a mass relay we can fix, even if temporarily, we’re just flying between systems. I’m hoping the Quantum Entanglement Communicators can help with part of that.’
        ‘I’m surprised the shockwave didn’t propel your ship out of the system,’ said Jane.
        ‘It nearly did. It tore pieces of the hull apart.’ Steven grimaced. ‘Threw me several feet and I nearly broke my back landing on the deck. But we managed.’ He nodded to Jane’s reflection. ‘Got things powered up again, got the crew on fixing the hull, and the Asari and Rachni had the ship flight-ready again in no time.’
        He felt some pride in his ability to manage his crew. But not in his ability to manage his emotions. His hand trembled again and he hid it between his elbow and the side of his body, keeping his arms folded.
        Jane regarded him endearingly. ‘If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re as stubborn as they come, Hackett.’
        He smiled, amused, but then sobered quickly as his hand’s trembling worsened, and he downcast his eyes, feeling embarrassed.
        ‘Everything okay?’ Jane glanced at his trembling hand. So she had noticed.
        ‘Oh, just…’ He sighed. He turned to her, letting his arms fall to his sides. ‘You know, I’ve been with Alliance Command for as long as I can remember. I’ve faced enemies, faced incredible odds, faced death, all of it fearlessly,’ the anger in his voice increased, ‘but then when I came so close to dying in that shockwave, knowing it was either that or the Reapers that were closing in on us, at that moment, for the first time in a long time, I felt true fear.’
        Jane looked deep into his eyes, her gaze intent. ‘Everyone feels fear from time to time, Hackett. Even me.’
        ‘I don’t.’ Steven bowed his head in one brisk motion. ‘I didn’t become Admiral by fearing the outcome of every mission I was on.’ He let out an exasperated sigh, looking at his reflection in the view pane. ‘Look at me, I’m in my fifties and I’m trembling like a cadet freshly recruited in the academy.’ He pressed the palm of his hands down on the desk, trying to stop the trembling.
        Jane placed her hand on his. ‘Hey, it’s okay,’ she soothed. ‘There’s nothing to be ashamed of.’ His hand continued to tremble until she interlaced her fingers through his, her hand still over his, and the trembling stopped.
        Steven felt a sudden tingle in his stomach. He looked at Jane, she merely stared back with tender eyes.
        Acting on impulse, Steven leaned forward and kissed her. She opened her mouth to deepen the kiss and he pressed his lips harder on hers, tasting her warm lips. He pulled away, breathless, and stepped away.
        ‘I’m sorry, that was highly inappropriate,’ he said quickly. ‘I got swept by the moment.’
        Jane took a step closer to him. She removed his cap and set it on the desk. His heart quickened. She took his hands in hers.
        ‘Maybe I want you to be highly inappropriate.’
        He didn’t need telling twice. Pulling her to him, Steven pressed a searing kiss to her lips as Jane wrapped her arms around him.

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Earnest and Naked At Skyhold – Dragon Age Fan-Fiction Erotic Romance Short Story

By binkyproductions

Gaspard hurries to Skyhold for a reunion with Evelyne Trevelyan. Earnest and eager,
he is unable to wait any longer and he takes her in the stairs to her chambre,
where anyone can hear if they are not quiet.

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Evelyne stood speaking with Philippe in Skyhold’s main hall as he relayed all his latest discoveries regarding Thedas’s dragons. She sighed internally. Ah, that accent. She longed to be in Gaspard’s warm embrace once more.
        Since their night together at the Winter Palace, all she had to contend with were secret missives sent to her.
        The Inquisition kept her busy enough to keep her mind focused most of the time. Physically walking into the Fade was something she was still wrapping her head around.
        A horse neighed loudly outside and the hurried galloping made her wonder at the urgency. She nodded absently at Philippe, trying to hear the commotion outside.
        Someone bounded up the steps and into the main hall.
        Evelyne’s heart skipped a beat and her stomach whooped. ‘Gaspard!’ She gaped at him. ‘I mean, Emperor de Chalons, what a pleasant surprise.’
        Gaspard stood at the door for a moment, his mouth agape, his blue eyes wide behind his mask. Quickly he composed himself.
        ‘Lady Trevelyan.’ He bowed politely. ‘I heard of your…ordeal in the Fade. You can understand that as your ally who has a vested interest in your success against Corypheus, I had to hear the story from you myself.’ He walked towards her and she excused herself from Philippe who bowed to his Emperor.
        ‘The people of Orlais were greatly troubled when they heard what had happened,’ Gaspard went on. ‘I merely wished to ensure I could…appease their’ – he lowered his voice – ‘palpitations.’
        He had said it in Orlesian and his voice was husky. It sent a tingle through Evelyne’s body.
        ‘You needn’t worry, Emperor de Chalons,’ Evelyne replied as they walked side by side, ‘the alliance still holds strong. As you can see, I am quite fine.’
        He paused and sized her up and down. ‘Je vois, yes, indeed.’ He smiled and Evelyne felt herself blush.
        ‘May we speak in private regarding our alliance now that you have…learnt more from your experience.’
        ‘Yes, of course.’ Evelyne led him towards the back of the main hall and to the door that led to her chambre. ‘We will not be disturbed upstairs.’
        She opened the door and as soon as it shut, Gaspard slid his mask on the top of his head, grabbed Evelyne and pulled her to him. His lips were devouring hers before she could even gasp in alarm.
        She melted into his kisses as his thick lips engulfed her between them. Evelyne let out a soft sigh, wrapping her arms around him.
        ‘Maker, how I’ve missed you,’ Gaspard breathed, leaning his forehead on hers. ‘I was so worried when I heard about what happened. I had to ensure you were all right.’
        ‘I’m sorry it all worried you, Gaspard. I should have sent word sooner.’
        He kissed her neck tenderly, then again lower and back up to her ear. ‘I am simply relieved, that is all.’
        Evelyne placed a hand on his face and took a step back. There was a glint in his eyes that told her more than he was letting on. She smiled gingerly.
        Then, Gaspard shed the last of his mask as his face fell and a tear ran down his cheek. ‘If anything had happened to you…had you not returned.’ Gaspard gently stroked Evelyne’s cheek with the back of his fingers. ‘My apologies, I seem to find myself unable to maintain my composure around you. Never have I felt this way for anyone before, ma jolie, to make a man lose such control when he is such a master of the game…’ He grinned, his eyes boring into her soul. ‘It is almost dangerous, and it makes me crave you so much more.’
        Evelyne smiled, feeling warmth within her. ‘Gaspard, I feel the same way. And…it’s all right for you to worry about me. I did send word to you but you make it sound as though you heard from another source.’
        ‘Yes,’ Gaspard confirmed. He held her tightly, burying his face in her neck and kissing her again. Evelyne moaned softly, feeling a tingle in her stomach. ‘I must have left Verchiel before your missive arrived.’ He kissed her again. ‘Oh, how I’ve missed you, my love.’
        Evelyne giggled. ‘So you’ve said.’
        ‘And it is not enough to express how much my heart has yearned for you since our night together. Perhaps here I shall be able to spend the entire night with you?’ He pulled away, a hopeful smile tugging on the side of his mouth.
        ‘I would like that.’ Evelyne placed both her hands on his face. ‘I would like that very much…my love.’
        Gaspard’s lips were on hers again, eagerly landing again every time they parted ever so slightly. Evelyne took a step back as Gaspard’s hands travelled the length of her body. She took one careful step up the first step, then another, her lips never parting from Gaspard’s.

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Keeping Warm – Dragon Age Fan-Fiction Erotic Romance Short Story

By binkyproductions

Duncan and Fiona resort to more creative ideas to keep warm
only to discover how much they truly desire each other.

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Duncan lay on his back on his makeshift cot in his tent, bundled between several blankets he had brought. He’d have thought after all these years as a Grey Warden and travelling and camping out, he’d have gotten used to Ferelden’s bitter cold weather, but no, he had not. He blamed his time at the palace and several estates, looking over the young Alistair in the luxurious warmth of fully furnished homes.
        He was camped out near the Storm Coast now. He and a group were travelling to the Free Marches in an attempt to find any sign or clue of what may have happened to King Maric. The King had travelled the seas and disappeared not too long ago. Loghain had been adamant about finding Maric before determining what to do about anything else.
        Duncan wasn’t travelling with only soldiers of the royal court. Fiona was with him too. He was glad of it. She was his good friend, and the mother of Alistair whom he looked after. She was a former lover of King Maric’s and had volunteered to search for him with Duncan.
        ‘Do you still love him,’ Duncan had asked her. ‘Not in the way that I used to,’ had been her reply. Fiona had stated that she was out here for Duncan because she missed the old days of travelling with him and cherished him as a friend. She wanted to see him succeed and wanted to be there for him if he needed her. He appreciated that. They had been through a lot together, after all.
        A gust of wind made the tent billow. Duncan shivered. It wasn’t winter and yet it felt like it was. His body was shaking from the cold.
        He had kept his armour on, only removing the excess metal plates – which didn’t serve to keep him warm anyway – so he could lie down more comfortably. Comfortable in such weather was hardly what he’d call it, but he had tried his best.
        He heard something outside his tent and the flap to its entrance opened to reveal Fiona standing just beyond. Duncan looked up at her from where he lay, bundled and shivering as he was. Even now, older than she had been when he had first known her, she was a beautiful elf. And he wondered why he was noticing this.
        She entered the tent. Her staff emitted a soft glow, just enough to light the tent in a subtle amber luminescence.
        Fiona closed the tent’s flap behind her and moved towards him. ‘I can hear your teeth chattering from across the camp. And that’s on top of the wind’s howling.’
        Duncan chuckled. His teeth had been chattering quite a bit, he had to admit. ‘Yes well, it’s cold Fiona, what do you expect?’
        Fiona gave him a pointed look but said nothing.
        ‘Well, since you’re here, can you do something to help make me warm?’
        Fiona set her staff down on the floor and sat down next to Duncan. She shrugged. ‘I used up all my mana earlier. I’m a bit depleted, if I’m honest.’
        ‘Great.’ His body trembled a bit more before settling down as he attempted to find a position in which he’d feel a bit warmer. ‘Then are you just here to watch me shiver and complain about it? Because if you are, then don’t bother. If you can’t help me keep warm, then you’re not allowed to complain about it.’
        Fiona raised a brow.
        ‘Sorry, I’m just…really cold!’
        He noticed Fiona rubbing her hands together, her shoulders hunched from the cold, and she shivered too.
        She sighed. ‘There might be something,’ she said. Duncan perked up. ‘But don’t get any funny ideas.’ He shook his head. ‘I’ve heard of people keeping others warm with their bodies.’
        ‘Okay,’ said Duncan, a little too quickly. ‘What do you propose?’
        ‘I act as a blanket.’
        ‘So, what, you just lie on top of me, or…?’ Duncan was confused, but if it was going to warm him up, who was he to complain.
        ‘That’s exactly what I’m proposing,’ Fiona replied.

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Trials in the Force Chapter Eleven + Epilogue (Star Wars SWTOR Fan-Fiction)

By binkyproductions

A group of Reformed Sith led by Awgro entered the room and lowered the containment field. Fane lunged forward only to fall back down, drained of the Force and feeling the drain of life at the same time.
            ‘You are powerless, Fane,’ said Awgro. The Chagrian was with him, and so was the mysterious masked man, along with several others.
            ‘With what? Six of you? It takes six of you to ensure I can’t defend myself? That qualifies me as more powerful than each of you.’
            ‘Make sure he can’t move,’ said Awgro.
            The Sith held him down as well as drained the Force from him. Anything that had replenished itself was now being drained anew. Fane gritted his teeth as he lay helplessly, flat on his stomach.
            Awgro bent down and held a cupped hand above Fane, draining him of life. Fane felt weak, pained, and he resisted the urge to close his eyes, perchance he might not wake up. He simply stared at Awgro. The Sith began to strain. Finally, he let go, jolting backwards.
            ‘So the rumours are true, then. I cannot drain you completely of your life because you cannot die. The secrets that Perce had unlocked have now been discovered by you.’
            ‘If you wanted to kill me,’ said Fane, ‘you’d know exactly where to strike me and I would be helpless to stop you. So you want me alive. Why?’
            ‘I want to take your life away from you,’ said Awgro. ‘Seeing as we have you and not your Mandalorian husband, I figure why not.’ He inclined his head.
            ‘You can’t take my life away from me,’ said Fane, ‘as long as I’m alive, you’ve not taken it away.’
            ‘Don’t be so sure about that,’ spat Awgro. ‘I will take it all away, you will see, everyone will see.’
            Fane scowled. ‘What are you planning on doing to me?’
            Awgro smirked but did not answer. ‘Drain him,’ he commanded the other Sith. He left the room.
            Fane struggled to fight back but pinned down as he was, he was indeed helpless. He could sense the Force Drain being used to keep him from moving, and he could sense amusement from one of the Sith. It came from the same Sith from earlier, the masked figure. Fane heard a chuckle coming from behind the mask.
            Now that Fane studied him more carefully, this masked Sith matched the descriptions the other had given him of the masked Sith aboard Relsor’s flagship, and Fane could sense his power.
            The Sith surrounding him drained him for a long time, and after a time, Fane could barely feel the pain anymore, it had numbed his entire body, as though subdued, yet still jolting him.
            When the group of Reformed Sith were done with him, they left. Fane felt weak, tired, drained. He panted a few times.
            ‘Is this how you felt, Shadie, when Relsor was draining you?’ he asked himself aloud. ‘Kriffing kark, I understand how you felt now.’
            Fane turned over onto his back and took a few deep breaths. He barely managed to sit up; he leaned against the wall. Leaning his head back, he closed his eyes; even breathing was a struggle. He had been thinking about reaching out to the others with the Force before the Sith had entered the room, but somehow he felt so tired, he could not bother to focus. Instead, his mind was boggled by Awgro’s words. It created a headache, but he did not even have enough energy to scowl at the pain, for even that was too taxing.