Urdnot Wrex

Shepard’s body was still trembling as she stepped back into the hallway, her skin flushed and her thoughts a tangled mess. The cool air of the corridor did little to soothe the fire burning inside her. She needed to move, to do something, anything to shake off this relentless, consuming need. The ship was quiet, the hum of the engines a steady reminder that she wasn’t alone, even if she felt utterly isolated in this moment.

She turned the corner and nearly collided with a massive, armored figure. Shepard stumbled back, her breath catching as she looked up into the familiar, weathered face of Urdnot Wrex. His sharp, calculating eyes locked onto hers, and for a moment, she felt caught—like prey under the gaze of a predator.

“Shepard,” he rumbled, his deep voice reverberating through her chest. “You look… restless.”

She straightened, her jaw tightening as she tried to muster some semblance of control. “Just… a lot on my mind,” she said, her voice steadier than she felt.

Wrex tilted his head, his expression unreadable but his eyes glinting with something that made her pulse quicken. “Humans,” he said with a low chuckle. “Always overthinking things. Sometimes, you just need to act.”

Shepard’s breath hitched as he stepped closer, his sheer size and presence overwhelming. Her body reacted before her mind could catch up, a shiver of anticipation running down her spine. She wanted to step back, to put some distance between them, but her feet refused to move.

Wrex reached out, his massive hand closing around her arm. His grip was firm, almost possessive, and it sent a jolt of heat straight to her core. “You’re trembling,” he said, his voice dropping to a growl. “What’s wrong with you, Shepard?”

“I don’t know,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “I just… I can’t—”

He cut her off with a sharp tug, pulling her against his chest. Shepard gasped, her hands instinctively coming up to brace against the hard planes of his armor. His free hand came up to cup her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze.

“You’re burning up,” he said, his voice rough with something that wasn’t concern. “You need to let go, Shepard. Stop fighting it.”

Her heart was pounding now, her body igniting at his words. She wanted to protest, to push him away, but the fire inside her was too strong, too insistent. She couldn’t deny it anymore. She needed this.

Wrex seemed to sense her surrender. A low, approving growl escaped his throat as he leaned down, his breath hot against her ear. “Good girl.”

Before she could react, he spun her around, pushing her face-first against the cold metal wall of the corridor. Shepard’s hands splayed against the surface, her breath coming in short, uneven gasps as Wrex’s body pressed against hers from behind.

“Stay still,” he commanded, his voice a rough, guttural growl that sent a shiver down her spine.

She obeyed, her body trembling with a mixture of fear and anticipation. Wrex’s hands were everywhere at once, stripping away her armor with rough, impatient movements. She felt exposed, ****, but there was no turning back now. The heat inside her was too intense, too consuming.

His hands closed around her breasts, his grip firm as he pinched her nipples hard enough to make her cry out. Pain and pleasure collided, sending a sharp jolt of sensation through her body. She arched her back, a **** moan escaping her lips as his fingers twisted and pulled.

“You like that, don’t you?” Wrex growled, his breath hot against her neck. “I can feel how wet you are, Shepard. You’ve been craving this.”

She couldn’t deny it. Her body was betraying her, her hips pressing back against him, seeking the friction she so desperately needed. Wrex chuckled darkly, his hands moving lower, his fingers tracing the wetness between her thighs.

“So eager,” he murmured, his voice thick with amusement and desire. “But don’t worry, Shepard. I’ll take care of you.”

Shepard’s breath caught as she felt the hard length of him press against her, the promise of what was to come making her knees weak. Wrex didn’t give her time to prepare, didn’t ask for permission. He just took, thrusting into her with a **** that made her cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure.

His hands gripped her hips, holding her in place as he pounded into her, each thrust driving her harder against the wall. Shepard’s fingers scrabbled against the metal surface, her body shuddering with the intensity of it. Wrex’s grip on her nipples was unrelenting, the pain sharp and constant, but it only heightened her arousal, pushing her closer to the edge.

“Fuck, Shepard,” Wrex growled, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. “You’re so tight. You’re taking me so well.”

She couldn’t respond, couldn’t think. All she could do was feel—the relentless pressure of his body against hers, the way he filled her completely, the way his hands on her breasts sent waves of pleasure-pain coursing through her. Her body was on fire, every nerve alight with sensation.

Wrex’s thrusts became more erratic, his growls more guttural. Shepard could feel him losing control, and it only pushed her closer to the edge. Her body tensed, her muscles coiling tight as the pressure inside her built to an unbearable peak.

“Wrex,” she gasped, her voice breaking as the first waves of her orgasm crashed over her. Her body convulsed, her mind going blank as pleasure consumed her. Wrex let out a roar, his grip tightening on her hips as he spilled inside her, his body shuddering with the **** of his release.

For a moment, there was nothing but the sound of their heavy breathing and the echo of their shared pleasure. Then Wrex slowly pulled away, his hands lingering on her hips as if **** to let her go.

“You’re full of surprises, Shepard,” he said, his voice still rough with desire. “Maybe we should do this again sometime.”

She opened her mouth to respond, but the sound of footsteps down the corridor interrupted her. Shepard froze, her body tensing as she realized the risk they had just taken. Wrex, however, seemed unfazed. He stepped back, his hands dropping away from her as he straightened.

“We should go,” he said, his tone matter-of-fact. “Before someone finds us like this.”

Shepard hesitated, her mind still reeling from what had just happened. But before she could respond, Wrex was already walking away, his heavy footsteps fading down the corridor. She stood there for a moment, her body still trembling, her thoughts a jumbled mess.

What the hell had she just done? And more importantly, what the hell was she going to do now?