Warlords

Shepard wasn’t sure how it’d started, but wasn’t about to complain. A three fingered hand in between her legs, a very insistent hard on pressing against her backside, and a growling krogan puffing air against her neck. All things considered, it could be worse. Fleeting worries about Grunt’s size were chased out of Shepard’s mind by another growl, and a tongue tracing along her neck. It’d work, she told herself, it has to. And if he can’t fit, then they’d just have to be creative.

Grunt pushed against her again and Shepard felt her knees go weak a little, wanting to just rip off her clothes and try it the hard way. But that might end with an embarrassing trip to Chakwas, which might include a lecture about Why Shepards Should Not Bang Krogan. That didn’t sound appealing at all. And if Miranda heard– Shepard almost groaned aloud.

“Have to be careful,” Shepard rasped at Grunt, hoping he’d listen and not just rip the crotch out of her pants. The krogan snorted, ruffling her hair a bit.

“Humans talk too much,” he said. She wondered if that was a joke or not, but krogan humor went over her head, so she let it go. No need to get confused about such funny subjects as dead turians and talkative humans. Not while she was pushed against the wall of Grunt’s makeshift den with hands– damn those hands– running along her body.

It was weird being touched by three fingers instead of five, but they seemed to be nimble enough, finding her nipples through her suit and sports bra or teasing her clit. Shepard wondered where Grunt had learned all of this for a moment before the answer hit her, the extranet.

Well, thank you extranet, Shepard thought, as Grunt’s hands did something extra clever. She moaned, pressing her butt against his crotch, getting another growl out of him. Shepard almost moaned again, the sound of Grunt’s growls were becoming quite the turn on. But, she really needed to find a better place to do this, she was always worried of Jack or Zaeed showing up. Even worse, Tali getting curious.

Shepard shook her head. “Lock the door,” she said, wanting a little bit of privacy, at least. The huge windows were still a problem, but she’d just ignore that for now. Couldn’t expect Grunt to put up curtains or anything. Something told her that if he did, they might be varren skin. Or worse, turian.

“No,” Grunt growled. “No one’s going to interrupt us.”

“Oh?”

“Told Jack, the quarian, and Zaeed not to bother us,” Grunt said, rough voice deepening. Shepard tried to make sense of this. Did he mean that he’d planned to push her against the wall? This was a premeditated molestation? Shepard had never heard of such a thing.

Grunt was pulling on her suit, and Shepard had to shift and pull his claws out of the fabric. “Stop it,” she scolded, having no intention of walking to her quarters with a torn suit. Especially not while Zaeed was in front of surveillance. “Back up a little and I’ll take it off.” Grunt huffed, impatient, but backed off long enough for her to unzip the suit and step out of it. Meanwhile, Grunt took off the codpiece of his armor.

Shepard couldn’t look away from his erection. It wasn’t so alien as to be unattractive, but it wasn’t human either. Odd little shape at the end. Shepard imagined what that might feel inside and shivered. No need to impatient, soon she wouldn’t have to imagine it. She reached a hand towards the organ, wrapping her fingers around it. Grunt stiffened and groaned, but otherwise didn’t move, just let her explore him. Shepard stroked him slowly, getting used to his different size and odd shape. The sounds Grunt was making were getting to her, making her hot. She wondered when he’d give in an shove her back against the wall.

Judging by Grunt’s normal impatience, she wouldn’t have to wait for long.

She was right, only a few moments after stroking him for just a moment, Grunt pushed her hand away, shoving her face first towards the wall. His hands wandered to her hips, gripping them tightly. She felt his spread her butt cheeks, hearing his hum of approval. This was good, very good. But, not enough.

Shepard pushed her hips further back, wanting him to push into her already. But, he didn’t, just running a finger along her slit, gathering up some of the liquid gathering there. She tilted her hips up, wanting him to hurry up. What was all this lollygagging about? She was ready, he was ready. What’s the problem?

The finger pushed into her, much much larger than a human finger. Shepard gasped, pushing back against it, wishing it were a different part of Grunt’s anatomy. She almost asked him to just get on with it already, but he predicted what she’d want, pulling his finger out as soon as he’d pushed it in as far as it would go.

He shoved her closer to the wall, broad hand on her back. “Don’t move, Shepard,” he growled, guiding his erection into her slowly. He pressed in, and Shepard gasped at the size. It had looked big, it felt big in her hand, but feeling it push into her was almost too much.

Grunt pushed his hand against her harder. “Don’t move,” he repeated, claws brushing against her back in emphasis. Shepard tried to stay still, moaning softly as Grunt pushed further in. All the way in, and Shepard felt more full than she ever had in her life. Grunt gave her a bit of time to get used to him, growling softly under his breath.

Shepard shifted against him again, the slight pain had faded and now she wanted him to move. The strong hand against her back wouldn’t let her move enough to please herself, but hoped Grunt wouldn’t take too much time in preparation.

Shepard didn’t have to wait long at all. Grunt moved slowly, getting used to the new sensation of being enveloped by strong, wet muscles. Shepard moaned happily as he moved, even though she was sure that if he went too fast, she could get very hurt. Didn’t matter, it felt good, damn good.

Slightly faster, and Shepard could feel the familiar clench in her lower abdomen, a warm sensation spreading throughout her body and making her legs tremble. Could feel him growl, louder this time, rumbling through her body like thunder.

And then, Grunt moved with more vigor, hips driving against her roughly. The only thing keeping her from collapsing against the floor was the strong hand on her back. Grateful for the support, she let her body relax into the strong pumps of Grunt’s hips, letting herself get lost in the rhythm. Growling almost constantly, a dull rumble that was more felt than heard.

Even faster, and Shepard couldn’t stop moaning, pinned to a wall by a krogan and loving it. Closed her eyes and just reveled in the force of Grunt pumping into her, the friction making her melt.

Grunt grabbed her thighs, hand no longer shoved up against her back. He lifted her slightly, spreading her legs. Shepard had her hands up against the way, face shoved into the metal. Not the most comfortable position, Shepard thought, but then Grunt started moving again and she forgot how to think.

Fingers curled against the metal with her mouth open wide. Legs spread for a krogan. If she were in any other state of mind, she would be embarrassed. But, she was close, damn close, and she could tell from the way Grunt’s growl was deepening and from how raspy his moans were getting, he was close, too.

Felt her muscles tense up, and almost yelled from how much more intense that little clench made everything. It was too much, pushing her over the edge. Her body squirmed from the intense sensations, Grunt still thrusting into her. Then, finally, she heard a strangled roar as Grunt came, flooding her with his seed.

Panting and exhausted, they stayed where they were, both still overcome with pleasure. Eventually, they would have to move, but for now both were happy enough to stay where they were.