Shepard was by no means a virgin, but she was discriminating enough about her sexual partners that she remained modestly tight. Meln found this out, to his pleasure, when he noticed his swollen manhood couldn't quite fit up the Commander. He rubbed his cock against Shepard's pussy lips, desperately trying to find purchase.
Meln resorted to desperate measures. He took one of Shepard's legs in each hand and pulled them as far apart as possible. Shepard grunted as she was forcefully spread wide for her turian conqueror.
The added distance was enough, and Meln triumphantly plunged into Shepard's vagina.
"So tight..." Meln moaned as he built up to a moderate rate, using Shepard to pump himself with great zeal. His hands bit into the Commander's legs, tearing her stockings as Meln built up speed. Shepard had almost recovered from being winded, only to find herself just as helpless as before. The turian weighed nearly twice as much as her, and he had leverage on her. Oh boy, did he have leverage on her.
Shepard thought of her previous lovers, her first kiss on Mindoir, shared, secretive moments of heat on Alliance warships, her love back on the Normandy. All special, the lovemaking meaningful and respectful. Now, Meln was added to those ranks, a soulless c...