Warlords

It started the same way it always started. Shepard would go down to the garage and talk to the team members, listening carefully to what they had to say. Generally, she would start by talking to the shy little quarian girl, then Garrus, and then Williams.



And, at last, Wrex.





Their conversations had taken on an odd formula. They’d make small talk, end up taking a walk through the ship, and then the two would end up in a deserted room. This time, they’d found some sort of maintenance room. Shepard would almost call it a janitor closet, but that would put a damper on the mood.



Not that the mood wasn’t already in jeopardy. Being shoved into a tiny room with someone as bulky as Wrex was more than a little uncomfortable.



“Couldn’t we have found somewhere more roomy? My quarters are just up there,” Shepard protested, wiggling against the growling krogan.



“Here’s fine, stop whining,” Wrex said shortly, breath ruffling her hair. It was sort of like being molested by a friendly horse, except the horse was reptilian and also very grumpy. Shepard sighed, knowing there was no point in arguing with the merc, especially since he’d already taken off the codpiece of his armor. It was hard to protest when something hot and insistent rubbed against her crotch.



“Fine, but you have to move like– yeah, like that, if you want me to take this jumpsuit off,” Shepard grumbled, still not happy with their surroundings.



“If your quarters are just right up there, why don’t I tear a hole?” Wrex asked, licking her neck. “You can just walk up there and get another suit once we’re done here.”



“That’s not going to work,” Shepard protested, trying not to whimper as Wrex’s wide tongue slid along her neck. “People might see.”



“Thought you got off on that sort of thing,” Wrex said, grinding his hips against hers. Shepard bit her lip to keep from making any noise. “Isn’t that why you keep bringing me to these rooms?”



“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Shepard said, almost ripping her suit as she pulled it down to her hips. “Help me get out of this thing.” Wrex chuckled darkly, warm breath on her ear. Before Shepard could react, one of Wrex’s claws shot up, deftly cutting her suit from the crotch up.



Shepard gasped, partly from the sudden gust of cold air on sensitive skin, but mostly because now she would have to be very creative on the way to her quarters in order to hide the massive hole. “Wrex!” Shepard scolded, grabbing the edges of the hole and trying to pull it together. Wrex only chuckled again, she thought the krogan might be mocking her a little.



Wrex shifted against her again, strong arms grabbing her thighs and forcing them apart. Shepard groaned as Wrex’s slick erection slid against her slit, a rush of arousal making her dizzy. She hooked her legs over his waist, grinding against him slowly, enjoying the groans she got out of him.



“Like I was saying,” Wrex said, voice a bit huskier than usual. “This is some kind of fetish, being fucked in places where your crew might find you.”



“It’s not,” Shepard said angrily. “I think you’re projecting on me.”



“”Oh, I’ll project on you all right. Didn’t know you like that sort of kinky stuff,” Wrex said. Shepard shook her head, not bothering to explain what she meant.



“Lets just… do this already,” Shepard said huskily, grinding against him again. Wrex chuckled again, but didn’t say anything, thankfully.



Wrex pushed the tip of his erection into Shepard, amazed as always at the intense warmth of her. He groaned, but resisted pushing further into her. “You want the rest of this in you?” She didn’t answer, pulling herself down his shaft, whimpering softly. He could feel her legs shaking around his hips. “Yes you do,” he rasped into her ear. “I wonder what the rest of the crew would think if they knew you were in here with a krogan’s dick shoved inside you.”



He pulled out halfway, claws scratching at her thighs. “I bet you’d like them knowing,” he said, mouth still on her ear. “Bet you’d get hot from that.” Slowly, he pushed back in, sighing as she squeezed him tight. “Maybe we should do this in the middle of the garage some time, give Williams something to gawk at.”



Shepard groaned, imagining being bent over the mako and fucked senseless. Maybe if the garage was clear of people, she thought. Then, there would be no problem. “We could try it out,” Shepard panted. “So long as the garage is empty.” Wrex snorted, pulling out of her slowly again.



“Garrus is glued to the mako, Williams is always cleaning. That guy, the gun-selling-guy, he’s always there too,” Wrex said. “No way it’ll ever be clear.”



“Maybe if a certain merc yelled at them, they’d leave,” Shepard said. “Now, damn you, are you going to fuck me or not?” Wrex laughed at her impatience, but complied, slowly pumping in and out of her. He’d pull out almost to the tip before thrusting, hard, back inside of her. The combination of slow and hard was quickly driving Shepard crazy. “Good,” she moaned, letting her head fall back against the wall of the closet. “Good, oh, Wrex.”



“Commander Shepard likes krogan dick,” Wrex rasped in her ear, punctuating each word with a thrust of his hips.. “I can see it on the news streams now.”



“Shut up,” Shepard said weakly, biting her lip to keep from moaning. She could feel the krogan smile against her neck, knowing he probably had a smug look on his face. Didn’t matter, so long as he didn’t stop, he could smile all he wanted. She shifted against him, trying to angle her hips for more stimulation.



Wrex moaned, the rumbling sound filling Shepard with desire to hear it again. He sped up his pace, hips moving rhythmically against hers, rubbing against the sensitive nub at the top of her slit. It was too much for Shepard to take without squirming, her hips grinding against his frantically.



The two of them moved desperately against each other, breaths coming in short gasps and rasping moans. Wrex dug his claws into Shepard’s hips, pulling her into his thrusts. Shepard moaned helplessly in his grip, wanting nothing more than to be fucked, head almost hitting the wall of the closet from the force of Wrex’s pounding.



A few more rough thrusts and Wrex groaned, hips jerking as he came inside her, seed filling her up. Shepard moaned, bucking against him as she orgasmed as well, muscles clenching around him



“Thought… thought you were going to be projecting on me,” Shepard panted once she could form sentences again.



“Change of plans,” Wrex said, panting as much as she was. He lowered his head, nuzzling against her, tongue tracing the muscles in her neck. “I think I might tear the rest of that suit off of you and explore a little.”



Shepard grinned. Krogan endurance was quickly becoming one of her favorite things.