Warlords

Commander Shepard visits bars, Aethyta thought with surprise as the human in question downed another drink. And she has krogan buddies, or buddy, from what she could see. But, where there was one krogan, there were probably more. And they probably all fight all the time. Krogan. What could you do?





Even so, the krogan in particular was weird. It looked young, real young, like it’d only been in the mortal coil for a couple of decades. Aethyta thought of the achingly long stretch of years she’d lived and couldn’t imagine being so new.



The kid didn’t talk much, just sort of growled at everyone who came too close to his commander. The other human, a scarred up mess with heterocromatic eyes, they’d come in the bar with was off with the bachelor party, making friends with the strippers. Guy didn’t look like he’d gotten much action, been pent up in a space boat for too long.



She looked back at the little kid krogan. Aethyta tried not to focus on how strong the slightly exposed arms looked. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d done it with a krogan. Last time had been very interesting, the krogan she’d last been with had some very interesting and sensitive scars. Playing with them had been entertaining to say the least.



Aethyta looked over the krogan again, memories tinging her mind with arousal. Maybe the kid would be a nice distraction. And the commander didn’t seem to be needing him for any battles soon, not with how fast the human was going through her drinks.



She glanced at her omni-tool, checking the time. Her shift was almost up.



Flirt a little with body language, she thought, if this kid’s really as young as he looks, he’ll probably give in and make his own move. She leaned on the bar counter, looking over him appreciatively. The krogan didn’t seem to notice. She was practically drooling at him.



Cursing the obliviousness of males in general, she decided to try to chat him up, to at least get his attention.



“Hey, krogan,” she said, looking at the krogan. “You got a name or do you expect people just yell ‘hey krogan’ at you?”



The krogan snorted and ignored her. Shepard didn’t seem to be aware of Aethyta’s intentions.



“Fine,” she said. “The name’s Aethyta. Want a drink?”



“No,” the krogan growled. Aethyta felt her body react to the growl. Odd, usually her sex-drive didn’t react so fast. Age creeping up on her. She had to get with this male.



“Anything else you want?” She offered, innuendo thick in her voice.



The krogan looked her up and down, or at least he looked over what he could see over the counter. She noticed how blue his eyes were. Very, very blue. You’d think being an asari would ruin that color for her, but that shade was more than appealing.



“Maybe. It depends on what you can offer.”



“Half an hour and my shift’s over.”



“I’ll be,” the krogan looked at Shepard. “Here. Waiting.”



—



Being pushed into the bed by a strong male. Aethyta had forgotten how great this felt. She could feel strong muscles between her legs, wrapped around his waist. This krogan didn’t have the scars she was used to playing with. But the simple smoothness of his scales, not roughened by time or fighting, was exotic enough to be a turn on.



Aethyta could feel his organ pressing insistently against her, but didn’t want to hurry the experiment. “Let me up,” she rasped, pushing weakly at his chest. He sat back on his haunches, searing blue eyes glaring at her. Kids, she thought, always so impatient.



“No need to rush,” she scolded, moving to kneel in front of him. “You ever done anything like this before?” She lowered her head, licking his upper thighs.



“No.”



Straight to the point. Not embarrassed either. She liked that sort of confidence. She moved her hands to brace herself on his thighs, trailing the tip of her tongue along the underside of his impressive organ. She flicked her tongue at the tip, watching him to gauge his reaction. He was breathing hard, head tilted so he could see her clearer. One eye fixed on her. Good, she thought, he likes it but he’s not going to try jamming his cock down my throat.



Not that it would be unwelcome.



A thought crossed her mind and she pulled away, ignoring his groan of displeasure. She quickly looked through her nightstand, pulling out a tube of flavored lube. “Stop your complaining,” she scolded, squirting a good amount into her hand. “It’ll just be a minute.”



She scooted back over, slidding the lube over his organ. He stiffened, growling at her. “Cold,” he barked.



“Yeah, yeah,” Aethyta said. “I’m sure you can take it.” She pumped him slowly, making sure the lube covered him entirely. “Some krogan you are, complaining about everything.”



A surprisingly blue eye looked her over, scowl on the young krogan’s face.



“And now you’re angry,” Aethyta continued. “Bet you won’t do anything about it, though.”



Those scaly lips slid into a smile, exposing many large teeth. Wasn’t much of a amile, Aethyta thought, more like a snarl. But, snarls are nice too.



She wasn’t surprised when he grabbed the back of her head and forced her near his crotch. This was, after all, what she’d wanted him to do. She opened her mouth, taking the tip of his organ into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it. The flavor made her salivate, which was always made for a better blowjob. The wetter the better, she remembered one of the strippers saying.



She heard the groans he was making, felt the vibrations in his chest. Vocal, she thought. Good.



He dug his claws into her head slightly, three little pinpricks. Impatient. Complying, if only to keep him from scratching up her head, she pushed lower, lips tight around the thick flesh. The lube helped, and so did her saliva. Halfway down, she decided that was far enough, not wanting to push herself with too much too soon, not after her long celibate stretch, but the krogan had different ideas, claws pushing at her when she stopped. She thought of maybe tightening her jaws a bit, make him feel her teeth.



That would probably end in her being disemboweled.



She decided that gagging was the better option and forced her way down to the base, her nose against his muscled belly. She tried pulling back, meeting those claws again. Couldn’t back up and nowhere to go. What did he want? Didn’t make sense. She could move about an inch, so she used it to bob, swallowing against the tip. She tightened her lips, tongue pushing hard against the base. Hopefully, he’d let her off once he came.



Didn’t take long for the youth to start panting, and then moaning, and then thrusting into her mouth. Aethyta took it in stride, letting herself get caught up in his enthusiasm. Younger krogan were so fun, so eager. Even if they needed a firm hand, in more ways than one.



Sighing through her nose, Aethyta found herself focusing on the flesh in her mouth. The smell, taste. The feel of the veins under the thin skin. The hardness of it. Her hands kneaded at his thighs, the smooth scales felt wonderful under her fingertips. The almost constant vibration in his chest and belly from the groans and growls spilling from his mouth were getting her more excited than she’d been in years.



She was so focused on his organ, she was almost surprised when he came, thrusting hard against her mouth. The sudden spurt of thick, sticky liquid into her already full mouth made her choke. She pulled off, the hand on the back of her head fell away limply. She swallowed, now that she wasn’t being choked, it was thick, hard to get down her throat.



“The imprints,” the krogan started, but he shook his head. “Nevermind what those are. But I know that isn’t all of it.”



Of course not, Aethyta thought, well aware of her throbbing arousal.



Pushed into the sheets again, tongue at her neck. Aethyta’s panted, wrapping her legs around him. “Don’t stop me this time,” the krogan snarled, one eye focused on her.



“No,” she said, clawing his stomach. Grinding his hips against her. He was still limp from his earlier orgasm, but she could feel him twitching, swelling slowly. Goddess bless a youth’s endurance. She bucked against him, trying to speed up the process. Wanted him, pulse quickening from her desire.



After a few moments of desperate grinding, he was hard, slick flesh sliding enticingly against her. She angled her hips, trying to get him to push inside her. He didn’t take the hint, just kept sliding against her. His hands kneaded her breasts, fingers rubbing against her nipples.



She panted, frustrated by his teasing. And then his wide tongue came into play, lapping at her breasts. He squeezed one, tongue encircling it.



“Fuck,” Aethyta snapped, back arching into his ministrations. “Just stick it in me already.”



Another grin. Aethyta almost regretted asking.



But then he slid in, lube and spit making him almost glide in. He growled again, grip on her breasts tightening. He pumped into her slowly, growls and groans spilling out of his mouth. Aethyta pushed back against him, wanting him to go faster, to pound into her.



He shifted, moving his hands to her hips and gripping them hard. And then he thrust. Hard.



“Again!” Aethyta wanted that, wanted it faster. Wanted so badly to be pushed into the sheets and just fucked silly. And krogan, especially young krogan, were good at that. Delightfully good at it.



He thrust again, and again, setting a slow but hard pace. It was driving Aethyta out of her mind with want. It felt good, yes, but it was too slow. She ached for it.



“Faster!”



The krogan snorted. “Impatience,” he growled, but he did what she wanted, pounding hard into her. “I’m not pulling out.”



Whatever, Aethyta thought, like I want you to.

He wasn’t letting up, flesh slapping against flesh. She could feel the scales on his thighs scraping her skin, knowing she’d have a rash later. Didn’t matter. All that mattered was keeping that krogan going.



Panting and moaning as he thrust into her relentlessly, Aethyta gripped the bed sheets to achor herself. She used her bit of leverage to push back against his thrusts. It made him growl in the most appealing way. She closed her eyes, losing herself to the building pleasure and sounds the krogan was making. So close, she thought, so damned close.



One thrust was particularly hard, made her moan huskily, and then another. The claws on her hips tightened, digging into her skin, almost drawing blood. The tiny bit of pain was too much for her already oversensitive body and she came, internal muscles rippling over the krogan’s member.



This sudden tightness and rippling was in turn, too much for the krogan, who thrust one more time before going rigid and jerking helplessly. Aethyta felt the thick liquid fill her and sighed, hips twitching in his grip.



He was still growling, claws still digging into her. She was too tired to tell him to ease up, content to bask in the afterglow and moan softly. Maybe grind against the limp flesh inside of her and start another round. The krogan leaned over her, sniffing.



‘You smell good,” he said. And the he pulled out of her, letting her fall to the bed.



“Huh, thanks,” Aethyta said sarcastically. “Where are you going, anyway?”



“What? We’re done.” He put his armor on quickly.



“We could do more.”



“Maybe,” the krogan said, looking at the bed, considering slowly. “My name is Grunt.”



Nice name, Aethyta thought sarcastically. But it fit him, he’d done plenty of grunting. “Maybe I’ll see you later,” she said.



“Maybe.”



And then he left, leaving Aethyta on the bed, wondering what to do next.