Wrex

Shepard did a quick scan of the room. There were a pair of obvious candidates, of course. Krogans were used to intense gravity, maybe not this intense but it was a lot easier on them than it was on anybody else. She looked at Grunt for a moment, who was trying to pick a piece of viscera out of his teeth. Grunt was a dear, but not the kind of person you wanted on a mission where you didn't expect ****. If you didn't promise Grunt ****, he tended to make it himself.

"Wrex, it's you and me this time. "

"Shocking, and here I thought it would be somebody else this time." The Krogan chuckled.

"Are the two of you going to be alright on your own?" Liara asked worriedly.

"Relax, I can pull a thresher maw's tooth with my bare hands. Shepard will be there too, I guess." Wrex snarked.

"We should be fine, it looks like a routine search and rescue."

"It always looks routine." Ashley snipped, though she was visibly grateful to not be taking the plunge.

"Sometimes danger is only skin-deep. Dismissed." Shepard finished.

The drop had gone predictably. It had also gone well, considering the lack of permanent damage. At a certain level of danger in the maneuver being performed, predictable and boring became the ideal. Shepard took a couple of shaky steps as she tried to settle her stomach.

"Lightweight." Wrex huffed as he popped his neck loudly.

"Not all of us were raised on Tuchanka." Shepard winced.

"I could tell, you wouldn't last a mating season, let alone a clan war."

"You krogans have a mating season?"

"What do you think we do when we're not fighting?"

"Do I want to know what Krogan sex looks like?"

"Sure, picture two eight hundred pound piles of pure cartilage being smashed together like they're toys and-"

"All right! I get the point!"

"Lightweight"

The journey to their destination had been uneventful, again, desirably so. When Shepard had popped the visor to view the origin point of the beacon, there was nothing more than a pile of burnt metal with a single radar dish poking from it. With the visor popped, the insane heat of the planet's surface became an undeniable reality.

"Flesh melting temperatures and piles of desiccated metal?" Wrex droned "Reminds me of home."

"I don't know that I need to see much more."

"You want me to go out and kick it?"

"I don't think that'll be necessary."

Shepard opened comms. "Landing party to Normandy."

"Joker here, should we roll out the red carpet?"

"That's going to be a negative, if there were any survivors they're long gone."

"Good timing, you guys need to be back at the landing zone stat."

"What's the issue?"

"That sun currently making the planet into a microwave? You've got about an hour before it pumps out enough radiation to turn the Normandy into a paperweight."

"Understood Joker, we'll run the engine hot and be back in half of that."

In reality, they made it about halfway before a noise like a bomb going off hit them and the Mako trailed to a stop.

"Edi, what just happened?"

"Structural readings indicate a failure in the suspension rod of the right front tire, due to the location of the failure, I estimate that any further movement on the Mako's part will only spin it in circles."

"Are we close enough for a shuttlecraft pickup?"

"Negative, the time it would take to reposition the Normandy for pickup would exceed the safe window that our sensors give for the solar storm."

Wrex scoffed, "Never thought I'd die in an oversized hamster ball."

"Edi, is the damage to the Mako going to harm the environment systems?"

"Negative, barring an additional failure the Mako is still safely graded for a week with two occupants, though those numbers account for two human occupants, the Krogan may-"

"Keep your motherboard on, neither of us will starve," Wrex grumbled.

"Joker, take the Normandy out to safe range, Wrex and I have been through worse."

"Yeah, but have you been through worse together?"

"That was an order, pilot."

"Don't worry about us, I've never cared for the taste of humans, too stringy."

The comms crackled to an uneasy peace, leaving them in the quiet cabin. Shepard took the moments of high power they had left to specialize a few of the systems for the long wait and took stock of what they did have. Even if Wrex out-ate what she was pretty sure he actually ate, at worse they were maybe a day without food. Water could be near-infinitely recycled, though it was best not to think about that while taking a drink. They were only at the mercy of a fairly newly replaced filter for water, air filters too, though those were held to more rigorous standards and they did have replacements. The emergency generator was graded for long periods of life-sustaining maintenance, it could even be pushed longer if you didn't care so much about things like air freshening or making the water taste less... recycled.

Wrex sat in his seat, getting some hits in on his omni-tool, unsure if he would still be able to use it after things went dark. He would quietly nod along to Shepard dryly reading and marking down supplies.

"And three gallons of non-recycled water."

"Make that stuff count, the longer I can go without thinking about how much of my own DNA I need to swallow to stay alive, the less fuss I'll make."

"Then three pints of non-water refreshments, mostly high-vitamin juices."

"Give or take 750ml of non-refrigerated liquids."

Shepard looked her page up and down, "I must have missed that, where is it?"

Wrex shifted as he reached into his armor, pulling out a large stainless-steel flask. "Make this stuff count too, a little goes a long way."

He tossed her the flask, unscrewing the lid and taking a sniff, Shepard could feel her brain cells dying just sniffing it.

"That gasoline?" She gagged out.

"Worse, Ryncol."

"Do I want to guess the ABV of this stuff?" She resealed the container and set it up in a cabinet.

"Might be easier to guess the Sieverts, I warned you about it going a long way."

"Looks like you packed enough for a whole away party."

"Or at least a Krogan and a plus one, I refuse to die sober."

"Well, if I think we're going to die, I'll toast with you."

"Or if you get bored and don't mind getting peeled off of the floor."

"I'm not that much of a lightweight."

Wrex laughed, "Anybody who says that hasn't tried Ryncol."

There was a shuddering screech outside of the cabin. For a moment, both froze in painful anticipation. As it started to fade, the lights flickered then died. It took a moment of quiet anxious blackness for the emergency power to kick on, bringing them back into a dull red light. The air kicked back on, immediately stiff with heat as the air conditioning below life-saving levels was a good way to hemorrhage power. Shepard unwound her rankled muscles slowly, from head to toe she had seized up like a lock. She had to sigh and stretch her fingers and toes to work the tension out of them. Wrex didn't look much better off.

"Maybe I could use a drink," Shepard mumbled.

"Save it, we might be here a while," Wrex mumbled back, he pulled out a second flask.

"You double pack on that poison?" Shepard grumbled.

Wrex nodded as he took a deep swig, he pulled his mouth away and shook his head violently, pounding his fist into his palm.

"I refuse to die sober."

A day passed into night quickly, both of them too high strung to be bored. The time for boredom would come, she wouldn't be able to escape it when it hit, so Shepard embraced the fast-passing hours while she could. Wrex was all business, helping to rearrange some of the larger bulk and set up the stations. The heat didn't hit him like it hit her, he described the slow stifling heat that built in the cabin as a "Tuchanka Spring Breeze." Shepard gave up on her regulation armor in record time, Wrex following not long after despite his bold exterior. As the heat built, even her stiff uniform became unreasonable. She was underdressed underneath it, but a reasonable amount of skin being shown was an acceptable price. Wrex wasn't going to ride her ass about it like Garrus or Kaidan, metaphorically and literally, respectively. She undid the stiff overcoat, throwing it under the bunk with her armor and letting it ride with her sports bra. She kept the pants, but rolled the legs up past her knees. Exposed panties would be a little harder to convince herself as being "just cooling down and not giving the Krogan an earthling fashion show." Wrex wore a fairly simple sort of robe, open-bottomed and extending up over the hunch of his back. His feet slapped heavily against the ground when he walked, making it hard to miss when he was on the move.

She realized that she had never seen a Krogan out of armor or official uniform before. Wrex's body didn't bulge with muscle in the way she would have thought. He was big-framed, but his scaly grey skin clung fairly close to his body.

"You want a picture?" He grumbled. Shit! She had been staring.

"I've never seen a Krogan in casualwear before."

He snorted, "Not much reason to when everybody in the universe wants to bite a piece out of you. Is it what you pictured?"

"Honestly, I thought you'd be some muscle-hulking powerhouse, you look downright... underfed?"

He turned to her, pulling the sleeve of the robe up his arm. "Putting too much meat on your bones is a party foul in high gravity. We're bony, but it's the kind of bones a thresher maw would **** on."

"Is that where the hump comes from?"

"This?" He looked back at it briefly, "No, that's where I store my testicles."

Shepard's face twisted at him, he giggled with surprising abandon.

"That was a joke. It stores water."

"Right... so..."

"So I can take anybody in a fight even though I'm all skin and bones, that's both of the reasons why if we run out of food you're the one getting eaten."

"One of these days, I'll trust that that's a joke."

He turned back away, "And one of these days, you'll have let your guard down."

He started to go back to disassembling weapon cartridges to see if they could be used as batteries. Anything to get the ice machine or the ac working, even if just for a few minutes. Shepard started to put her hand up, but swallowed her question before she asked it.

"What?" He grumbled.

"Nothing."

"Did you want to see where I actually store my testicles?"

She bit her tongue, that wasn't exactly it, but it was closer than she'd admit.

"Is it true about..." She cut herself off and held up four of her fingers.

"Are you this bored already? The Ryncol is in the cabinet."

"I just... I was always kinda curious."

He sighed, "Yes, and they all work. Or did, until the Salarians came along."

"Right, sorry."

"Shepard, it doesn't offend me when other species ask about my junk."

"Do Krogans get that a lot?"

"More than the Asari even, you should see the extranet, there's a whole industry for Krogans."

"In uhh?" Shepard mimed sex with her hands.

"The galaxy wants to see us fuck just about anything with legs, some things without too. Hell if I know why."

"Without legs?"

"On video, of course, the extranet is full of shit like that."

"Have you?"

"What, fucked or been filmed doing it?"

"I guess the filming, though the things without legs statement deserves an explanation."

"No. I'm not opposed, but I'm not about to put down my gun to get fluffed by some Turian, those mandibles look painful."

"Ever done it with any other species, like say, one without legs?"

"Usually the ones without legs only fuck females. What about you, ever been enkindled yourself?"

"I'd never considered it."

"Maybe you should, the girls in the videos seem pretty enlightened."

"How did we get on this topic?"

"You asked questions about my junk."

"Right," Shepard blinked. The sweat pouring into her eyes only added to the sensation that her brain was melting and they were both watching it happen in real-time. "Sorry."

"Told you not to apologize, no skin off my junk."

"Could you stop talking about your junk?"

"You started it."

Shepard needed to stop talking. She stepped over to the cabinet and pulled out the flask. The first taste of it on her tongue made her feel like her whole body wanted to squeeze itself out of her nostrils in protest. She managed to **** it down, sputtering and coughing afterward.

"I'll drink to that," Wrex grumbled from the back.

"You sure this isn't poison?"

"Nope." He took a large pull from the flask.

It took roughly five minutes for Shepard to be hit with a feeling like her entire nervous system was unspooling and leaving through her fingertips, leaving her body oddly weightless and numb. She stumbled against the wall, blinking twice. Each time, the world seemed to come back more in slow motion.

"I don't think I like Ryncol," She grumbled.

Wrex stepped behind her, setting a hand on her shoulder. "Go lie down, the first time is rough. It gets less bad the more you do it."

She lifted her foot to take a step forward but couldn't manage to put it back down again. She rocked in place on one leg, eventually throwing herself off balance and falling forward onto her outstretched foot.

"I think I forgetting how to walk?" She giggled.

He sighed wearily, "Lightweight."

He lifted her with seemingly no effort, cradling her briefly in his arms as he stomped to the back of the cabin. He was warm, smelled nice. Kind of sandy but very crisp, like a day at the beach. She looked up at him with a goofy smile. He set her on the cot gently and stepped away.

"Try to sleep, it's neutralized while you sleep."

"Yah boss, sorry boutcher junk."

She closed her eyes, she hadn't expected to get goofy village idiot drunk off of a single mouthful. When she did sober up, she was probably going to be extremely embarrassed with herself. She heard Wrex grumble as he walked out of the back cabin. Her body fought rest at first, but the longer she laid down the more she seemed to sink into the meager cushion of the cot.

Her eyes shot open, she didn't know how long she'd been down. It was extremely surreal to jump in seconds from the sleep of the dead to fully awake. She wasn't hungover, shockingly, or at least her hangover didn't behave like a normal hangover. When she got up, her stomach turned a little, but she was missing the earth-moving headache. Or perhaps not missing it, but its absence was conspicuous.

She stepped into the main cabin, past the refrigerator unit in the neck. Wrex was slumped in his seat, heavy and deep breathing seemed to rumble the entire vehicle. A trail of drool leaked quietly onto his robe, the length of the dark stain it caused implying that it had been dripping for some time, or that he drooled a near-infeasible amount.

"Four saliva glands?"

She shook her head. She usually didn't think this much about Krogan anatomy, at least not outside of her private quarters. She didn't not think about Krogan anatomy. Every person who had been on the extranet long enough had seen a Krogans err... "junk" thought about Krogan anatomy. Wrex hadn't been embellishing when he'd said that people would pay good money to see Krogans fuck just about anything. Each other, Asari, Turians,

"Human alliance captains?"

This was not the time or place to indulge that line of thought. That line of thought was best indulged in private quarters, with a locked door and wine. A communal cot and Ryncol were not appropriate replacements. Why was she having such a hard time purging this line of thought? Was it seeing Wrex slumped and sleeping in his chair? Was it finally seeing what he wore under his armor? Finally feeling the skin of his body against hers, even if briefly? Was it the peaceful lump in between his legs that the tight robes were pulled against him and showing?

No, it was the Ryncol. That and only that. She bent and opened the fridge, grabbing a packet of rationed water. Time to drink lots of that, get the stuff out of her system. The sound of the door squeaking and popping shut made Wrex nod awake.

"Hrrm? What? I rested my eyes." He groaned.

"Go back and get some rest Wrex, I can take it from here."

"What time is it?"

"Does it matter anymore?"

Wrex shook his head sharply, "I just need a quick nap, then I'll be back."

"Take your time, we're not going anywhere any time soon."

He stood up, shuffled past her close enough to make it even harder to put certain things out of her mind. He slipped into the back, falling onto the cot with a heavy rattling thud. It took less than a minute for the slow rhythmic snoring to start back up.

Shepard dropped into Wrex's seat, feeling the heat where he had been that stood out even in the warmth. Actually, it seemed less bad today, it was somewhat surreal. Shepard could feel herself sweating, but she didn't feel hot.

"Time to play: illness or Ryncol side-effect?"

She took a pull of the water pouches straw tube, considering that it felt like the cool water had come recently from a glacier, she was willing to bet the Ryncol hangover was sapping her body heat. It was a handy thing for a planet built like a furnace, if the stuff didn't kill you.

She kicked the seat back, remote accessing the ship's computer through her omni-tool. She might have liked to use the extranet to learn about just how Ryncol was going to kill her, but they weren't exactly in a signal hotspot.

"Is that what we'd be using the extranet for?"

Down girl, bad, back in the cabinet with all of the other invasive thoughts. Wrex snored in the back, even sleeping like a log this was not the time nor the place to peruse sites like "KroganCockSupremacy" and "TuchankanTourists" with her hands down her pants.

...Not that she knew if those were real sites or anything.

She accessed the emergency dump logs, trying to read through the pre-blackout diagnostics without her eyes blurring over. The computer terminal was limited by the lack of connection to the outside world, and her remote connection wouldn't let her do things like changing the air temperature. She had a double-lobotomized computer on her wrist, she would have to make her fun with that. She quietly cursed herself for using the time before the blackout to do dumb things like take stock and check the life support instead of downloading a video game or something. Here was the boredom, she missed when she was too stressed to sit down.

"Do I have any hobbies that don't involve the internet, self-pleasure, or ****?"

Well, she was a busy person to be fair. Spectre duty allowed very little time to be a person. What time she got off was either spent preparing for time on, knocking out some stress, or kicking back to be exploited for microtransactions. There was nothing to prepare for, no connection to the microtransaction milkers, and no privacy. If she was stranded with the ship's computer, she had saved documents and an AI to talk to. If she were stranded with her own computer, she could try to sneak in some browsing while Wrex slept, but she was stuck with the fucking Mako. A computer that still ran from a command line, a computer with storage space that could be measured without quantum computing. It would probably cough up blood if she put any game made after the mid 21st century in. She didn't have any games old enough that this thing could handle it, games from that time had been very poorly preserved.

Wrex snorted and noisily rolled over in his sleep. The first sign of life support being the only priority had been the slow broil of heart that made the cabin unbearable, the second was that the whole fucking Mako was starting to smell like him.

Granted, she was sitting in a chair he had been in for god knows how long. She was wearing clothes that he had touched and sweated into, even if briefly. The sandy smell had somewhat given way to a far sweatier, almost musky version. She had smelled that coastal smell on him before, this new one was a little more intense. It was hard to say if it smelled good or bad, whichever it was, he smelled strongly. Shepard sniffed herself quickly, she probably wasn't a bed of roses either in this heat. By the time she got out of this sports bra, she might need to burn it. That said, was it bad enough that he would be able to smell it over himself? Did people who smelled this strongly know that they smelled? Did he know how hard it was going to be to focus with what could very well have been alien pheromones in the air?

Her head dropped to her chest, fiddling completely absentmindedly with her omni-tool. She didn't have anything to pass the time on it. It was a bad idea to save personal entertainment of any kind on something that was Alliance property, a worse one for Cerberus property. She bounced her legs open and closed without much thought. She looked at what little she did have saved on her personal device. A frontend for hacking terminals that ran Alliance code, one for galactic translation, a personal payment and banking terminal that would have to lead her to several dead extranet pages, a personal inbox, an Alliance handbook.

She was not about to read Alliance law in her free time, it was best to save that kind of thing for hours when it could be written off as business activity. She wondered if time down here would count as work hours, not worth the risk of having to read Alliance legal-ese.

Her inbox was based on the last time she'd accessed it with an extranet connection on her omni-tool. It turned out that she didn't use it that way much. She made a quiet promise to herself to check her inbox more from her omni-tool, so she would at least have some fresh spam to read. There were old back and forths to Col. Hackett, older ones to Kahoku, christ it had been a while.

She padded her finger along the semi-tangible screen, pushing further and further down into history. Of course, this wasn't the spam, this was the stuff that at least passed for genuine. Most of it was work, some of it was personal with crewmates, old group messages, and the like. It had been different days, different goals, some of the people in those chats were together now, some irrevocably separated. Boredom brought thoughts of the old days and the things that wouldn't be again flooding back.

This was somehow a less productive exercise than just sitting there. All it was doing was bringing her down, she missed the honorable spam box, where was he buried in those menus?

She found the box where the junk and automated messages had been auto-sorted to.

Even spam had changed in the years since last checked. Modern spam was a little sleeker, a lot subtler. Nobody was gullible enough to believe in Nigerian princes anymore, half of the galaxy didn't even know what Nigeria was. There was the spam that she had earned and the spam that had found its way there uninvited. Mailing lists to things she hadn't wanted to be on a list for but had clicked the link of any way alongside advertisements for supplements that would increase the strength and speed of her semen. Called "Super Krogan Vitality" perhaps unaware of the irony that existed in the very name. Having semen with the fertility of a Krogan would be counterproductive for somebody who would need fertility supplements. That was what made them alluring to some, no risk of dealing with the consequences of your size queen creampie.

"There's the windup."

Of course, there were other things to make them alluring. The grumbling voice, the sense of danger, the hulking size, in Wrex's case the wit, the loyalty and reliability, the uh... size of the cocks.

"And there's the pitch."

Yeah, there was a very specific reason why most of the Krogan porn on the extranet existed. It wasn't exactly for their roguish charm or acting prowess, it was because they had the biggest cocks this side of an Elcor and came like a tapped fire hydrant. Shepard had unlimited access to a world of extranet information from the age she could first put on her Alliance uniform. Of course, she didn't spend all of her time drooling over videos on the extranet, she did have to work occasionally. Being made a Spectre had some privileges, private quarters and an unmonitored personal computer for one.

One of the spam emails was for a site Shepard was a little more familiar with. A small smile crept to her face as she opened it.

"The newest installment of Tuchanka Tourist must be seen to be believed!"

Tuchanka Tourist 15 brings the debut of the beautiful Ellen Ryder to the extranet in stunning high definition. From Jump Zero to jammed full of Krogan meat, come see a promising young biotic politician try to pacify a group of sex-crazed Krogan after an escape pod malfunction lands her far from home and surrounded by a welcoming party of Krogans at the peak of their mating season! Like all human women, it's only so long before Ellen submits to superior Krogan cocks, but how far will this promising young diplomat fall before she earns the money to buy her ticket home? Watch Ellen's shock at the size of a big Krogan cock melt away to lust, leaving her a free-use fucktoy for a whole Crush! In the end, she may not want to go back to politics...

It was a particularly trashy series. The acting was terrible, the camera drone needed repairs, and it relied a lot on stereotypes and misused Krogan culture to justify poorly acted and poorly shot scenes. That said, she did keep watching them.

Shepard scrolled down, seeing the dead space where the embedded images should be. She paused for a moment, listening to Wrex snoring. She unhid the image, hoping they had the decency to embed it properly for offline mode. She cursed under her breath when it gave her a dead media link. Stupid company couldn't use a camera drone right, why had she expected them to save an image instead of linking it?

She scrolled down, checking the other image links, all of which were similarly dead. Of course not, of course it wouldn't be that easy.

There were other emails from the same address, she could hope that any of them were better formatted, but she knew better. She opened a few, checked a few images, got the results she expected, gave up.

"There's nothing stopping you from getting your guts rearranged by the real deal."

Incorrect, there were several things stopping her from doing that, most of them informed by the rational part of the mind currently doing battle with the horny brain. Fantasies were one thing, biological realities at times were quite another. That and there was no telling that Wrex would have any sort of similar ideas about what his junk should be doing. Despite what the extranet might say, not every alien was horny for humans.

"But you would like it if they were."

Okay, Ryncol seemed to be making the whole inner narrative thing particularly self-shaming. There was always shame in it, but some days it was worse than others. That was the nature of having taboo tastes, that was always going to be the nature of having taboo tastes. There was that little nugget of shame down at the core of fetishizing another living being, even if they did consent. It was always based on stale ideas, old stereotypes, poorly-shot skin flicks. The girls and guys involved were paid to be there, that wasn't how life was.

"They looked like they were having fun."

Well, yeah, it was a fucking porno. Most people didn't go out of their way to find porno where the people weren't having fun. Not well-adjusted people at least. It was an act, they were actors. Military life was also a kind of acting. Most things were acting. That's why the lines were easy to forget. Well, all except one of them. That you were out there, and the actors you watched were part of their own little scene. Easy to remember in a movie, a game, a story, harder to recall in a video of two people shuffling with evolution. Maybe that's what made the trashy ones enjoyable, the obvious fakeness. The poorly-focused shots and whir of a drone motor could pull you out of a scene, remind you that this girl wasn't really stuck in a Tuchankan bar restroom. Of course, you could still believe what you wanted to.

"They looked like they were having fun."

And that was the rub, wasn't it? That was where the lie crept in and kept you coming back. The lie made the urge real. At the core, the people in the porno looked like they were having fun. The act was the act, the roles were the roles, the characters were the characters. But you came back because they looked like they were having fun, and you wanted to have fun with them.

Shepard got up out of her chair, the sweat was going to soak in wherever she sat, whatever she was doing. It was in the chair, it was soaking her sports bra, it was making the legs of her pants grate her legs. Of course, it wasn't the main reason she was squirming in her seat. She needed a quickie, just to help her sit still. It didn't matter if she didn't have any pictures or anything, she was primed enough that she could go without. She slid to the bathroom, checking to see if Wrex was still snoring before locking the door behind her.

She sidled onto the toilet, there wasn't much room to do anything, but she was an Alliance girl, she'd found some truly inconvenient locations to rub one out in, and rubbed one out in at least half of them. She opened her legs as much as she could, barely getting them wide enough to comfortably fit her hand into her slick thighs and rub herself. She covered her mouth with her other hand, she and Wrex had both already heard the other taking a leak enough for her to know that these walls didn't stop much. The first touch of her slender fingers against her clit made her shudder, the spark it caused like a small popping release of pent-up energy. The longer she took, the more she risked, but she moved her hands quickly and with purpose.

With one hand clamped firmly over her mouth, she worked her clit furiously, whimpering softly into her palm. The smell of sex started to overcome even the smell of sweat as she worked. Perhaps she had underestimated just how used she was to having "inspiration", as her build was far slower than she would have thought with how ready to pop she felt before even starting. It was agonizing, considering how much more intent she was on the destination than usual. This was not a situation to savor the journey, this was a "get one out before the drill Seargent catches you" situation. Even if Wrex wasn't about to make her run laps, the embarrassment was going to be far worse than being caught by some low-ranked officer barking at you.

Thinking about Wrex was helping, hell even thinking about getting caught by Wrex was helping. What he'd do, how he'd react. Maybe he'd be so turned on he would come barging in and-

The snoring outside stopped, Shepard jerked frozen, heart jumping into her throat.

She waited an agonizing amount of slow-crawling seconds, waiting for another sound. She didn't take her hand out of her pants, keeping her other hand pressed over her mouth as well. Her finger, even stationary on her clit, made her tingle in heightened anticipation. When she heard Wrex grunt and plant his feet heavily on the floor, she squeezed her eyes shut, quietly compelling him to do anything but knock on the bathroom door.

The slow footfalls stumbled to the door, he tried pulling it open, then knocked.

"You uh... you in there?" He asked drowsily.

She slowly pulled her hand from her mouth, swallowing heavily and trying to keep composed. Finally, she squeaked back a "Yes!"

He paused, then "Well... can you not be?"

"Do you need to go?"

"Yes, mother, I do." He grumbled back, clearly annoyed.

"Right, just a sec!"

Shit! Fuck! Shepard pulled her hand out of her pants, ignoring her body screaming in protest. She flushed the toilet and washed her hands to give herself a cover, but realized pretty instantly that the venting to clear out the smell of sex was secondary functionality, not something that was going to happen. She waved her hands at the vent like she could **** the smell of it out, but she was well aware she was pissing in the wind. Her last hope was that Krogan female sexual fluids smelled different than human ones. A pipe dream, but there wasn't much else on the table.

She opened the door, trying to look casual. "Wrex."

He nodded back, not looking her in the eye. "Shepard."

He shifted into the bathroom quickly, almost forcing himself past her. Shepard's eyes barely had a chance to look at him, but she caught a second of what she was pretty sure was a poorly-tucked erection in his robe. It wasn't going to make her blue balls any easier. She heard a single pronounced sniff before the door closed. When he stepped out later after an excessively long piss, the bulge had disappeared. He didn't make any comment about the smell, but slumped down into his seat and grabbed his flask again.

"I need another drink, you interested?"

"Right after waking up?"

"Calling anything we do here sleep is generous."

The continuous ache in Shepard's neck agreed with him. "You said it gets better?"

He took a drink and grimaced. "I said it gets less bad."

Shepard unsealed her flask, "I'll drink to less bad."

Clearly less bad didn't refer to taste, it still felt like a sucker punch going down.

"It's... an acquired taste."

Wrex chuckled, "I like it. I like tastes that can punch me in the face."

"Maybe you should try tasting things that aren't food."

"I've had Turian food before, that's gotta be pretty close."

"Can't relate, it's basically poison to humans."

"Same to Krogans."

"Why'd you taste it then?"

"I wanted to know how it tasted."

"How'd it taste?"

"Like poison."

She blinked and watched her hand as she curled and uncurled her fingers, they seemed to move in slow motion, but she was more ready for it. The slow-burning heat of it spread out through her body, starting at her throat and firing every nerve as it passed down through her limbs and out of the tips of her fingers and toes. It made her feel like each limb ended in a supercharged catalyst, spewing energy out into the air. The whole effect was like every space between the atoms of her existence was being filled with power, a power that wanted to come pouring out of her. The aching burn between her legs went away, then came back with uncomfortable intensity. Her pussy was alive, every atom of it was burning up. Neurons all firing at once. Her whole body was tingling uncontrollably, but between her legs especially it felt like she was holding back a landslide with a picket fence.

"What the hell is this stuff?" She muttered.

"Bad for you." He grumbled back. His voice was so low and so powerful it felt like it was coming from inside of her.

"You like things that are bad for you?" She could feel herself merging with her chair.

"Those tend to be the fun ones."

"Better to try something once and rip the bandaid off, right?" She sputtered, suddenly a little too eager and forward.

"Sure, if it doesn't kill you."

Shepard lurched out of her chair, taking another drink of Ryncol before sliding out of her pants and stumbling over to Wrex's chair. He looked up at her, confused and a little wary, still too sober to be stupid like she intended to be. She half-sat and half-collapsed into his lap. Wrapping her arms around his strong neck for support, she pulled her lips against his. He was too shocked to respond for a moment but kissed her back as best he could with their mismatched mouth shapes.

"I've been thinking about you, Wrex." She whispered when she pulled her lips away sloppily.

"You're drunk."

"And crazy horny." She exclaimed, throwing her legs over the arm of his chair and sprawling in his lap. He looked down at her with an expression that was hard to read, one that was unusual on his stony face. It was almost nervous. She grabbed one of his massive hands and set it on her thigh.

"You have a cruel sense of timing."

"Why?"

"Easy for you to complain about being high and dry, you don't have a mating season."

"Oh?" Shepard asked, wriggling her ass in his lap. "Is your commander going to make you act up?"

"Stop it." He growled.

"Is the Krogan going to take advantage of his captain while they're stranded?"

"Don't play this game with me."

She sat up, pressing her lips back against his, "Why not? I'm here, I want you to show me how bad it is."

"This is a bad idea."

"Then let me try it."

"It's a bad idea for both of us."

"Then let's rip the band-aid off."

He pushed her away, "I don't know what kind of things you watch on the Extranet, Shepard, but you need to stop this. Now."

Shepard brought her face even closer, pressing her forehead against the rough skin of his. "It's not like you to back down from a challenge Wrex."

"The only challenge you're talking about is your organs getting rearranged. I don't think that's something you want."

"That's exactly what I want, Wrex."

He wanted to protest, she could see it in his face, but even a heavyweight wasn't immune. The Ryncol looked like it was making him just as hot under the collar. His eyes darted back and forth from her face down to her hand against his chest. If she looked down, she could see his robes stirring. It was going to be a losing battle, the key was just making sure he didn't retreat.

"I'm not going to tell you again, this is a bad idea."

"Then don't tell me."

Her hand crept down his chest, he inhaled a sharp breath, but he didn't stop her. Her hand crept down further and further, anticipating the moment where she would find the burning prize between his legs.

He pulled back, trying to find a place to move to. It was weird to see a Krogan pinned and on the defensive, looking almost apprehensive. There was nowhere to go in his seat.

"This is your last warning," he grumbled. "If you-"

"Stop warning me and do something about it." She bit her lip.

He ground his teeth before grunting furiously, "Fine. You want to learn this lesson the hard way? Let me show you what mating season actually looks like."

He stood, lifting her instantly and effortlessly. He grabbed her wrist and pulled it away from his chest. He grabbed the other and pulled them both above her head, holding both of them securely with a single hand. His other massive paw grabbed her sports bra and ripped it away effortlessly. For the first time, he was genuinely frightening, but his angry passion was too intense to not root her to the spot and let his eyes look her up and down greedily. His hand immediately climbed into her panties, giant rough fingers mauling her clit with an almost frantic strength. She whimpered in his hands, she had dreamed of being taken like this, used like this. He pressed down on her, long tongue sliding from her mouth down her neck, knee pressing his hand harder into her crotch, the hard outline in his robe rubbing against her. The heat coming off of him was overbearing, the smell of him had become overwhelming.

"I want you on your knees, lightweight." He grumbled.

He pulled his hand out of her pants, tasting the wet remains as she slid her back down the wall onto her knees. He stepped back to give the fullness of his bulge room before unroping the belt of his robes and opening them to free it.

It would have been hard for Shepard to describe a Krogan cock as anything other than intimidating. Almost certainly longer than her arm and undeniably thicker. The head alone was a bulbous thing, flat and flared in theory but with enough ridges and bumps to make it look more like a fist than a cock. Foothills of ridges ran down the underside along the thick vein that currently pumped hazy precum. Around halfway down the ribbed shaft was a fleshy sheath, now fully stretched and its contents extended out. The sheath itself had wavy ridges all the way to the base of his cock, where a quad of apple-sized balls hung in a painfully full-looking cluster.

"Well... fuck." Shepard muttered.

Wrex laughed as he grasped a handful of Shepard's hair "That's big by Krogan standards Shepard. Fuck is right."

Shepard wrapped her hands around the monster with some trepidation. Wrex pushed her head slowly toward the listening slit at the tip. Shepard accepted and did what she could to wetten the bulbous head with her tongue. She licked up and down the ridges of the head, slathering her saliva and the gelatinous precum as much as she could. It was bitter, almost sour to the taste. Wrex let out deep rumbling groans as her tongue found every slight crevice and ridge of the fist-sized head of his appendage.

"I guess there's some benefit to a tongue that small and sharp." He grunted, his heavy balls flexing and lifting in his sack. "It's gonna be hard going back to Krogan women after this."

Shepard did her absolute best to loosen her jaw and slide his head in, even that was a tall order. It took several tries, but she managed to slide past the thickest part of the head with a hard push and lodge the bulb of the head into her throat. She **** it further down, gorging herself on cock. When she brought a hand to her neck, she could feel the outline of his head as it bulged her skin outward. Even as her lungs screamed for air, all she could think about was that same bulge being in her stomach. Her pussy was burning to be touched or filled, but she focused on cradling the heavy set of balls still at least a foot of cock away from her mouth. Wrex was more than happy to push her head further with a **** whine. Wrex's head came free with an eye-watering pop. Shepard gasped and coughed now free of it, but kissed down his shaft to his balls as she did.

"I want this thing in my fucking stomach." She managed to gasp.

"Then quit stalling and let me ruin you." He snarled back.

She stood long enough for him to throw her over his shoulder like she was nothing. He strode with her into the back of the Mako, flinging her less than gently down onto the cot. He was tall, but the cot was just high enough that he could slap his cock down onto her stomach with a loud smack. Christ, it almost touched her ribs. He grabbed her panties, hoisting them up around her ankles and leaving them there, keeping her legs from opening fully. He rubbed his cock between her thighs a few times, oozing a few drops of pre-cum.

"Having second thoughts?" He chuckled.

"What's wrong, losing your will to make me shut my big mouth?" Shepard shot back with confidence she lacked.

"I like that attitude," He laughed, drawing his cock back to line it up with her pussy, "Let's see if it lasts."

He steered himself in with his hand, pressing the flared head of his cock against her harder and harder until it finally popped through the resistance. After that, it was a no-holds-barred race to bottom out.

It was everything Shepard had expected, in that it was unreasonably long and thick inside of her, radiating heat like an atom bomb. It was rough, scraping against her sensitive skin like stiff fabric. The **** weakened the pain and amplified the heat of it, but it was still completely overwhelming. Wrex had shut her big mouth all right, or at least gotten her to stop talking. Her mouth opened and closed in a hundred whimpered vocalizations, ranging from egging Wrex on to asking for mercy, both of which he ignored. She felt herself being piped with oppressively hot meat with seemingly no end. Even when she could see the outline of it bulging along her stomach, he just kept going. Eventually, he reached a point where her body couldn't fit any more. It felt like everything below her waist had been stretched tight enough to break, but the torrent she was leaking made things a little easier.

"Fuck! Lightweight!" Wrex groaned, shifting his hips and causing her stuffed pussy to stretch in new and equally intense directions. He had just about bottomed out, a little short maybe, she would need time to get used to this.

He hunched over her, thrusting down into her and making her feel like he was driving her into the bed. His thrusts were quick from the start, no easy on-ramp. With each outward pull, it felt like his flare was trying to turn her inside out.

"Fuck!" She answered back, gripping the blanket for dear life, nails sinking into the fabric.

He climbed up onto the cot, pressing down onto her and pressing her knees up against the bed to the side of her head. With her ass unsupported by the bed, it felt like each downward thrust pushed her against him and each outward pull put them both in danger of falling.

"I never saw you, ah! As a mating press guy!" Shepard yelped out.

"Shut up."

He pressed a hand over her mouth, supporting himself with the other. Her protests and squeals of delight alike both became muffled squeaks through his hand. She could feel her legs shaking in protest as he held them at a stretch. She had nowhere to look but up at him or down toward his hips pumping that inhuman cock down into her. Even without the influence of Ryncol, she wouldn't have been able to handle much like this. With Ryncol, each sensation was heightened by orders of magnitude, shifting between being slowly stretched to multiple times actual length and snapping back to real-time, sensations rushing at her quickly instead of dragging.

The landslide finally broke free with an intensity that nothing in her life had compared to. She felt the whole of her core wind tight like a spring and suddenly burst with bomb-like ****. It was enough to shock any thoughts from her brain and make her groan like an animal into Wrex's hand. The superconductor of her body fired energy from every pore, waves of forceful pleasure crackling their way out through her. They didn't wait, they would often crash and overlap, unevenly building and falling as the breathless moments of heightened sensation would drag on. Somewhere in her mind, she could process that before her first orgasm had even subsided, her second one began, leaving her in an overlapping ocean current of pleasure. It would explode out from her core out through her body, trying to clamp down her pussy but being unable to do anything but grasp around the near-airtight plugging of Krogan cock inside of her. With each denied contraction, the resistance and **** of the blasts only grew stronger. It threatened to drag on and on without end, a fate that she would have eventually grown tired of... probably... maybe...

Wrex shuddered on top of her and slammed his heavy quad of balls down onto her ass. She felt them pulsing and jerking, the motion moving down his cock, making the whole thing heave like it was trying with great effort to **** the contents of his quad all out in one motion. The seal broke, spraying a massive glob of his cum inside of her. It was already more than any human could cum, and it was just the first spray of many. As he lay gasping and groaning on top of her, she felt her pussy slowly overflowing and leaking down her ass. By the time he was done, she felt filled beyond capacity both with solids and fluids.

"Fuck." He sputtered. Groaning as he cracked his back after such a long time hunched over.

When he pulled his hand from Shepard's mouth, all she could do was mumble contentedly, her brain reduced to a warm and blissful stew.

He took another swig of Ryncol and looked down at her, "You better be ready to go again, I warned you about mating season."

She reached for his flask and took a draw of Ryncol. She hadn't finished closing the flask by the time he started thrusting inside of her again, prompting a squeal.

"Lightweight."

...

The lights had flickered out for a moment before the circuitry of the main generator snapped back online with a whip crack. Wrex slept through it, but it had snapped Shepard awake for just long enough to look up and see things were back online. She felt another glob of Krogan cum trickling out of her painfully sore pussy and pressed her face back into the tough broad chest of her sleeping partner. Wrex and her woke an hour later with a shiver in the now climate-controlled cabin.

The comms crackled "Captain, we have your location and we're inbound eta an hour or two. You two still alive down there?"

Shepard staggered to the comms panel, cum still leaking slowly from her pussy to join all of the fluids that had dried on her legs. Her knees wobbled slightly but she managed to get there.

"Yeah Joker, we're waiting here." Her voice had a hoarse crackle to it she wasn't used to.

"You had the crew pretty worried, you guys all right?"

Shepard heard Wrex's heavy feet padding across the floor to her. He stood behind her as she bent over to use the comms panel.

"We're all green down he-" Her breath caught sharply as one of his rough hands squeezed her red ass.

"You're cutting out, is your signal bad?"

Shepard had to press a hand over her mouth as a scaly finger slid its way inside of her pussy and pressed down against her g spot. "Y-yeah. Comms troubles. How soon will you be here?"

"We're still about an hour out, plus another hour to get a shuttlecraft down to dig you guys out, looks like a dust storm rolled over you."

Shepard pressed both hands over her mouth as the head of Wrex's cock teased her slit. "A-alright, we'll be waiting for you." She managed to get out before Wrex reached over her and closed the line.

"I heard at least two hours." He grumbled in her ear.

"Yes sir." She murmured happily.

...

They had come out into the shuttle bay to find most of the crew waiting anxiously. Shepard's legs wobbled as she walked and she routinely had to brace herself against Wrex's strong arm.

"Commander, are you all right?" Liara asked, a familiar worried look on her face.

"She's fine, twisted her leg while we were on the surface." Wrex boomed back. Shepard felt another hefty glob leaking out into her soaked panties as he did. Whenever he thought he could get away with it, he would give her ass a pinch.

"I'm peachy." Shepard rasped out.

"Should we take you to Doctor Chakwas?" Kaidan asked nervously.

"No, just need some rest. A nice long bath couldn't hurt either."

"Somebody else should take her, I'm sure after the last few days she's had more of me than she can handle." Wrex droned with a smirk.

"No! Please Wrex, let me hold onto you on the way there. The rest of you are dismissed for now. Let's get the hell out of here."

The crew saluted, exchanging a questioning glance before returning to their workstations.

"Maybe I should have made you beg for my help." Wrex rumbled smugly when the door of Shepard's chamber had sealed behind them. "Get some rest, Shepard, there's still a month left in mating season."

Shepard wobbled over to her bed. "You're an absolute menace." She exhaled as she lay back and looked up at her cabin ceiling with relief.

She heard Wrex leaving with a chuckle "And you know just where to find me, lightweight"