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Being a commanding officer wasn't all shiny blue aquariums and glass display cases. It was hard and deadly work, and the pleasures were few. In her N-training days, she'd dealt with it by getting utterly shitfaced in her downtime; now, she was forced to sit around and watch as the rest of her crewmates got smashed without her, since a CO too drunk to command spelled certain doom for the Normandy.

Every day she made her rounds, and talking to her crewmates was damn near the closest approximation to pleasure she got (besides seeing the fountain of blood spewing from a Vorcha neck when she blew its head clean off its shoulders). But again, she was forced to sit behind a now-familiar mask of command. Her spiel with Kaidan taught her that getting too close or personal with any of her crew inevitably led to problems. The crew gossiped worse than a senior Bingo club: the day after she'd slept with Kaidan on the SR1, Liara had burst into tears on sight and Garrus would hardly look at her.

What she needed was a way to blow off steam after a tough mission, or burn away some of her downtime during shore leave so she didn't get depressed as fuck thinking about how they were probably going to lose half their crew in this stupid mission, and how that would make Virmire look like a stroll on the Presidium.

What she needed was sex. No strings, no bullshit--just someone to hold her down and fuck the shit out of her, to give her a reason other than rage to scream. But everyone on the ship was either too goddam in love with her (Garrus, Jacob), too much of a gossip (Jacob, Zaeed), or anatomically incompatible (Garrus, Thane).

Except for one.

She made her way towards the lab. The door opened before her, revealing a bored Grunt standing on the other side of the room.

Shepard didn't have a krogan fetish, mostly owing to her never thinking of them sexually until just recently. They were absolutely massive creatures, all impressively well-built--two things she rather liked in humans--and Grunt here was supposed to be the pinnacle of all Krogan. At first, the four testicles thing had freaked her out, but that was before she realized that (1) it really didn't look that much different and (2) certain other aspects of their anatomy more than made up for the weirdness.

Grunt's eyes narrowed at her, wary as always when she entered. "Shepard."

"Grunt." If there were one thing to be said about Shepard's dipolomatic skills, it was that she could don a cold, indifferent mask that overshadowed her intents. "Settling in nicely?"

"There's nothing to fight." The krogan clenched his hands into fists and beat them together. "How long until the next mission? You promised powerful foes."

"Few hours," she said, frowning at his fists. She took a step closer. "I don't like seeing you this riled up. You need to figure out a way to work out some of this energy you have, soldier. If you end up punching one of my crewmates, I might just have to drop you off at Tuchanka."

The krogan growled. "Yeah. Whatever. I'll live. Just don't keep me bottled up in here for too long." He crossed his arms. "So, you got something else to say, or should I just get back to headbutting the wall?"

Shepard allowed her eyes to run over the krogan's form. This close, it seemed even more impressive than she could recall. Her gaze lingered perhaps a bit too long, because she felt a notable tingling in her groin. "So that's how a krogan keeps himself entertained down here, huh?"

Grunt snorted. "Could headbutt you instead."

"I've got a better idea." Shepard took a final step forward, putting herself as close to the krogan as she was willing to go at this point, with just a foot or so separating them. She had to look up to meet his eyes, but her commanding presence no doubt made him feel puny in comparison. "I'd like to propose an arrangement."

Grunt frowned, eyes untrusting. "What do you got?"

She reached out, dragging a hand along the exposed flesh of his arm that showed between the pieces of his armor. Grunt's eyes followed her movement, but he didn't pull away. "Something to stave off your boredom a bit, and keep me from going batshit crazy." When the final word left her mouth, the firm, plump muscle of the krogan's arm flexed against her touch. Her lips curled into a grin. "Okeer claimed that you're the perfect krogan. Why don't we put that to the test?"

"I think I like where you're going with this," Grunt rumbled. Shepard's hands went for the clasps on the krogan's armor, and when he again didn't pull away, she began undoing them. "In fact, I'll volunteer to be your test subject any time you need one." The krogan snorted. "Heh. Maybe human vessels aren't as bad as I thought they were."

It seemed Grunt was no exception to the supposedly insatiable libido of the krogan, and wouldn't dream of turning down a proposition. She finished undoing the final clasp of his leg plating, and her hands were poised to break it away. She met Grunt's eyes. "Don't think this makes us friends. You just have something I want. But the offer only stands on one condition: no one else on the ship knows. This'll be our little secret."

Grunt grinned. "Yeah? Our little secret, that the baddest human in the universe just walked into my room and begged to play with my dick?"

It'd been years since someone had made her squirm in bed. Those words, spoken in the krogan's rocky voice, made her shiver and press her thighs together. She couldn't wait any longer; it'd technically been two years since she'd had any sex, and right now, she was bordering on desperate.

She slipped off his leggings, and what she saw made her lick her lips. He certainly didn't disappoint. She leaned in and pressed her lips against his flaccid shaft, giving it a single kiss and a flick of the tongue. His taste made her flush. "God damn, Grunt..." She heard him chuckle above him. His rough, calloused hand settled on the back of her head, like he was about to push her in against his dick.

Instead, she pushed her head between his spread legs. Grunt adjusted his hips, rolling them forward such that she had the right angle to press her tongue under his tail and trace around the wrinkled surface of his pucker, conveniently leaving his heavy sac pressing right up against her face. She groaned out of her mouth, the taste from his rear and scent sac all hot krogan musk that went straight to the tingling in her thighs. Her tongue explored every square inch of the krogan's rear, first tentatively, and then eagerly, the hot groan that left her mouth muffled by his sac.

Grunt grunted. "Fuck, that's dirty." And gauging from the feeling of his rapidly-hardening shaft resting on top of her head, he appreciated every bit of it. Once she'd given his rear sufficient attention, she slowly dragged her tongue down, out from between his cheeks, over his taint, and then back up, over the surface of his quad, and then slowly up the length of his shaft. Her breath quickened as her tongue drew across inch after inch after inch of hard, pulsing krogan meat, before finally finding the tip and hungrily drawing it into her mouth. Grunt's hand pressed down on the back of her head, forcing her down on his cock until it threatened to push past her throat. She tasted his precum and it made her thighs quiver.

The groans from Grunt above her told her that this was going to be the start of a long and beautiful relationship.

Shepard liked to take her time to explore, tease, and admire, but the heat within her and the almost painful tension in her groin was begging her to move on. She'd have plenty of time to play with his dick later; now, she needed a good, hard fuck. She rose to her feet, hands moving quickly to pull down her (somewhat damp) civvies. A chuckle from grunt drew a glare from her.

"What?"

Grunt laughed. "I can smell your arousal, human. You want to get fucked by a krogan. You have any idea what you're getting yourself into?"

Her response was to slam him up against the wall and press her nearly-drooling slit up against the underside of his dick, humping against him. "I know exactly what I want, big boy." She lined up her entrance with his shaft and pressed forward, perhaps a bit too quickly. Her head split her open, and her mouth opened in a silent scream. He was big, but she could take him. She pressed forward, guiding more of her into him.

Watching her struggle to take him, he looked amused. But as soon as she adjusted enough to pull back and hump forward, sliding her tight lips on his pole, that grin on his mouth melted away.

She leaned in close. "You just gonna stand there, or you gonna fuck me?"

Grunt growled, locked his arms around he, and thrust forward. She cried out, the burning sensation of stretching overshadowed by the ecstatic, electric pleasure jolting through her from his tremendous girth spreading her open. He pulled out and slammed in again with a rough smack of his thighs to hers. A yowl left her lips, and it felt good, so very good, to cry out in pleasure like that just for the sake of pleasure.

He worked into a rhythm, and the capacity to form coherent thoughts left her. She'd forgotten how damn good this felt, when she was with someone who wasn't as meek or timid as Kaidan. All she could get out, as he began pounding hard and rough into her with all the form and power of a genetically perfect krogan, those heavy nuts smacking up against her thighs with each thrust, was two words:

"Fuck... yes...."

She wasn't sure how long it went on. All she remembered was the feeling of hot liquid dripping out of her, disappointment at him reaching climax so quickly... and then realizing that it wasn't him, but her making the mess. She first dripped, then gushed and splattered. Her climax hit her and she screamed, dimly aware of the pleased smirk on Grunt's muzzle at the absolutely ludicrous expression on his commander's face.

Pleasure overwhelmed her, pummeling her body in waves that bordered on tsunamis. Perhaps she only came that once. Perhaps she came several times. She lost count at one, too blown away by the incredible stimulation to focus on anything else, until it dimly registered that a much thicker, warmer liquid was filling her. The krogan quad certainly wasn't for show, as he pumped enough into her to overflow generously, adding to the mess on the floor of the lab.

"Goddam, soldier," Shepard breathed, clinging to the krogan's sweaty body, primarily for the purpose of not collapsing onto the messy floor, given the weakness of her limbs. They stayed like that for a while, Grunt's hardness still sheathed inside her, until she recovered enough to pull away. She headed towards the cabinet, searching for something to clean with, but Grunt tugged her back.

"The hell do you think you're going? It's two hours until you need to leave, and we're just getting started."

Shepard smirked. He'd never softened, and was still fully hard. The words 'I should go' died in her throat, replaced by a husky, "Now you're talking..."