Meeting Grunt

My votes: Appearance #1, Paragon, Biotics, Grunt

Winning Choices: Appearance #2 (2 Votes), Paragon (2 Votes), Biotics (2 Votes), Grunt (2 votes)

Shepard walked into Grunt's room on the engineering deck. As the heavy metal door automatically swung shut behind her, the Commander watched Grunt. The hulking young krogan was working on modding out his shotgun. It would seem no level of carnage would ever be enough for the vital alien warrior.

"Shepard? What is it? I'm working on my gear." Grunt said, looking up from his weapon.

"Get out your cock." Shepard said bluntly.

"My what?" the krogan asked, some confusion creeping into the booming bass of his voice.

"You heard me. We're about to go through the Omega 4 Relay. We could both be dead in a few hours. I need to fuck."

"...Right. Work out the tension. I understand." the tankborn krogan said. He'd followed Shepard's every command in a few dozen firefights. This one was a little different, but he complied.

It was everything Shepard had hoped. Over a foot long and thick, thicker than any human's she had ever seen, and she had seen a few. Reaching out she put a hand around it, or came as close as she was able. Her black fingers looked so slight and delicate compared to this much unadulterated krogan masculinity.

And beneath the fat and hard behemoth was Grunt's quad. Four fat testicles, each the size of grapefruits, brimming with seed. Shepard had spent many a night on this ship climaxing from her omni-tool, watching vids of krogan creampies and facials. Maybe now she would be on the receiving end.

Grabbing her shirt, Shepard lifted it off and threw it aside, the Cerberus-logoed garment draping over Grunt's workbench. Miranda had done a hell of a job putting her back together, Shepard knew. The perfect skin, the tight stomach, the nice tits.

"Like what you see, Grunt?" Shepard said. Of course, she had a better indicator of that jutting past her hip than anything Grunt could ever say. His alien cock already seemed worked up, like he was hurtling towards some sort of krogan breeding frenzy.

"I've got extranet, Shepard. I've seen naked humans before." Grunt said, with something of a smirk. Trying to play it cool, Shepard thought. Well, there were ways around that.

"We monitor your extranet access, you know. We know enough to bet that seeing is all you've done, my tankborn friend."

Shepard inwardly smiled at Grunt's faltering response. Even with his mighty footlong cock on full display, that had blunted his confidence a little.

"Hnh. We're on a mission, Shepard. It doesn't leave time for such trifling diversions."

"We have time tonight. This is gonna happen, unless you say something now." Shepard said, fondling Grunt's cock, idly jerking it. Grunt remained silent. Even when her fingers danced down to his quad. The krogan's balls were vast and hot. So sensitive and yet so strong. The alien texture of his most sensitive area only further convinced her how right this was.

Shepard unbuttoned her crew pants, stepped out of them. Next, her panties came off. She put them around the head of Grunt's prick, pushed them further down his immense shaft. Bare ass naked, and her panties dangling from Grunt's cock, she put herself up against the krogan.

"You ready for this?" Shepard asked. "I helped you become an adult in combat on Tuchanka. Now I'm gonna help you the other way."

Grunt smiled eagerly.

"Let's do this, Shepard."

-

"Shut the hell up!" Jack cried out, tossing and turning on her bunk. It had been long minutes of the cacophony from above. The krogan's deep and rumbling... well, grunts and Shepard's wails, gasps and moans. Worst thing was, Jack knew just how thick the walls on this ship were. The fact the sound was still carrying through was... disturbing.

She considered hurling a biotic punch at the nearest bulkhead, hoping that might shut them up, but ultimately decided she didn't need the shit EDI would give her.

"Ugh, this is bullshit!" Jack groaned, wrapping a pillow around her ears.

-

Shepard screamed in Grunt's face. There was no pretending it was anything else. A full-throated top of her lungs scream right in the krogan's face as she rode his cock. He could take it. That was the beauty of fucking a krogan. Anything she could dish out, Grunt could take. Even before the cybernetics, that hadn't been true of all men of her own species.

The krogan's massive phallus was deep inside her, making her feel a way she never had before. Grunt was on his back in the cargo hold, Shepard atop him. His powerful, pincer-like fingers gripped her thighs like a vice, holding her in place as they rutted like varren in heat.

The scream died in Shepard's throat, turning to moans and gasps, words would not come as she had. The commander had climaxed twice now, Grunt seemed nowhere near to being done. Dr. Okeer had engineer Grunt to be the perfect warrior, Shepard thought, as she swung her head back. Her thin braided dreadlocks swept back, clattering against her sweaty back in a pleasant manner. Perfect combat skills were one thing, it seemed like Okeer had helped Grunt achieve near-perfection in something else, as well.

In the heat of the moment, and with the heat of his greatest creation's cock inside her, Shepard couldn't help but feel her dislike of the warlord, her discomfort with his methods, soften momentarily.

But she needed more. Taking in the sight of her cumming her brains out, Grunt's pace had abated. She couldn't let that happen. Leaning forward, as much as she could with her thighs caught in the vice of rutting krogan fingers, Shepard looked directly into Grunt's massive blue eyes.

Harder, faster! She wanted to say. In her state, euphoric with orgasm, it came out more like two extended moans "Haah! Faah!" that and a dribble of drool, directly onto the krogan's chestplates. She could tell from the look in her new lover's eye that Grunt knew what she want, but Shepard didn't intend to leave any room for ambiguity.

Balling up her fist, the Commander slammed her hand down onto the naked krogan's chestplate. It felt like smacking a tank, but Shepard could take it. She hit him again, and again, harder and faster. Grunt really knew what she meant know. **** was a language the krogan spoke well. Shepard and Grunt were more fluent than anyone else in the galaxy.

The krogan redoubled his efforts. Working his hips up into Shepard, he picked up speed and intensity. Every time the krogan's armoured carapace of an ass came back down, it impacted with the floor of the cargo hold, making a noticeable booming noise.

Perfect, Shepard thought. At this rate, FTL jump #3 was only seconds away. But even that seemed like too long. Drawing back her hand, she punched him again.

-

"Boy, they're really going at it, huh?" Gabby said, looking up from the patchjob she'd been pretending to do ever since the ungodly noises of the encounter in the cargo hold had started up. "Is this really okay?"

"Aye, it'll have to be." Came the response from her Scottish partner in crime. "They chose to do it, and boy are they really doing it, so close to use. We cannae be held accountable for what we're blessed to overhear."

"No I mean like, is the Normandy gonna be okay? Structurally? Those are some loud ass noises!"

"Aren't they?" Kenneth laughed. "But we should be fine. The Illusive Man put some serious money into this ship. Little did he know it would be so our beloved Commander could ride Genophage tadger in good mind."

"You're such a creep, Ken." Gabby said, trying not to let Kenneth know how much he made her laugh.

Meanwhile, by the ship's drive core, neither of the Cerberus engineers paid enough mind to their quarian companion to notice she was listening in just as intently, or that a certain suit subroutine she was running made it difficult for her to stand.

"Keelah!" Tali panted, as her nethers pulsed with vibration.

-

Shepard was up against glass. Namely the glass tube Grunt had been brought to the Normandy in. The very one he had been born from. Shepard's tits pressed up against the cold glass, and she steadied herself with a palm on each side of the tube.

"I knew this was gonna happen eventually." Shepard admitted. "From the moment I hit open."

Grunt had her aloft with one mighty paw. The other took his cock, so slick with her juices now, and toyed at her holes with it.

"And yet you held a gun to my side?" Grunt asked.

"Sure. Only sensible." Shepard laughed. "But I knew."

Shepard couldn't help but look at her reflection in the glass tube. She looked, exhausted, depleted, used, flushed, more like the Terminus whores in those x-rated krogan vids she'd watched than a woman about to lead a team into an enemy base on a suicide mission.

"I... I didn't think of you that way. At first." Grunt admitted.

"Yeah? What changed?" Shepard asked, squirming from the contact of Grunt's tip on her taint.

"You have a way in battle, Shepard. A way of blowing shit up. When you kill a Thresher, on foot, it's hard not to see someone a little different. You kill like a krogan."

"Plus, I'm a lot goddamned prettier than any krogan, right?" Shepard laughed.

"Right." Grunt asserted. He slipped his dick into Shepard's ass. Just a fraction of the tip, but she felt it.

"Not there." Shepard said. "We're going into combat soon. I need to be able to walk. That... is something for another day."

"Fine." Grunt obliged, and returned to Shepard's pussy.

-

"GRUNNNNNNNNT! Holy FUCK! GRUNT!"

Zaeed Massani looked up from the bandolier of Inferno Grenades he'd been preparing for the Collectors. He'd ignored the first few of the Commander's moans. Everyone had to blow off steam, right? When her cries of lust for the krogan carried from one side of the ship to the other, he had to pause to appreciate that.

"Not goddamn bad, kid." the grizzled merc mused. "Next shore leave, the ryncol's on me."

As pleased as he was for his krogan comrade in carnage, Zaeed had to admit to a certain level of jealousy. The Commander was a bleeding heart do-gooder, but the biotic specialist was one badass bitch, and pretty besides.

He'd hoped to be the one Shepard had come calling on when the time was right, but alas, you got to a certain age, and all the birds were interested in anymore was your war stories.

-

Shepard was trapped underneath Grunt. Every thrust the alien colossus gave piledrived her into the floor. Soaked with sweat, alien-pre-cum and bedraggled, Shepard had lost count of the orgasms Grunt had given her. Hell, the session they had had, she considered herself lucky she could remember her name was Shepard and she used to be in the Alliance military.

But she had done it. She hadn't expected to, at the start she'd figured she'd pass out while Grunt pounded away at her, but she had matched him. The young krogan was on the verge of orgasm, was trembling with the need to.

Do it, she thought, once again locking eyes with him. Fucking DO IT!

Grunt did it. The krogan's hot and hard release felt like he'd fired off his M-300 Claymore inside her. Shepard's eyes bulged with alarm and shock. This was more than she had anticipated.

Filled beyond capacity, Grunt's cum squelched out of her. He still wasn't done. The sheer firehouse pressure of the alien jizz began to propel Shepard off his cock. Grunt was not having that though. Not in the moment of his first release. Grabbing her thighs, Grunt rammed her back onto his cock with an unholy POP!, kept fucking away at her like he thought it might cure the Genophage.

Grunt came again, and again, spurts beyond reason or sanity. There was no keeping Shepard on his cock now. She slid off, lying on her back, a river of white between black legs.

Kneeling over her, the krogan threw his head back and roared, a warrior's shout that she would've heard from her own cabin, and really got going.

Fat ropes of alien cum rained down all over Shepard's body, her chest, her tits, her face, her braids. White cum, viscous and salty-smelling, on her chocolate skin.

Shepard held up her arms to deflect some of the torrent. Grunt just painted those as well.

A few more moments, and it abated, simply falling in thick drips from Grunt's flaccid yet gargantuan cock.

"That was... insane." Shepard panted. She was reminded that Grunt was special, exemplary, even by krogan standards. She was coated with the evidence. She was lying in a puddle of the evidence.

"You ever read about our biology, Shepard?" Grunt said with a laugh, sinking back onto his ass. "That's how krogan mark their territory."

Something in Grunt's tone struck Shepard the wrong way. He better not get this twisted. He could fuck her, but he would respect her.

Rising on unsteady feet, Shepard limped the step towards Grunt, closed the distance between them. Putting a couple of fingers to her pussy, she pissed on him. That's how humans mark it! she thought.

It was just a trickle, dislodging a little of his strong-smelling alien seed and running down one of his mighty, bare thighs. But the yellow liquid made plenty enough of a statement.

"Never forget." Shepard said. Standing, she was about eye level with the sitting Grunt. She put her forehead to his headplate, looked him in the eye. "Whose territory this is."

The territory of the human who popped your cherry, Shepard thought triumphantly.

"I should go." Shepard said. Grabbing her panties, she made a vain attempt to dab some of the krogan's cum from her skin with them. "I need a shower, you painted me whiter than Miranda!"

Already she knew one shower wasn't gonna do it. Even double-length, and slapping on some strong perfume, she'd come out smelling of nothing but krogan cum. Eh, she shrugged inwardly. Her price to pay.

"Shepard." Grunt said, dumbfounded over what had just happened.

-

Present day...

"Grunt!" Shepard said, overjoyed to see the krogan. It had been too long. She needed him.

"Good to see you, Commander." the krogan smiled. "I hope these jabbering politicians haven't dulled your edge."

"Not yet, Grunt, not yet." Shepard told him.

The tankborn krogan was wearing a shiny black hardsuit, and several million credits of the Spectre Armoury's experimental weaponry. Five years ago, a krogan wouldn't have gotten five feet off a Presidium elevator carrying what he was.

"Wrex sends his regards." Grunt said. "And his thanks for your recent proposal."

While Eve served on the Council as the krogan representative, Wrex was taking a hands-on, extremely proactive effort in the rebuilding work on Tuchanka post Genophage-cure.

"It's the right thing to do." Shepard said, regarding her recent proposal that certain areas of Earth too heavily damaged to support human repopulation be settled by select clans of krogan, who'd be hardy enough to make a go of it. The idea, which had ruffled some feathers amongst the Terra Nova types, had gone through without too much difficulty. Being humanity's spokesperson, and the head of the council, had some benefits.

"Besides, if they're gonna call me a krogan-lover behind my back, I might as well show the krogan some love."

"How about your assignment?" Shepard asked.

"Successful." Grunt said, simply, with relish.

"I'll say. One less space station of Eclipse breakways, huh?" Shepard laughed.

"Give me a challenge next time, Shepard." Grunt laughed. Since the end of the war, Grunt had been representing his species as the council's first krogan Spectre. His style was high-impact (and often high-explosive) but he certainly got results.

With Shepard busy with council affairs, the Spectres was being overseen by a comrade from Shepard's early days, her race to stop Saren.

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"I was just about to head back to my apartment. It's been a long day. You're coming with me." Shepard said with a smirk.

"What is it you Alliance types say?" Grunt said darkly. "Aye, aye, Commander?"

"Aye aye, Captain." Shepard reminded him. "C'mon."

Shepard left the office and headed for the transit terminal with Grunt. Her relationship with Grunt had remained sexual in nature, all throughout the Reaper war and beyond. But the exact nature of it was frequent cause for speculation on extranet forums and the tabloid media.

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