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Characters:

“Me” (Male, human, 20s)

Urdnot Grunt (Male, krogan, young adult)

Urdnot Wrex (Male, krogan, middle-aged)

Story Text:

“And this,” Grunt introduced, gesturing to the slightly taller, more grizzled-looking, off-yellow skinned, red-crested krogan standing across from me, “is my clan leader, Urdnot Wrex.”

My alien partner had already introduced my name to the scarred Battlemaster, and he crossed his arms over a thick, armored chest as he looked me up and down. “Hm,” he grunted, sounding half amused and half unapproving. I shuffled in place, a bit embarrassed; I was on the chubbier side as humans went, and certainly not as impressive as the cream-skinned, burly warrior standing beside me with one strong hand resting against my shoulder. “Kinda wimpy lookin’,” Wrex grumbled, shooting a red-eyed look over at Grunt.

I followed his gaze, and found Grunt smiling toothily, blue eyes alight. “Oh,” he chuckled, and I nearly jumped as I felt his hand slip down my back, and give my ass a pinch. “That’s just cuz you haven’t seen MY boy in action,” he informed, the tank-bred krogan winking at his elder.

Biting down a whimper, I stammered, “G- Grunt! C’mon, h- he doesn’t wanna hear about-“

But I was cut off by Wrex letting out a sharp bark of laughter. Stunned, I glanced at him, only for him to set one hand on Grunt’s broad, armored shoudler, and the other on my upper arm, leaning in close. I couldn’t help but blush as he got in close to my face, gazing up at his imposing figure as he loomed over me, teasingly rumbling, “Well, if he’s THAT impressive…”

With Grunt’s hand still groping at my soft, round rump, and Wrex’s meat-and-alcohol breath in my face… I coulnd’t help but get hard, blushing as my gaze flicked from the big, scarred Battlemaster, to my own smiling, krogan partner. “I- I mean…” I stammered, reflexively setting one of my hands on Grunt’s own rump, just above his nub of a tail, the other… inadvertantly slipping over to Wrex’s waist, nestling into the groove of his waist armor. “… If Grunt doesn’t mind…”

~~~~*~~~~

“Ah! Ah! F- Fuck! Slow down, kid!” Wrex yelped, his big, naked figure trembling against me as I grasped him by the hip and shoulder, slamming my hard, sloppy cock into his genital slit. My hairy, unshaved balls smacked against his dripping-wet taint, the puffy, green-fleshed lips that should have disgorged his alien cock instead getting spread open and blocked by my own pudgy figure between his legs. “Oooh, f- fuck!” the Battlemaster yelped, and I could feel his hands clinging to my shoulders.

Beside him, languidly stroking his own cock as I huffed his clan-leader’s pit and fucked his slit like a pussy, Grunt chuckled, murring lustfully. Wrex and I were naked, sweat dripping down my smooth, plump body, panting heavily as my nose and mouth nestled under Wrex’s raised arm, which I held up with one hand.

“Is he good, or what?” my tank-bred partner rumbled teasingly, hand pumping at his long, ridged cock, the tapered flesh squelching with his own lubricants.

I could barely focus on their words, too engulfed in the heady, sweaty scent of older krogan armpit stink. Panting and huffing, I pressed my face into his underarm, Wrex shivering as I inhaled deeply, dragging that spicy, intense musk into my lungs. It practically burned in my chest, heat radiating through my chest and into my cock, which pulsed as I continued to pump away at his slit.

Wrex yelped and whined, trembling against my naked body, smaller than him but with what appeared to be more energy then he could handle. His big, muscular legs hooked around my thighs for purchase as I fucked him against the bed, one of his hands clinging and clawing at my smooth, sweaty back, the other raised up over his head helplessly.

The big, dominant, older krogan male, virile and commanding as any could be, whimpered as I bucked my hips hard against his soft, warm pubic mound, feeling his slit tremble around me as he threw his head back with a submissive, needy moan.

I might have been proud of that if my whole mind wasn’t consumed in sweaty stink and sloppy alien pussy, feeling his slick, hot folds suckling at my shaft as I dragged it back, before slamming back in; the turgid shape of his buried cock flexed against my own as I slammed in, grinding and squelching and shifting in his depths, but unable to slip out with me blocking the way.

“Ooh, fuck,” Wrex whined, panting heavily, his chest heaving as I nestled and nuzzled at his armpit, inhaling his sweaty stink like a drug to fuel my pumping hips. His legs tightened against me, and the older, stronger krogan gasped sharply. “F- Fuck, kid, I’m- F- Fuck!”

I shifted, tucking one leg up onto the bed, forcing the matching leg hooked against my side to raise up and loop up over my ass, dripping with sweat and flexing with every thrust. My partner’s paternal figure yelped in pleasure as the new position let me piston hard and fast into his makeshift pussy, clenching and gushing around me, the heavy, wet plapping of our hips filling the room.

At the same time, I moaned, letting my tongue slip forward and lick, languidly and hungrily, at his dripping-wet underarm. The tingling, familiar taste of krogan sweat stung my tastebuds, sour and intense, a bit different from my beloved Grunt, but delightful all the same.

“Hehe, my boy’s a freak,” Grunt rumbled teasingly from beside us, reaching his free hand out to stroke at my soft side, encouragingly. I huffed lightly in amusement, then went in for another long, teasing lick, from the alien’s ribs up to the thick meat of his bicep, right up the middle of his damp, smooth armpit.

The sensation must have been unfamiliar, but not unenjoyable, because Wrex whimpered sharply at the sudden armpit-licking, his legs tightening all the firmer against my body as I rutted into his slit. He gasped sharply, his head thrown back and eyes wide as he clenched around my pumping cock, slamming away at his hole, the heat of krogan ‘pussy’ engulfing me and caressing my turgid member.

“F- fuck!” Wrex cried out, his slick walls clamping on my cock as I thrust into him. I could feel his buried cock flexing hard, aching and twitching and gushing alien pre against my thrusts. “K- Kid! Oh fuck, fuck, I’m- Fuck!”

He gave one last sharp yelp as I slammed into him, timing it with one last sloppy, tongue-and-lips makeout with his pit. That pushed him over the edge, and with Grunt nestled beside him, encouragingly stroking at the big, scarred krogan’s thick, armored thigh, the mighty Battlemaster and Urdnot Clan leader orgasmed around me.

“Fuck!” the krogan whined sharply, trembling legs engulfing me and holding me against him as hot, thick alien cum gushed around my aching cock in surges. A reflexive moan from me vibrated against his smooth underarm, my body dripping with both my own and Wrex’s sweat as he whimperingly orgasmed, engulfing me with both his slit and his body. “Ooooh, f- fuck, kid…” the larger male murred, shuddering as hot, off-white semen spurted messily out of his ‘pussy’, flooding down either side of my scruffy-haired pubic mound and spilling down onto the bed. I shivered, pleasured at the feeling of this mighty, whimpering patriarch’s cum spilling down my balls.

Grunt continued to stroke at his Battlemaster’s side, chuckling and murring and teasing as he pawed at his own cock. Still fully armored, he stood out sharply against my and Wrex’s naked forms, writing and twitching on the bed beside him as he jerked off to the sight, smell, and sound.

“Damn… Not bad, babe,” my partner murred teasingly, gazing down beneath my pudgy gut to get a peak at the cum-gushing pussy around my cock. “Not just ANY man can make a Krogan Battlemaster cum from a hands-free slit-fucking, hehe.”

“Ooh… Oh fuck,” Wrex stammered, sounding dazed as I gave his pit one last loving lick, gulping his sour sweat before shakily leaning up from him, keeping my cock buried in his slit.

I panted heavily, both from exertion and from the stinging scent of krogan armpits still filling my burning lungs. Shifting my grip to the big, scarred battelmaster’s sides, I leaned up, tucking my other leg up under his thigh so that both of his legs had to hook up around my fat middle. He didn’t seem to mind, whining slightly as a new surge of his cum spilled, hot and thick, from his quivering slit. “H- How…” I started, before catching his pleasured, dazed gaze, and offering a more confident smile. “How was that, Battlemaster?”

Wrex panted a few more breaths, then, matching Grunt’s proud gaze from my side, he grinned toothily. “Not fuckin’ bad, kid,” he murred, and I could feel his slick slit walls clench around my still-hard dick. “Mmf… Didn’t cum, did you?”

Flushing at that, I lowered my head a bit. “Ah… S- Sorry. Takes me a bit, sometimes, er-“

“Not at all, kid,” the big battlemaster rumbled, his broad, sweaty chest still heaving with exhaustion from his orgasm. It was definitely tapered off, but still drooling out of his hole, which trembled pleasurably around me. “Mm… In fact, I might just be ready for a round two.”

“Uh-uh, Wrex,” Grunt chuckled, stroking my slick back, shifting to sit up. “He’s MY partner, so I want his load.”

Wrex gave a bit of a teasing scowl at that. “I’m the damn clan leader,” he rumbled, sitting up and hooking an arm around my neck. I blushed at that, the oddly domineering gesturing tugging me against his plump, muscular tits.

I gulped, tugging a bit back from his sweaty chest, reluctantly to be sure. “Well… If you’re BOTH that cock hungry, heh,” I chuckled, heart thumping and cock pulsing as I dragged it out of Wrex’s slit with a squelch of rushing krogan nut. “You… COULD both just suck me off?”

The two krogan’s seemed stunned a moment, staring at me. Then, shared a look and a smirk. “I think I can work with that, babe,” Grunt agreed, licking his lips.