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The low hum of the Normandy's eezo core was interrupted with little but else but the occasional thrumming of its metallic hull. The noises of an active crew that normally occupied the ship's soundscape were muted, replaced by light conversations, muted snores, and the occasional bump. For the Normandy was currently simulating a night cycle, and most of its crew were taking full advantage of it.

Commander Shepard however, wasn't.

Shepard ran his fingers through his neatly trimmed hair, eyes slightly puffy and red as he examined the latest reports on the drive core. Chief Engineer Lt. Adams had been raising concerns about dips in efficiency. Considering how deep in the Attican Traverse they were, any issues with the drive core could be critical.

Shepard thought he had just the solution though. A few conversations with his navigator, and several hours of poring over the Galaxy later, Shepard had a mission in mind. One that required the talents of a very strong, and very large friend he had made only very recently. One that put most of the Humans on this ship on edge but had earned Shepard's respect and trust after several successful missions together.

Admittedly, he had earned more than Shepard's respect.

There were more feelings there, Shepard knew. Shepard's eyes drifted off from the pad in his arms, the rhythm of his footsteps fading. Something about the powerful Krogan had been stirring a few thoughts in him. Thoughts about those broad arms, that deep voice, his entire stature, and the ever-elusive q-.

Shepard shook his head. What the fuck?

These thoughts were not befitting of a Commander. He knew Wrex was waking something up inside of him, but for the sake of the crew, he would have to put an end to that quickly. He was a brother in arms, nothing more than that.

Shepard coughed, realizing he had come to a stop in the garage while he had been daydreaming. He steadied his legs, and took a deep breath, doing his best to ignore the raging hardness tucked away in his uniform pants. He was going to meet a coworker to assign a mission to him. That's what mattered most right now.

He checked his Omni-tool. Wrex' recently appointed room was very close.

Deep breath. Think of… a decrepit, horrible old Volus.

Alarmingly, that wasn't as effective in killing his raging lust as he had hoped. Shepard sighed, coming to a stop in front of Wrex' door. Without too much thought, he knocked on it, going back to the pad and making a few edits to the mission parameters. Add some precise language here, delete some insensitive comments from EXO Pressley over there…. Why isn't he answering? Shepard knocked the door again, louder this time.

*SLAM*

In almost no time the door opened, and Shepard found himself face to face with the barrel of a gun held by a very angry, and very naked Wrex.

“SHEPARD!" Wrex roared, “If you're going to burst into my quarters at this hour, it better be to service me."

Shepard didn't flinch. He was trained enough not to. But internally, he was a whirlwind. Every instinct in his body screamed at him to jump away, but the sight of Wrex' naked form, the raw strength on display, every muscle flexing slightly, showing off Wrex' strength everywhere, and finally… a very thick semi rising between Wrex' legs, glinting in the dim night lights of the Normandy, still covered in the fluids released by the Krogan's nocturnal activities.

“Either get out or get in here and…" Wrex voice dipped lower, gruff but steeped in lust, “…brace yourself."

Commander Shepard knew he had to step away. Now was his chance. He would apologize, leave Wrex to his business, and like a true professional Alliance commander, take a nice cold shower and wait till lights-on to organize the mission.

He gulped, and with a decisive step… entered Wrex' room.

There wasn't much space in the tiny hallway already occupied by the big Krogan. As he stepped in, he felt a wave the Krogan's masculine scent wash over him. Shepard couldn't help but take a deep breath, feeling the smell of a warrior fill his lungs entirely. His knees buckled.

He heard a low, rumbling laugh from Wrex, and before he could react, Wrex moved his free arm to grab the side of Shepard's neck. Except with how big Wrex' hand was, he was practically holding the side of Shepard's face too.

“I should've known. Only Commander Shepard could be crazy enough to actually want this…" he rumbled. In any other situation, a Krogan holding a Human like this would've probably meant that the Human was going to meet a very abrupt end. Indeed, somewhere deep inside Shepard, he could feel a primal fear. Wrex *could* kill him instantly right now in any number of ways.

But he glanced at Wrex' eyes, and he saw no hatred. A little annoyance, sure. But it was quickly being replaced by something else. Something that stimulated the fear deep inside Shepard, but also a separate desire that he had deeply locked away. And somehow, Wrex could see that in him.

The Krogan curled a finger, rubbing it over Shepard's soft lips. His touch was firm but measured. He parted his lips with it, pushing his mouth open. Not even asking Shepard for how he felt about this. He did not need to. Shepard could tell that Wrex knew he was loving this. Wanting this. Needing this.

The Krogan grinned, huffing like a bull. A wave of hot air washed over Shepard's face, and suddenly he found his mouth full of Wrex. It was merely his finger, but it was still thick, firm, and unyielding. Just like the rest of the Krogan. Without thinking, without even a moment of hesitation, Shepard sucked. His tongue curled around that finger, and he sucked tightly, obediently. His eyes fluttered as he felt a rush of submissiveness rise through his body, and he looked straight into Wrex' eyes.

Wrex' eyes instantly widened. Shepard could tell he was stirring something fierce inside the Krogan, and he was about to see the consequences for his actions. Some very powerful consequences indeed.

The Krogan leaned in and growled into Shepard's ear, “You have no idea what you're getting yourself into, boy." Wrex spoke in his baritone voice, curling his finger within Shepard's mouth to emphasize just how thick it was. And it was just his finger.

Shepard felt a shiver run through his body. Wrex grinned.

“Out there, you're the commander. In here…" Wrex licked up along Shepard's neck. A long, warm lick that forced Shepard to let out the first moan of the night, “You're a toy. A toy for a Krogan who hasn't been able to breed a tight little hole like this mouth of yours-“ Wrex pulled his finger, and then pushed it back, the slurping noise of Shepard's tongue filling the room, and causing Shepard to blush, “-for months."

Wrex bit Shepard's ear, running his tongue over it too. “And I'm going to relish every single second of this, Human…" his low whisper reverberated through his body. “When you finally get to walk out of this room… you're going to think you're having my pups."

Shepard knew he was toast, and that he was going to love every moment of it.

“Now…" Wrex rumbled, tilting his head while surveying the smaller Human, “Do you care for your uniform?"

Shepard blinked, “My… uniform? I- not particularly-“

“Good"

“Huh? OHMF-!" Shepard barely had a moment to react before he heard a loud rip! With surprising speed and incredible strength, Wrex ripped Shepard's uniform from neck to end, exposing his skin to the warm air of the room. Try as he might, Shepard couldn't move. He realized Wrex had him in a firm hold and had pinned him up against the wall at some point. He heard a growl from the Krogan as he ran his other hand over Shepard's abs and then his chest, roughly pinching his nipple. Shepard cried out as a wave of pleasure surged through him. Wrex boomed with a laugh, “Hah! Always fun to toy with you little Humans. It's almost like you're designed to be played with."

Wrex continued to toy with Shepard, pinching him, stroking him, muttering about just how soft and pliable he was, and Shepard couldn't help but burn with anticipation and desire. He knew the Krogan could see his throbbing bulge, but the Krogan was taking his time to get there. His was nothing compared to what the Krogan was sporting. Shepard's eyes widened as he noticed the girthy monster that pulsed between Wrex' thick legs. Slightly ridged and powerful, it rose in a gentle arc, proudly standing to attention. Waiting to thrust into something tight and warm. Waiting to conquer and flood another womb full of seed.

“Like a moth to a flame." Shepard heard Wrex' smug voice, and his eyes widened. He looked up to find that Wrex had seen exactly where he was looking. He had been, perhaps by instinct, suckling on Wrex' finger needily. And the grin that currently sat on Wrex' face indicated that he was going to take full advantage of this intel.

“I saw how you looked at me when we first met. And when you saw those Krogan in Chora's Den. I noticed how those Human cheeks of yours turned a little pink whenever you saw me in the gym. Every single time, without fail." Wrex moved his hand slowly, tantalizingly along Shepard's torso, bringing it up to a shoulder, while his other hand pulled out of Shepard's mouth with a noisy slurp. “Well, boy… here's your chance." Wrex shoved Shepard onto his knees, folding his arms and widening his legs, “Worship your superior."

Shepard nearly came right there and then.

That rush of submission quickly overwhelmed him again, and he let out a happy moan, caring less and less about how un-commander-like he was being, and instead being the good little obedient Human that Wrex expected of him. Shepard wasted little time, pushing his face right up against Wrex' legendary quads. He took a deep breath, filling his lungs with the source of that powerful warrior's musk, while planting a kiss on one of those weighty balls. Shepard's hands roamed the muscular expanse of the Krogan's body, reverently caressing every muscle, every plate of natural toughened armor that covered the Krogan's body. He found himself wrapping his arms around just one of Wrex's thighs, realizing just how much power and strength was in his legs alone. Moaning again, Shepard moved upwards, slowly running his tongue over the throbbing shaft that was the source of his most secret fantasies over the last several months.

“Gooooooood boy…." Wrex growled, and Shepard looked up into his eyes. He couldn't help but feel a surge of happiness at those words.

Damn… he thought, somewhere in the back of his nearly overwhelmed mind, Nothing, no one has ever made me feel like this. And Shepard knew he was enjoying every moment of it.

But now, there was no more room for thought. His tongue reached the crown of the Krogan's cock, and Shepard found himself wrapping his lips around the thickest cock he'd ever seen. No Human had even come close to this. And how could they? Krogan were a class of their own, and Wrex was one of the best of his kind.

Shepard felt a fiery sense of pride inside of him as this thought ran through his head. Slurp, his lips made a wet sound as he sucked on the head, tasting the rich pre that promptly flowed over his tongue. A shiver of pleasure ran through the Human's body, but he did not stop. Pressing forward with a huff, Shepard sucked and slurped, taking more and more of the Krogan's cock, determined to take it all. But it was a struggle… Wrex was thick, and his throat could only go so f-

He felt a weight upon the back of his head, and Shepard let out a soft, worried noise. But there was no room for that. He felt Wrex push down on his head, and all the helpless little sounds from his throat wasn't going to stop the Krogan from pushing him down. Shepard's jaw widened, more than it had ever before. He felt tears well up and run down his cheeks, and his inner submissive cried out in delight. For once, Commander Shepard was under a big, strong male's control. And it delighted his every atom.

Wrex rumbled, and Shepard felt it through his entire face and neck. He whimpered, suckling on the thick spire that was pumping precum into his gullet. Somehow, he had been pushed so far deep that he could see only an inch left before him. He could feel every other inch of that thickness gently pulsing inside his mouth, turning his throat into Wrex' wet, warm little cock-holster.

And then slowly, impossibly, Wrex began to fuck. First with gentle, shallow thrusts, but slowly his pace grew. Shepard couldn't help himself. The sounds coming out of his throat would get him fired from the Alliance and stripped of his rank if they ever got out of this room, but somehow even that just added to the delight of it all. Here he was. Commander Shepard, savior of the Citadel, champion of its Council and begrudgingly appointed hero of the Alliance… on his knees with his throat being used like a fleshlight by a Krogan. And used like a fleshlight he was indeed, because the Krogan had wrapped his hand – the very same one that tested his mouth earlier – around the Human's throat, feeling it bulge each time his cock inevitably stretched it, and feeling his own rumbles and growls vibrate through the Human's muscles, knowing that each time Shepard was feeling every second of it.

“This… is where you belong, boy…" Wrex growled, and Shepard could only helplessly whimper in response, “On your knees, servicing a Krogan with those soft little lips of yours stretched around a real cock." Wrex thrust deep as he spoke, illustrating his point, deliberately overwhelming Shepard to sear this memory deep within his mind.

“Ffffuck…. When I get you to Tuchanka…"

Thrust!

Gluck!

“I'm going to strap you to a chair….="

Thrust!

Whimper

“And you're going to be bred hard… by every single member… of Clan Urdnot!"

With a powerful thrust that drove Shepard wild with submissive pleasure, Wrex came. He felt every pump of the Krogan's cock, shooting thick, warm cream down his throat and into his stomach. The sensation overwhelmed Shepard, and he could only helplessly gulp as he felt his insides rapidly fill up. A small thought in the back of his mind regretted not being able to taste it.

But he wouldn't have to wait for long. It seems a Krogan has a lot more to pump out than a Human. And Wrex certainly didn't fall behind. With a powerful grunt, he pulled back, filling Shepard's mouth with creamy Krogan cum, before splattering his face, chest, and shoulders with the strong-smelling seed too. Shepard panted, watching Wrex come down from his orgasmic high, still pumping out weaker and weaker spurts of cum. He realized he was going to smell like Krogan for a very long time.

Finally, Wrex stopped shooting. Eyes closed, panting, he looked like he had run a marathon. His muscular body glistening with sweat under the dim blue lighting, with his thick cock out, dripping with the last remnants of cum… Shepard couldn't help but think it was the hottest sight he had ever seen.

“Holy…. Fuck… that was incredible…" Shepard managed to say, his voice hoarse from the battering it had just received.

Wrex only laughed in response. A slow, smug laugh. Shepard noticed a growing grin on his face and felt himself shrink slightly.

“I'm not quite done with you yet, boy_._" Wrex growled, “You look perfect down there… stuffed and drenched with a warrior's seed." Wrex reached out and gently slapped Shepard's cheek, sticking his cum-slick fingers into the Human's mouth and forcing him to suck them clean.

“But I said you're only leaving when you're so stuffed with my cum that you could swear you're making some new warriors of our own." Wrex growled, and suddenly pulled the Human up from underneath his arms, “And we're not quite there yet."

Shepard gulped, feeling the cum flow down his throat. That mission was going to have to wait. This was going to be a long, wonderful night.