Warlords

Wrex tried to figure out how he’d ended up like this, panting like a varren in heat over a human female. Probably it had to do with the fact that the female in question was a formidable warrior. Not as formidable as himself, of course. But still, she wasn’t someone to scoff at. Wrex spared a glance out of his left eye towards the human in question.





Williams was, as usual, paying attention only to her rifles and nothing else. Good. Wrex didn’t want her catching him looking at her. He traced the curves of her legs with his eyes, paying close attention to the outline of muscle through her suit. Even if she did have knees that bent wrong, that muscle was appealing. He continued up to her hind end, Wrex couldn’t get over the fact that she didn’t have a tail, so he skipped over it, looking over her back instead. No hump, but he could see the way the muscles moved under her clothes, powerful.



And the way she carried herself. So brusque. Frank. To the point. It was great. She was starting to become hard to resist.



Wrex shook his head of these pointless thoughts. He was no soft-skin lover. Still, even in the heat of battle, sometimes he’d think of bending her over the nearest heap of rubble and showing her a good time. It was ruining his concentration.



He sighed, wondering what he was going to do about this pent up, useless lust. Maybe the next time Shepard decided to visit the Citadel, he could find some friendly asari stripper who could keep his mind off of it. A little voice in his mind told him that the stripper wouldn’t have the lean, hard body Williams did, or the straightforward way of thinking.



That didn’t matter, he told the voice, all he needed to do was get off.



Vaguely, the thought of Shepard crossed his mind again. She was also a warrior who happened to be female. Why wasn’t he having such a hard time with her? Wrex looked at Williams from his left eye again. Because, he thought, Shepard isn’t always here, being distracting as all hell. Shepard could be ignored most of the time, Williams couldn’t.



He sighed, deciding to just “take matters in hand”, so to speak. Maybe it would help him get his mind off of the stupid human.



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This was humiliating.



Wrex had locked himself into the Normandy’s tiny bathroom, trying to relieve some of the pent up lust with a little “me time”. And by “me time,” he meant jerking off in a bathroom. He turned his head, making sure the door was locked before taking off his codpiece. The last thing he needed was some nosy human walking in on him.



Unless it was a certain human, then it might not be so bad. Especially if she wanted to join in. He wouldn’t mind that at all.



Wrex thought it through, gripping his growing erection. She could walk in here, eyes going wide. Then, she would want to touch it, just out of curiousity. And once she’s touching it, she’s bound to want to do more. He growled, pumping slowly, imagining it was her hand.



Maybe she’d want a taste, he thought, grinning to himself. Sure. A little taste of the krogan cock she was inspecting would be very nice. Wrex licked his hand, then stroked himself again, faster. The slick scales of his palm felt good, especially after several years of ignoring anything on his body waist down.



He growled, twisting his wrist slightly as he pumped faster. She wanted it, he thought, she wanted him bad. How could he deny her?



A knock on the door wrenched Wrex from his fantasy. Oh shit was the first thing to go through his head, quickly followed by a quick thanks to the ancestors for lockable doors.



“Hey, who’s in there? Hurry it up,” some human said. He could never tell them apart if they weren’t Williams or Shepard. He only knew Kaiden because of the weird hair. “Come on, some people have to piss.”



Wrex growled, stroking faster. He’d already be done if he hadn’t been interrupted. He squeezed a bit, feeling the familiar clench of orgasm nearing. More knocking on the door, Wrex ignored it, imagining it was Williams wanting in, wanting his organ. He imagined that she’d be demanding, angry even. Angry that he’d locked the door so she couldn’t get inside.



Wrex groaned, the sound strained as he came, spurting a copious amount of thick white liquid all over the floor. Briefly, he wondered if he should have aimed better, but shook the thought off. He’d leave it as a gift for whoever cleaned up the ship. Nice little bit of krogan genetic material to brighten up their day.



He chuckled, thinking what the poor human’s expression would be. Then more knocking. Wrex had almost forgotten about that. Well, he could see too, no harm in that. He replaced his codpiece, taking a moment to wipe a bit of mess off of the tip of his organ. Then he washed his hands, ignoring any more impatient knocking.



Finally, he unlocked the door, looking at the pale face of the angry human. He let a chuckle rumble through his chest, pushing the human out of his way and striding towards the garage. He heard a disgusted gasp, chuckling again. Some people do not appreciate gifts.



It was easier to deal with Williams now that his libido was taken care of. Even Shepard, who had that same charm, was easy to ignore. Even when she was standing in front of him, like now. He looked at her, waiting for one of her questions. Always, always, questions from the Spectre.



“So,” Shepard started, crossing her arms and leaning back. “I heard someone made a mess in the bathroom.”



This was one of the questions he never wanted to answer.