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Dulak's Dick, Infected

For DreKozar

By Draconicon

Dulak settled into his cave, the Krogan shaking his head at the oncoming storm that rippled through the skies in the distance. The rays of light and radiation that would come soon would ravage anyone caught in the open, and he wasn't sure that he'd be completely safe in the tunnel he'd found, anyway. Anything was safer than being out in the thick of it, though, and he could go no further.

The clans said that they used to have ways of crossing the world at great speed, of flying through the sky as well as running upon the ground, but whatever methods they'd used were long gone. All that remained was the power of a Krogan's own two legs, and the stamina to run all day long. His hump was sun-marked, callused and rough, and the plates that ran up and down his arms and legs and along his back were roughened by the constant sandstorms that blew across Tuchanka.

But he lived. That was the important thing.

Settling back against the rock wall, Dulak double-checked that his weapons were stashed securely to one side, in easy reach, before laying his head on one arm. His loincloth slid down along his thigh, but he barely noticed; with the privacy he had here, there was nothing to be concerned about.

He closed his eyes, and slipped away into the old dreams, falling into the past that his elders had told him about. The Krogan warrior dreamed of the day when he would have a working rifle, the things that spat fire and metal with the force of the greatest of their warriors, which could penetrate even the strongest of hides. He dreamed of how he could lead more of their hunters deeper into the stormlands, where they could survive against all odds and come back with glory undreamed of. He dreamed -

That something was on his foot.

Dulak grumbled, kicking his leg a bit as he felt something sliding among the bindings around his feet. It had gotten between the hardened underside and his sole, and tickled at him lightly. When it refused to leave, the Krogan growled, rolling over and grinding his foot against the wall. Something squelched against the bottom of his foot, but he didn't bother getting up to look. It was dead, certainly.

As he settled down again, he felt the slime of the creature against his toes, spreading along. It must have been a rather large pest for it to leave that much of a mess behind, but again, he ignored it, putting out of his head. He wasn't going to get up and waste his rest because of some little pain in the ass that -

Something landed on his head. He opened one eye, staring up at the ceiling of the cave, and immediately started rolling.

Damn bugs!

He barely dodged them as a whole swarm of creepy-crawlies fell down where he had been laying. It was like a giant carpet of them, covering all of his other weapons as he lifted up a thick club.

Dulak set to work, bashing down on as many of them as he could. Most of them were quick to die, but others were more of a pain to track down and hit. The club made quick work of them, and he stomped on the ones that tried to slither on by him. With how many there were, he couldn't just let the swarm get away. They'd find some other means of getting back to him once he fell asleep, and who knew how many problems they could give him if they caught him snoozing?

The one on his head, tickly as it was, didn't bother him. He doubted it could bite through his plates, and he doubted more that it would be able to do anything more extreme than wear its teeth out. It was the swarm that worried him, and it was soon dead.

He leaned against the wall again, setting down his club as he fumbled around. He'd felt the little worm-thing moving around the back of his neck, or something, but...

Where the fuck did you go?

The little worm ended up announcing itself on the other side of his head. Dulak reached up for it, but was too slow before it pressed against the side of his head, finding his earhole. The Krogan had only a moment to realize what it was doing, and it took him too long to stop it. Sudden slime coated the side of his head, and the creature shoved itself forward, almost like a diver jumping off a cliff. It was like thrusting his hand down his mouth to get rid of something poisonous, something solid wriggling its way down his earhole and further and further into his head.

"Fuck! Get out of there, you stupid thing!"

He shouted at the top of his lungs as he fumbled, trying to get a finger into his ear to grab or pin the tail of the worm, but it was already too far in. It fell forward, his constant shaking not dislodging it in the slightest, and he could feel the pulses of more and more slime filling his head as it kept lubing its passage.

He felt a pressure inside of his skull a moment later, and groaned, pressing his hands to his head. For a moment, the plates of his body felt too tight, like he was being held in by something, but no, that wasn't right. It was just the worm. Just something pressing on his brain, but -

"Nnnngh!"

Dulak bent over, almost in half at a sudden throb from head to toe. Not pain, despite his head being invaded, but...pleasure?

Another shock, and another, his loincloth rising up and his cock beneath it getting harder and harder. It was like pain and pleasure wrapped together for a moment, and then it faded into pure pleasure. He grunted under his breath, glaring down at the bulge, knowing that it was unnatural but unable to deny the need that was building up in his system.

The chitinous loincloth fell away, revealing his cock. Hefty and hard, the tri-pointed tip stood out a good eighteen inches from his crotch, a knot slowly swelling at the base and getting bigger with each pulse inside of his skull. Dulak shook his head, clenching his hands into fists at his sides as his cock throbbed up and down, almost dancing in front of him from the sheer force of his arousal.

Another burst, then another, and he could feel...something...in his head, something whispering to him.

"Touch...stroke...touch...stroke..."

Dulak shook his head, trying to ignore the voice. If it was the parasite, then it was something that he didn't want to listen to, and if it was a hallucination, the less credence he gave it, the better. He had to ignore it, had to...focus on something else.

But that was damn hard to do when he had a throbbing hard-on between his legs that had every nerve in his body on fire. He needed to cum, needed to have something stroking, touching, licking, anything. His cock was desperate for any sort of stimulation, and he had to fight to keep from thrusting against the air in his own desperation.

Ugh...you...no...I'm not...

"Touch, stroke, cum. Touch, stroke, cum. Feel good. Feel very good."

Even that thought was almost too much for him, his hand stretching forward, almost grabbing his cock before he pulled his hand back. No, he had to hold on...had to hold out...

But that need, that powerful need was growing with every beat of his heart. The parasite in his head seemed intent on driving him to stroke or driving him to go mad without it. His cock was drooling, spitting pre across the cave floor, and his four balls were pulsing and churning as they worked to replenish everything that he was building up inside of him. He swore that they were bigger than usual.

He had to think of a way out, but there was no way that he was going to think of anything when he was feeling like this.

Just one...just one won't fuck with me too much, he hoped. He lifted one hand, hesitated as he glanced down at his throbbing, drooling, bulging member, and grabbed hold.

"Fuck!"

Dulak slumped forward, his cock so sensitive that even that almost pushed him over the edge. He supported himself on one arm and both legs, stroking his cock as fast and hard as he could even as the pulses kept running down his spine. In short order, he was humping his hand, fucking the space between his fingers as eagerly as he had ever rutted a mate. Everything just felt so much better than anything else he'd ever experienced, even the strange sensation of his balls growing and swinging forward to meet his hand.

His knot had swollen to almost full size, and he knew that he could push himself over the edge if he grabbed it, gave it a squeeze. It was always a guarantee for a Krogan to get off that way, but still, he hesitated. Some small part of his brain that could halfway function knew that this was what the parasite wanted. Why? What would he be giving up if he just let himself cum then and there?

Gotta...gotta...

Unable to even think about what he needed to do anymore, Dulak gave in. His hand slipped back to his knot and he squeezed, sliding his grip from the middle to just behind it.

The results were explosive. He screamed out at the top of his voice, his cock throbbing and blasting cum all over the cavern floor. His seed spread in thick ropes and rivers into a giant puddle, and the stink of sex rose through the air until it was all he could smell. Dulak panted, his body tingling from head to toes, and he could barely move, let alone keep stroking himself.

As he knelt there, his body shaking, he felt the pulses slow, but the parasite remained. Was it fed? He could feel some sort of suction in the back of his mind, almost as if something was being pulled from his mind and feeding the parasite, but he couldn't think of what it was. Maybe he should risk the storm, get back to camp. The elders there might be able to save him from...from...

His mind blanked slightly, and he realized that he could no longer remember where the camp was...but he had a horrible feeling that the parasite would know.

Another pulse, and his cock throbbed right back up. Groaning at the overwhelming pleasure, Dulak fell onto his back, his hands pumping his cock already, trying to get rid of that lust so he could think about what was happening.

The End